<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490</id><updated>2012-01-22T23:51:12.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-8630045066415631373</id><published>2007-02-23T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:42:47.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm going to use this blog anymore. I have a new one (using my space through msn) and the address is: &lt;a href="http://melodykoster.spaces.live.com/"&gt;http://melodykoster.spaces.live.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I have a bunch of pictures on it but haven't actually blogged anything yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-8630045066415631373?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/8630045066415631373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=8630045066415631373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/8630045066415631373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/8630045066415631373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-think-im-going-to-use-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-3428313009067344531</id><published>2007-01-03T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:16:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm getting bored....I'm sure once I'm into the third week of school I'll wish it was over but for now I want to go back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was trying to figure out my UBC application today. Why do they have to make it all so confusing? I'm hoping to get in for either September 2007 or January 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;New Years was good. No resolutions, only a bunch of ideas. I don't like making resolutions because I get bummed out when I don't manage to keep them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm kind of looking forward to the motorcycle show at the end of the month. I like to run! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-3428313009067344531?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/3428313009067344531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=3428313009067344531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/3428313009067344531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/3428313009067344531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-getting-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-5226193445331945306</id><published>2006-12-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:13:13.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning: will be cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;One pair of long johns, a pair of jeans, sweatpants, rainpants, a long sleeved shirt, a sweater, a fleecy hoody, a fleecy jacket, a snow jacket, a rain jacket, thermal glove liners, gloves, a scarf, a touque, two pairs of socks and a pair of boots...I think I'm ready for work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-5226193445331945306?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/5226193445331945306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=5226193445331945306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/5226193445331945306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/5226193445331945306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/warning-will-be-cold.html' title='warning: will be cold'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-7003855002453317596</id><published>2006-11-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:14:09.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So nothing new to report. Life is pretty normal. School. Homework. Work. I went to the wedding show at Tradex on Sunday. At the end there was this big cake and six brides got chosen to dive into it for a big diamond ring. We all wanted Susy to be one of the brides. She could have rugbee tackled them all or something. All of the girls who won were so polite about it. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. Too much maybe :) Nothing I really want to talk about. Nothing that's really too important. Maybe I'm just getting bored with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-7003855002453317596?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/7003855002453317596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=7003855002453317596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/7003855002453317596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/7003855002453317596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-116227182491276618</id><published>2006-10-30T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/1600/DSCN0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/320/DSCN0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-116227182491276618?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116227182491276618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=116227182491276618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116227182491276618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116227182491276618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-116218588349121455</id><published>2006-10-29T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It didn't really take much too get my hair back to normal. I didn't think it had been put into knots but it was. I tried to take them out without wetting my hair but it didn't work so I just got into the shower. Once my hair was soaked the knots came out pretty easily. Then I just loaded my hair with conditioner, shampoo, and conditioner again and it's back to normal. I think all the color came out but it will be hard to tell until it is dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was really worried about getting all that gelatin out but it really wasn't so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I think I kinda like my hair like that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll try and post pictures later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-116218588349121455?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116218588349121455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=116218588349121455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116218588349121455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116218588349121455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-116172169722269659</id><published>2006-10-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I have most of what I need for halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;All I need is a pair of army boots, size 8 or 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyone have any? or know of anyone who does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-116172169722269659?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116172169722269659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=116172169722269659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116172169722269659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116172169722269659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-116113164118745686</id><published>2006-10-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rosie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/1600/DSCN1354.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/320/DSCN1354.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My mom got a new puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Meet Rosie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-116113164118745686?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116113164118745686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=116113164118745686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116113164118745686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/116113164118745686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/rosie.html' title='rosie'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115982823355668080</id><published>2006-10-02T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;On friday morning I woke up thinking I was going to be moving most of my stuff into my parent's house for storage and the other bit into Shannon's house. Her parent's had said I could stay there until I found somewhere else to live. So my dad came home from work early and we moved all of the stuff I was storing up to my parent's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Just before supper I was over at my parent's and Luke (my brother) called. Him and his friends had found a townhouse quite a while ago but they sent the application in late so they didn't find out till friday afternoon - when Luke called - that they were declined. So Luke didn't have a place to live. He called our landlords to see if they had rented our current suite out. They had - the papers had just been signed three hours previous. Great!!! But our landlord did know that the place right next door had a suite available. Luke talked to them and asked if he could have it. They said yes but they couldn't bring the papers down for him to sign until late that night. Luke called his friends and asked if one of them wanted to move into this new suite with him. They couldn't make up their mind so he asked me. After making sure he wouldn't just bail on me in a month or two  I said yes. I called Shannon's house and told them what had happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday morning my brother phoned (I had slept at my parent's house) and said that the papers were signed and we could move in today. Talk about last minute. So my dad, Luke, and I had to get everything out of storage from my parent's house and bring it back down to our new place. It was a long day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I like the new place better though (except that the living room is smaller and it is colder). We have a washer and a dryer here and we also get satellite TV!!!! The flooring is nicer and we have a storage room. The whole layout of the place is better. With all this you'd think the rent would be more....nope....it's actually a bit less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So for the first half of the weekend I had no idea where I was actually going to move or how things would work out. It turned out really well though so I'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Now for something completely different. I was setting out a new bar of soap in the bathroom this afternoon. It was a blue bar with a yellow duck head on it. Really cute!!! Well....when I took the wrapping off the beak the eyes came with it....it was just painted onto the wrapping. What  a rip off!!! Now I have a really funny looking bar of soap in my bathroom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115982823355668080?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115982823355668080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115982823355668080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115982823355668080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115982823355668080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend.html' title='THE weekend'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115941309542947286</id><published>2006-09-27T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm already having a hard time concentrating on school and I'm only a third of the way through the semester. I think I'm in trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115941309542947286?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115941309542947286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115941309542947286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115941309542947286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115941309542947286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-already-having-hard-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115924470710711215</id><published>2006-09-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Peter took me out to Harrison this evening on his bike. We found a place to eat and took a seat on the patio. It was a really nice place and we were having fun. A bunch of Canada Geese flew overhead and I was thinking how horrible it would be if one of them went to the bathroom on us. Just as soon as I thought that I felt something land on my head and splat on the little plate beside me. I didn't believe it could actually be bird droppings so I brushed at the spot on my head where I felt the splat. Sure enough...the stupid goose had decided to let loose right over my head!!!! It was so gross! I went to the bathroom to take care of the rest of it but I think my fingers had gotten it all (YUK!!!) because I didn't find any more. When I got back to the table I couldn't stop laughing. I told Peter I would have a great story to tell. How often does that happen? I've heard of it happening to other people before...but never at a nice restaurant by a nice lake...it's almost something you'd see on America's Funniest Home Videos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So that was my night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115924470710711215?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115924470710711215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115924470710711215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115924470710711215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115924470710711215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/eeeew.html' title='eeeew'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115850463915343045</id><published>2006-09-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've already been up for almost an hour and I don't have to be up for another hour. I went to sleep way too early last night. I had to work very early yesterday morning and I was pretty sore from work (waving flashlight batons around) so I guess all that made me pretty tired. I woke up this morning and remembered all sorts of stuff I had to print off for Kids4Christ (Kids Klub) so I figured I might as well get up. Now I'm waiting for all the stuff to print and it's taking forever!! We have a really old printer. It does the job though. I'm looking forward to  trying this new kids program out. I think it's going to be really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So work yesterday and friday was pretty fun. It didn't rain!!! except for a little bit on friday and I didn't have a job where I had to stand in one spot. I also had lots of friends to work with. Friday I was south overflow. When the main lots get full we move to overflow lots. All of the traffic comes in at once and it gets really busy. Lots of running and trying to get cars to park where you want them to park. Quite frusterating at times. Saturday I did relief. This is my favorite position because I get to give people breaks (which means they love me and that I get to change my position all the time). I still spent most of my time in the south lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm hungry...I think I need to go and get some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115850463915343045?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115850463915343045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115850463915343045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115850463915343045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115850463915343045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/early.html' title='early'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115803576571174057</id><published>2006-09-11T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a history lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sure almost everyone has heard the phrase, "damned if you do and damned if you don't." I was in psychology today and our teacher told us where the saying originated from. It was really interesting even though I've heard the story before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;In the Middle Ages there was a guidebook written called Malleus Maleficarum (meaning Witches Hammer). In it was written the guide used to identify witches. Anyone exhibiting odd behaviours that had no identified origins was said to be a witch and was then put through a test. Any people thought to be guilty were tied up with weights attached to their bodies and were then thrown into a body of water. If they managed to untie themselves and float up to the top they were said to have demonic powers. These "witches" were then burned at the stake. If they sunk to the bottom and drowned they were said to be innocent. Interesting...the innocent were killed right along with the guilty. So this is where the phrase "damned if you do and damned if you don't" came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This is why I love school. So many interesting things to learn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115803576571174057?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115803576571174057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115803576571174057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115803576571174057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115803576571174057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/history-lesson.html' title='a history lesson'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115799653520904484</id><published>2006-09-11T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:35.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So...I have finished my first week of school and I'm about to start my second. I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would. I guess it's just nice to be busy again. My kiniesiology (KPE) class is going to be really hard. My teacher said it is one of the hardest KPE courses that UCFV offers. YIPEE!!! As my KPE lab teacher says "anatomoy and physiology is like taking a drink from a fire hydrant." YIKES!!! I'm already starting to study though so hopefully it won't be too bad. I also have philosophy which is going to be really easy...I've already learned a lot of the stuff we are doing this semester and most of it seems to be common sense. Today I have my first psychology class so I'll find out what that will be like soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I had to work all a lot this weekend. Thursday and Friday night I did heavy duty housecleaning. Mostly this involved vaccuming all of the booths. I don't mind doing that kind of work. The vaccum is heavy but at least I keep busy. Saturday during the day I did light duty housecleaning. Just checking on washrooms that are already clean and stocked and checking garbages that are not even half full. To top it all the bordom off I was feeling really sick for most of the day. I went to the OFA and got some motrin but it didn't work and I ended up going home a few hours early. I always hate doing that. I don't like leaving the other people with the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday was a really fun day. Church was in the park and the weather was so beautiful. After church I went out for lunch and then to a movie with my friends. Shannon was getting baptized in the evening so we all went up to Hayward Lake to see her get dunked. Peter took me up on his bike. It was fun going on all the winding roads. Then we all went to Jimmy's house to watch the season premier of Simpsons and Family Guy. A perfect end to a perfect day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115799653520904484?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115799653520904484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115799653520904484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115799653520904484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115799653520904484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/lately.html' title='lately'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115714417917616254</id><published>2006-09-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;PART OF MY STUDENT LOAN JUST CAME IN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyone want to dance around in circles with me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115714417917616254?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115714417917616254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115714417917616254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115714417917616254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115714417917616254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115708691365441337</id><published>2006-08-31T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>motorbike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Peter took me on my first ever motorbike ride today. I was so scared at first but once we got going it was tons of fun. We went all the way to Abbotsford, had supper, and then came home. We were on the highway and my hair was flapping in my face...I couldn't see. Then I remembered I had a visor. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115708691365441337?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115708691365441337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115708691365441337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115708691365441337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115708691365441337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/motorbike.html' title='motorbike'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115700195142074424</id><published>2006-08-30T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is now official. I need a place to live by the end of september. My brother is going to move into a house with some friends and he is leaving me homeless :(  I've had a couple of offers but one of them leaves me with no bedroom and the other I don't feel would work out. I guess I'm not completely stuck...I'd just like to try and find something else. I'm a very poor student so I can't afford to live by myself...not to mention that would be sooooo boring!!! I'm kind of excited...I like moving. I enjoy the change...I like setting up a new space. I will just be more excited when I figure out where I'm going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I think winter is going to come early this year. The spiders have started invading. YUK!!! Last night I was sitting on my bedroom floor sorting my scrapbook paper (yes I'm a freak) when a huge, hairy wolf spider came running across my floor straight towards me. I jumped onto my bed and screamed for my brother but I guess he was already asleep (or ignoring me) because he didn't answer. I grabbed my scrapbook and dropped it right onto the spider. I just left the scrapbook there all day. I just asked my brother to take the spider out for me so he got out of bed and took care of it...I didn't want to look at it. I have such a nice brother. I guess I'll forgive him for leaving me homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115700195142074424?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115700195142074424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115700195142074424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115700195142074424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115700195142074424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/homeless.html' title='homeless'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115691169799286504</id><published>2006-08-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When my brother and I were younger my parents bought us these books that had tapes that went along with them. They were all about the fruits of the spirit (kindness, love, patience, etc.) If I remember correctly the tape would read the story and when we heard a ringing sound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;we knew it was time to turn the page. The first book I got from this series was one on patience. I listened to it a lot!! There was a song at the end of the tape and that song has been playing over and over in my head for the past couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Have patience, have patience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't be in such a hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When you get impatient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;You only start to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Remember, remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;That God is patient too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And think of all the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;That others have to wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I just recently read another blog on patience and the song started up again...and this time it won't go away. I think sometimes God uses really strange ways to get my attention but a song rolling over and over in my head is a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Alright God...I think I get it now...I'm listening...just please please make the song go away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115691169799286504?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115691169799286504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115691169799286504&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115691169799286504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115691169799286504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115587766157254501</id><published>2006-08-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115587766157254501?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115587766157254501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115587766157254501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115587766157254501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115587766157254501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115561886541418802</id><published>2006-08-14T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I do not know what to write. I feel like there is a ton to write about but I do not want to write about it. Or maybe I do not know how to write it. I think I think too much. I over analyze circumstances and imagine crazy situations. And it drives me crazy but I still keep doing it. I think that is why I always have to be doing something. I hate just sitting and thinking. For a while it is ok but then I just start thinking about stupid things. Well maybe I do not always have to be doing something but if I am doing nothing I like to do nothing with someone. Then I can talk. I really like talking. I am trying to learn how to relax and just do nothing once in a while. It is really difficult. I bet I can count the number of times in the past few years I have stayed home all day on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find that people like to make fun of me. Not in a bad way, but in a teasing way. My friends, my family, and pretty much anyone that knows me even a little bit. I actually kind of enjoy it. I think if people stopped I would really miss it. I am told that it is because I react; people like the way I react. I don’t think I really react any different than anyone else. Maybe I do. I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have come to believe that I am and will always be confused. There has been very few times in my life where I have not been confused about one thing or another. Maybe that is why I do not like just sitting and thinking. I just confuse myself even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I just got a block. I can not think of a single thing more to write. But that is how this whole thing started. I could not think of anything to say but I wanted to write. I am more just rambling I guess. I am probably boring you. This is more for me though so if you are bored stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got money for Michaels and House of James for my birthday. I want to get a book from House of James, just not sure which one yet. Or maybe I want a CD. I want to go shop at Michaels. I am going to get a whole bunch of scrapbooking stuff. I have a whole bunch of new ideas of what to do and how to arrange my pictures. Now all I need is some pictures. And to get the pictures I need money. And to get the money I need to wait a few more weeks. Then I will be back in school. And I will have no time to scrapbook so the pictures will be useless. Ah I guess I will have to make time. I do not need to study all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think this is enough rambling nonsense. Goodnight all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh and the blog is publishing apostrophes really funny so that is why I wrote this all proper. Anyone have any idea why it would do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115561886541418802?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115561886541418802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115561886541418802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115561886541418802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115561886541418802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-do-not-know-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115536051504290655</id><published>2006-08-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I went for a walk with Tysey this evening. We walked over to Heritage Park from my house and then we walked up to 7th and down to Grab-a-Java. We got chocolate milkshakes...mmmmm...they were soooo good. Then we walked back down to my house. I haven't been on a walk in a while. It was nice to get out and do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115536051504290655?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115536051504290655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115536051504290655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115536051504290655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115536051504290655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-went-for-walk-with-tysey-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115523650150417028</id><published>2006-08-10T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Life is like a carousel at times...it goes up and down and keeps spinning around and around that by the time it finally stops spinning you have no idea where you are or what just happened...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115523650150417028?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115523650150417028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115523650150417028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115523650150417028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115523650150417028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-like-carousel-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115500392842228886</id><published>2006-08-07T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday at work was soooo busy. Between 11:30 and 3:00 I don't think we had time to sit down once...barely time to take a drink of water. Today was pretty slow...at least for the first part. Jim and I were shooting eachother with elastic bands. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was one guy who came through and asked if he needed to put the ticket I gave him on his dash. I told him that it didn't really matter...so he took the ticket, shoved it in his mouth, and started chewing on it. Brad (my boss) told us that if we saw anything suspicious that we didn't see any of the other days to tell him. Security was up today because of a certain concert going on this evening. I wonder if that counted :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115500392842228886?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115500392842228886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115500392842228886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115500392842228886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115500392842228886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-at-work-was-soooo-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115483250311875628</id><published>2006-08-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I've been working at the Agrifair for the past few days. Mostly I've been the parking cashier but today I got to be a gate cashier for a little while. The first two days were relatively slow and we had lots of down time. Today I was working with Jim (Jimmy's dad) and we were soooo busy. I was on my feet for most of the day and it was soooo hot. It was pretty fun though. There were quite a few cars that came in telling us that they had to pick up their vehicle from the night before. Haha. Too drunk to drive. The amount of people who complain about the price is just crazy!!! Then there was the odd one who surprised us. There was one lady that came in today and when I told her how much it cost she just said "wow that's a pretty good deal." I just looked at her, kind of dropped my jaw, and told her she was the first person to say that all day. She just laughed and said she was from Vancouver. Jim and I were supposed to be off at 3:00 but the people that were supposed to take our shifts didn't show up. Jim ended up getting off at 4:00 and me at 5:00. It was alright though. As soon as I got some water I was fine. I went and sat with Jimmy while I waited for my dad. He had a great spot (except he didn't have anyone to talk to) There was a chair he could sit in which he put in the shade and he only had to get up once in a while to talk with people in cars. I liked being so busy but I have to admit that shade made me a bit jealous :) I saw Rose too (Jimmy's mom) I guess they wanted to make it a family day!! It was a good day though. I'm sore now (from the sun) and tired (from the sun) but I don't really mind too much. And I'm back at it tomorrow...and Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115483250311875628?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115483250311875628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115483250311875628&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115483250311875628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115483250311875628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-working-at-agrifair-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115387194716363365</id><published>2006-07-25T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm ready to start studying for my finals now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;THE END IS NEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115387194716363365?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115387194716363365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115387194716363365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115387194716363365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115387194716363365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-ready-to-start-studying-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115354174802081940</id><published>2006-07-21T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!</title><content type='html'>check out this link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0yI2MQf8Tk&amp;search=lazytown%20pirate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0yI2MQf8Tk&amp;amp;search=lazytown%20pirate"&gt;Pirate Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115354174802081940?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115354174802081940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115354174802081940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115354174802081940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115354174802081940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh.html' title='argh!!'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115086477473434204</id><published>2006-06-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:34.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I went out to dinner with some old high school friends this evening. The one guy asked me if I had gotten into lots of car accidents in the years since I had last seen him. I just started laughing. After giving them a complete rundown of my accidents (which involve almost every vehicle I have ever driven) I told them that my boyfriend said he would let me drive his car. They started laughing and asked if he was crazy. My parent's said the same thing...and my siblings. While I was explaining all these accidents to my friends I was thinking how funny it would be to write them all on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So this guy that I was talking to this evening wasn't a really good friend in highschool but we played in band together. I had just gotten my liscence and our jazz band had a thing in Chilliwack. I borrowed my parent's van, piled a bunch of my friends in it, and took off. On the way there I got so lost and we were going to be late. I was driving a bit fast and took a corner too sharp...and well to make a long story short I ended up in the ditch. I had to really gun it to get the van out of the ditch and back up on the road. A different time I was dropping this same friend off at home and I ran into his neighbours fence. He just told me tonight that he ended up having to fix the fence. Wups. hee hee. In this same van I ran over many curbs and sidewalks and maybe some things I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;After we sold the van my family bought a sundace. It was really slow but it was mine to drive. I guess my parent's thought that if I had a car with no guts I wouldn't get into any accidents. They were wrong. I was on my way home from the ferry terminal with Aaron, Shannon, and my cousin Sarah when I rear ended a car. My car ended up with more damage than their's so I guess that was lucky. That same car is the one that I had to recently junk because I forgot to fill it with fluids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When I worked in Poco I used to take John's car to work. They had an underground parking lot  where I would park. One day I was backing out after work and I didn't realize there was a huge cement pole right next to the car. SMASH!!!! There went the driver's side mirror and with it a huge dent in the driver's door. Oh I felt so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Then there was my parent's station wagon. I was in the junction and as I was backing out of my parking spot (and not watching where I was going) I hit a truck that was going past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;In my little red car I hit a cement pole at the gas station. Luckily no damage came from that. I also got into a real accident with this car but...I know it's amazing...it wasn't my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And so this is why my entire family and every single one of my friends think that Jimmy should never let me drive his car. I back myself up by saying that it was been over three years since I've been in an accident that was my fault. Also, I have been driving my parent's new car and my brother's car for quite some time and I have not crashed with either one of them. Maybe it was just a phase...a very long phase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115086477473434204?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115086477473434204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115086477473434204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115086477473434204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115086477473434204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/crash.html' title='crash'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115082804127599449</id><published>2006-06-20T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;On Thursday I forgot I had a counselor appointment at school. I was sitting in class when I remembered. I had to rebook. Monday I forgot to take out the garbage. I remembered about one hour too late. It seems that forgetting registration was only the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I have been studying so much lately. My brain feels so full of Kineisiology that there is almost no room for anything else. Jimmy is helping me by quizzing me. He remembers almost as much as I do...and he's not even trying. I have my test today and then I can have a break for a couple of days. I'm really looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Last night we were watching the hockey game at Jimmy's house. He didn't give up on Edmonton till there were only 8 seconds left on the clock. I was laughing at him but that's one thing I really like about Jimmy...he never gives up on anyone...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;On Saturday I was working at Cloverdale at the Indo Canadian Women's Festival. It was a very long day but still pretty fun. For a while it was getting really busy...I needed another one of me doing my job...but it made the day go fast because I kept having to run from the front of the lot to the back...and trying to make sure that they weren't parking in the middle of the road!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow Jimmy and I get to help Susan paint the church office. I never really had much experience with painting until I had to do a bunch while setting up for the Cloverdale Rodeo. Whenever they had painting to do I always got to do it...and I loved it!!! My dad is very good at painting and my brother does it for a living. He is one of the best painters I've ever seen.  Whenever there is painting to do at home I am never allowed to touch the paintbrush. My brother always does it. I think that when I get my own place I'm going to go painting crazy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So my life has basically been Jimmy, work, Jimmy, school, and Jimmy. Not that you all didn't know that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115082804127599449?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115082804127599449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115082804127599449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115082804127599449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115082804127599449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115040860036458954</id><published>2006-06-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;THANK YOU JIMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;isn't this new blog skin neat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115040860036458954?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115040860036458954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115040860036458954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115040860036458954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115040860036458954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-jimmy-isnt-this-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-115030972674083298</id><published>2006-06-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my transparency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I've been meaning to blog this for quite some time but I couldn't blog it right away because Susy and Neil hadn't told everyone. Lately I've had no excuse...just the fact that I keep forgetting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;A few weeks ago Jimmy and I were at my house just doing whatever. We were going to go out with all of our friends to the drive in and I guess we were just killing time. After a while Susy and Neil called and said they were going up to Jimmy's house so we went up to hang out with them for a while. When we got there we saw Susy's ring. I was sooooo excited. After a while Jimmy and I left to pick up Shannon and Susy and Neil went to pick up Aaron. They told me DON'T TELL SHANNON!!!!! So we were on our way into town with Shannon and I could not stop smiling. When we were walking into Boston Pizza Shannon asked me why I had such a big grin on my face. I didn't really say anything but then she said "they're not engaged are they?" WOW!!!! I felt so bad but it was kind of funny. Shannon can always read me but apparently I'm really transparent. So Susy and Neil got to tell Aaron...but not Shannon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So the moral of the story is...if you have really BIG news...don't tell me first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-115030972674083298?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115030972674083298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=115030972674083298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115030972674083298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/115030972674083298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-transparency.html' title='my transparency'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114969636633745576</id><published>2006-06-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with me??</title><content type='html'>I usually have all of my courses chosen weeks before registration. I was doing my homework this morning and realized...oh shoot today is registration. I guess I better go pick my courses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my mind must be on other things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114969636633745576?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114969636633745576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114969636633745576&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114969636633745576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114969636633745576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with me??'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114964814654545380</id><published>2006-06-06T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So this afternoon Jimmy picked me up from school and we went to Mill Lake to go rollarblading and walk around a bit. It was really fun...we saw so many little ducklings...When we got back to the car I had a message on my phone. It was from the lady I used to babysit for. She had a check for me because they had made a mistake on my T4 and it would be easiest to fix if they just gave me the money. I always talk about the kids I used to babysit so I thought it would be fun to take Jimmy over to see them. I worked with this family for about three years and I had not seen any of them since last september. So Jimmy and I pulled up and the 10 year old (Carrera) came out of the house...she saw who I was and went screaming into the house..."Melody's here!!!!!" It was pretty funny. I went inside and they had a new puppy so they were all excited to show him to Jimmy and I. The younger two kids had changed quite a bit since I last saw them. Robert (the 7 year old) is now obsessed with hockey. He knows what time the games are, what channel, and what teams are playing. His sisters said he always cheers for the winning team...I guess he doesn't have a favorite. The youngest (Breanna) has shot up since I last saw her. She is at least a few inches taller and she has missing teeth so she was talking with a bit of a lisp. She is still adorable!!! She was hopping around on one foot...like she always does when she's excited. It was fun to see them again...and neat for Jimmy to be able to meet them. I can't say I miss the job...but I sure do miss the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114964814654545380?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114964814654545380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114964814654545380&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114964814654545380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114964814654545380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-day.html' title='my day...'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114572665263965985</id><published>2006-04-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yuk! I'm sick. Well I've been sick for a while but now I'm more sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray I'm better by tomorrow evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114572665263965985?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114572665263965985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114572665263965985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114572665263965985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114572665263965985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/yuk-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114556869930931231</id><published>2006-04-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/1600/DSCN0790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/320/DSCN0790.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;This is my "ugly" but don't ask me why I call him that because I don't really know. His real name is Bailey but he responds to both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;He is a really good dog but he pouts when I make him leave his favorite places. Whenever I take him swimming or to the hill to go sledding he pouts and won't look at me the whole way home. I guess he doesn't want to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;But I love him. He's my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114556869930931231?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114556869930931231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114556869930931231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114556869930931231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114556869930931231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-ugly.html' title='my ugly'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114555592682222152</id><published>2006-04-20T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS JUST IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I got this off of the Medallion newsletter. I found it somewhat amusing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Vancouver Court Ruling from the Province Newspaper Vancouver, Canada (AP) - a seven year old boy was at the center of a Vancouver courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with the child custody law and regulations requiring that family unity may be maintained to the degree possible. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried out that they also beat him. After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him. After two recesses to check legal references and confer with child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Vancouver Canucks, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Poor Canucks!! They can always try again next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114555592682222152?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114555592682222152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114555592682222152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114555592682222152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114555592682222152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-just-in.html' title='THIS JUST IN'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114480331616114873</id><published>2006-04-11T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/1600/the-rapping-Mel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7200/483/320/the-rapping-Mel.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was talking to Jimmy last night and I was saying something about not knowing how to put pictures on my blog. He told me a really easy way to do it so I thought I'd give it a try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is me attempting to rap the other week at street church. Next time we do this I need a backwards hat, a football jersey, and some "bling" so anyone who has some....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114480331616114873?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114480331616114873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114480331616114873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114480331616114873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114480331616114873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/tada.html' title='tada...'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114479640648193579</id><published>2006-04-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so sick of biology! I can't do anymore.....I'm just gonna have to write my test using what I already know. I think I'll do pretty well...here's hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114479640648193579?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114479640648193579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114479640648193579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114479640648193579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114479640648193579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-sick-of-biology-i-cant-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114446296972135701</id><published>2006-04-07T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon's brother, Donny, has appendicitis and is going in for emergency surgery. I guess just pray for him and Sam and Shannon and the rest of the family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114446296972135701?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114446296972135701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114446296972135701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114446296972135701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114446296972135701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/please-pray.html' title='please pray'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114438886340776304</id><published>2006-04-06T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:33.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;It's been a while since I've written anything. I guess I just haven't felt much like writing. I still don't feel much like it but I fell asleep early and I just woke up. So being too tired to study and too awake to go to sleep and having no one on MSN to talk to I have started writing. You know when something is happening or is about to...but you have no idea what it is or how to go about figuring it out...well, that's kind of where I am. I don't know where I belong. Do I belong here? I'm not so sure about that anymore. I want to go away...far away...but I don't want to go alone. And I don't want to go away yet. I have things here that I need to finish first. I need to finish school for starters. Three more years left. I can't leave street church either. I belong there. I feel like I'm actually doing something worth while. I need to do some other things too...things I don't feel like writing about. For friends who are being confused by me once again...I'm sorry. I'm confusing even myself. Not that that's anything new. I'm sick of changing. I don't want to do it anymore. I wish I could decide who I am and that would be it. I'm not sad...I'm actually having an amazing month...maybe that's what has gotten me thinking. I guess I'm happy being where I am but I'm not content with it. I want more. Maybe one day I'll figure life out. My best friend and I like to sit and laugh about the crazy turns life takes...and it doesn't stop. I thank God for friends like that...one's that put up with me no matter what. I have a lot of friends...more than I ever thought I would have. Five years ago I had many friends but no best friends...not even any good friends. I would pray and pray for God to bring me a best friend. He did more than that...he gave me three of them. Through those three I have made many more best friends. When I look back at myself five years ago I don't even recognize myself. I see a very quiet girl who prefered to sit in the background and watch. I see a girl who never spoke her mind and who would never start a conversation with someone she didn't know very well. I see someone who was unsure of herself...someone who was extremely lacking in confidance. I still am that girl in some ways but maybe I've just grown up. It's amazing what a hard couple of years do for a person. I have changed a lot...something Shannon can attest to. Thanks for sticking up for me friends...even when I have made mistakes and have taken you along for the ride. I don't mean to. I think I need to stop what has turned into more of a rant. I have no idea what I have just written here. I don't know what conclusion I have come to...or if I have come to one at all. I guess I did feel like writing. Maybe one day I'll sort it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114438886340776304?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114438886340776304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114438886340776304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114438886340776304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114438886340776304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I have no idea'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114219397220350077</id><published>2006-03-12T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaaaah......I slept over at Shannon's house, went straight from there to church and just got home now. I walked in the door and went to the living room and half of my carpet has been ripped off, my couch and chair are in the middle of the room, a fan is set up, the garbage is full of sopping wet paper towels, all of my towels are out drying on the railing. I'm sure my brother knows what happened but he's not home. I did not need this today.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114219397220350077?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114219397220350077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114219397220350077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114219397220350077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114219397220350077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/grrr.html' title='grrr.....'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114153837835881048</id><published>2006-03-04T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well for starters let me say that I know I have nothing on Susy or Neil. They have both been working so hard. But I just finished two very long days at work and I am tired!!!! My feet hurt, my arms hurt, my back hurts, and the list goes on......But I don't really care. I don't work at Tradex very often but I love my work. I love what I have to do,  I love working outside, I love the people I work with, and I love my bosses. Yes I'm sucking up but it's true!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114153837835881048?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114153837835881048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114153837835881048&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114153837835881048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114153837835881048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114118118452477923</id><published>2006-02-28T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My brother got home today and had a funny story for me. He was working on scaffolding about four stories up when we heard this horrible racket coming from a huge group of seagulls. He looked down and they were attacking his lunch, which he had left out in the open. Of course he couldn't chase them off because he was so far up. They ended up carrying off his sandwich and his chips......what a greedy bunch of birds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114118118452477923?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114118118452477923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114118118452477923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114118118452477923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114118118452477923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny-story.html' title='a funny story'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-114030451297859069</id><published>2006-02-18T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know how, in books, when it seems like nothing will ever be right again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But then it always turns out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is real life like that too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-114030451297859069?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114030451297859069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=114030451297859069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114030451297859069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/114030451297859069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-how-in-books-when-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113894830622489037</id><published>2006-02-02T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113894830622489037?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113894830622489037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113894830622489037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113894830622489037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113894830622489037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-five-factor-personality-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113773361756642372</id><published>2006-01-19T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn table</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been back in school for two weeks now. I have to do three oral presentations. YUK! At least I'm doing them all with Aaron. That makes me feel better about them. For psychology I don't even have a final exam, just 7 smaller tests (only six of which count). This morning we had to make a turn table. Our teacher gave us a pin, a paper clip, a fork, a pencil, a record, an apple, string, masking tape, and two pieces of paper. We had to get it so that music was coming off the record. My group did the best. One of the girls in my group and I put most of it together. We didn't even need to use all of the stuff (it turned out we weren't supposed to). I thought it was a neat excersise though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was supposed to teach us how we learn: by watching other people and by trial and error and by other stuff too. Also we learned that sometimes we pay to much attention to irrelevant stuff (the fork and the string). We do a lot of group work in that class. I like it. It's not just boring note taking for the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113773361756642372?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113773361756642372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113773361756642372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113773361756642372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113773361756642372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2006/01/turn-table.html' title='turn table'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113522051940183487</id><published>2005-12-21T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok, so I haven't been bored. There has been so much to do. On monday Jimmy and I went Christmas shopping. We got a bunch of stuff we needed to get. Then I spent the rest of the day at my parents house. We decorated the tree.....it looks really good. Then on Tuesday Aaron and I went over to my parents house. We watched a movie......the island....it's pretty good. We took my brother Caleb  shopping too. I went to see King Kong with Aaron and Shannon and my sister Bethany and her boyfriend Travis. It's pretty good but way too long.......3 1/2 hours. I guess lots happens but it was late and I was really tired. I spent the night at my parents house. This morning Aaron and I did the grocery shopping. Bethany and Travis came too because there was a lot to get. We just hung out with my family for the rest of the day. I wrapped some presents.....finally. I still have a bunch more to do. Now I am finally home. I need to clean my house. I figured I would have lots of time once exams were finished and maybe I do but I don't really feel like it. Maybe tomorrow.....or the day after that. I also need to wrap more presents and work on a present or two that I'm making.  Aaaah.....I love Christmas! I'm not going to be at church on Christmas eve....my brothers and my sister and I are going to my parents church. So for those of you that I won't see.....have a really great Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113522051940183487?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113522051940183487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113522051940183487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113522051940183487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113522051940183487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/12/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113469938590318728</id><published>2005-12-15T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So the day I've been looking forward to for a couple of weeks now is finally here, actually more like over. Yesterday I wrote my last two exams. I think I should do well......I sure studied enough! Don't get me wrong.....I am stoked that I have a few weeks off.....but I am so bored. There is nothing to do and I am really bad at entertaining myself.....I like to be with people. I have a book to read but I can't do that all the time. And I have friends to hang out with and a family to visit but I can't do that all the time either. Today Aaron and I went grocery shopping but that's about all I've done. I'm not exactly whining I don't think.....just rambling....because......I'm bored. Ha Ha. So yeah.....I'll stop boring you all to death and go find something to do. It's not really all that bad.....I do have three weeks off! Now that's a brighter side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113469938590318728?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113469938590318728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113469938590318728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113469938590318728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113469938590318728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/12/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113442829158431652</id><published>2005-12-12T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/dancer.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113442829158431652?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113442829158431652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113442829158431652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113442829158431652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113442829158431652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-dancer-carefree-and-fun-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113407389355470679</id><published>2005-12-08T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;At UCFV there is this black board in one of the hallways. People write things on it or draw pictures. It's basically just for fun. The other day I noticed that someone had writtten, "science proves that God doesn't exist." I thought that was kind of funny. The way I look at science proves that God does exist. The more I learn the more I realize that there is no way that we could have just happened by chance.....or that we evolved from snails. Did you know that a typical human cell has about 2 meters of DNA? This length is about 250,000 times greater than the cell's diameter. Before a cell divides all of this DNA must be copied (and still all fit into that same cell). Then the two copies of DNA have to be separated so that each of the two new cells is identical. Amazing. DNA is made out of bases.....A,T,G, and C. If you were to print the one letter symbols for these bases the size of the letters you are reading now, the information in one cell would fill 1200 of my biology text books.....and let me tell you that it is a huge book!!!! And that is only the information in one cell. There are billions of cells in our bodies. Imagine the coordiantion that would take. There is so much more out there to think about that it boggles my mind. How everything works and fits together....it is too much to just have happened. Something had to have created it. Someone has to tell the cells to divide. How would they know to do it otherwise. Something has to tell the geese to fly south every winter. God is in everything.....just look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113407389355470679?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113407389355470679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113407389355470679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113407389355470679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113407389355470679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/12/dna.html' title='DNA'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113346107583770594</id><published>2005-12-01T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we finally have snow!!! On Monday nite when I went to sleep it was just barely snowing. When I woke up in the middle of the night I got out of bed to see if it was snowing. It was so beautiful....the snow flakes were so big and I could see the lights over in Abbotsford reflecting the snow....the world was completely white. It's kind of hard to put in words exactly what it looked like or exactly what I felt but those of you who love snow will understand. I was at the bus stop the other day and it was really snowing. There was a girl standing near me who was telling her friend that she gets like a little kid every time it snows. I understand what she means....I feel the same way. Like nothing matters anymore except the snow....that nothing bad can happen. The candle light parade is coming up. I've lived in Mission for over 17 years and I never remember it snowing for the parade. I've always wished it would and I think this year my wish just might come true.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113346107583770594?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113346107583770594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113346107583770594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113346107583770594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113346107583770594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113226638981445978</id><published>2005-11-17T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are "Wow"!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/wow.gif" alt="John Kerry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanese-smiley-quiz.html"&gt;  What Japanese Smiley Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113226638981445978?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113226638981445978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113226638981445978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113226638981445978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113226638981445978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-are-wow-what-japanese-smiley-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113226496464727494</id><published>2005-11-17T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:32.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/a-little-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113226496464727494?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113226496464727494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113226496464727494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113226496464727494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113226496464727494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok.html' title='ok??'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113131946625819839</id><published>2005-11-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Christmas tree is half covered!!!! Yahoo! Now I know very few of you know what I'm talking about so I'll explain. There is this mountain north-east of Mission and some of it has been clear cut. The part in between the two clear cut areas is in the shape of a Christmas tree and every year when the weather starts to get cold I wait for it to turn white. When the whole thing is covered we will most likely get snow very soon. I love snow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113131946625819839?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113131946625819839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113131946625819839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113131946625819839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113131946625819839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas tree'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113131006256260620</id><published>2005-11-06T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113131006256260620?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113131006256260620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113131006256260620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113131006256260620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113131006256260620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/11/surprised.html' title='surprised'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113124602816656884</id><published>2005-11-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vancouver and popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm just waiting for the hockey game to start.....I'm not going to Castlegar anymore. I just couldn't do it.....couldn't move that far away. I'm going to try and get into UBC. Two hours from home is so much closer than seven. I'm kind of scared to go to UBC though. It just seems so big. I'm scared of all the weird people.....scared I'll get lost....scared I'll still miss everyone out here....just scared I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now on a happy note......I spilled popcorn all over Jimmy last night. We were laughing so hard. I was asking him if he wanted some and I guess my hand slipped and he got covered in buttery, greasy popcorn. At least then he didn't have to reach into the bag for it.....just down on his lap. So that was the highlight of my evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hockey game is on now.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113124602816656884?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113124602816656884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113124602816656884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113124602816656884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113124602816656884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/11/vancouver-and-popcorn.html' title='vancouver and popcorn'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113089867394812248</id><published>2005-11-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lord, if you showed me a thousand things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brand new about you every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would still never see the fulleness of your glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lord if you gave me a thousand years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To try to count up all the ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That you have shown to me that you are just not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I don't feel like praising God. Like when nothing is going right....and stuff is just avalanching on top of everything else. When things seem like they will never be right again.....and things don't work out the way that I've planned. But God see's the big picture and he does what is best for me......even i don't see how it can be.....still I thank Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know you know me better than I know myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to know you even though I know my mind can't hold it all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Thousand Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113089867394812248?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113089867394812248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113089867394812248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113089867394812248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113089867394812248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/11/thousand-things.html' title='a thousand things'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-113000518382644893</id><published>2005-10-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, lots has been happening lately. I just haven't had the time to write it. I'm done some of my mid terms. I got an A in Psychology and so far a B in Anthropology. Aaron and I found mistakes our teacher had made while marking so now he has to re-mark them all. I just hope it doesn't lower my mark. I don't have my mark back for Biology yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was having problems with my car a few weeks ago and so my dad looked at it. It had no fluids....I'm not sure how long I ran it dry for. So now I have no car. I get around using the bus, and by Jimmy and Tysey (thanks so much guys). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found out a couple of weeks ago I got accepted to nursing school.....YEAH.....in Castlegar.....BOO! So I have mixed feelings about it. There are a lot of people I will really miss and a few people I will miss so much that it will hurt.....a lot. I need a reliable car for school because Castlegar is a really small town (much, much smaller than Mission) and I will need to travel through mountains to get to various hospitals and clinics. I was going to go to school again next semester but now, come January, I'm going to need to find full time work. So if anyone has any connections please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So that's it for now. I'm just heading out the door to go shopping with Shannon and Tysey.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-113000518382644893?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113000518382644893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=113000518382644893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113000518382644893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/113000518382644893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/10/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112873510920988367</id><published>2005-10-07T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you may not know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love music more then any other THING in the entire world; it's how God speaks to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to become a nurse and then go work in Africa or Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a really really short attention span...even though I often pretend I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I sometimes cry myself to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The reason I no longer have a car is because I forgot about oil and anti-freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My dad is my hero....and he would do anything for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's really hard for me to come up with these things about myself....I can think of a million, but most of them I'm too afraid to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a sucker for brown eyes and a big smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I used to hate my hair but now when i straighten it I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would rather have major surgery than talk infront of a big group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I used to be so shy I would go red if someone I didn't know talked to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I like nerds....normal people are boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I like scary movies just so I can be freaked out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My family and I drove to Ontario and back one summer....it's a long drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I always sing in the car....unless I'm with someone I don't know very well, then I sing quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I learn best by teaching other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've had two vehicles of my own....a toyota corolla and a plymouth sundance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE dogs.....especially my Bailey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm extremely allergic to cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really miss Kiya (the dog I used to have).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hate going into my blog because I'm scared of the comments people have written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't write poetry....even if you paid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish I needed glasses....just because I think they look cool on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am very stubborn....my mom says I'm too stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I absolutely love NHL hockey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss my friends a lot when I haven't seen them in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love my best friends so much....they always make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I've written enough on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112873510920988367?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112873510920988367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112873510920988367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112873510920988367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112873510920988367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-you-may-not-know-about-me.html' title='Things you may not know about me'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112838808987037285</id><published>2005-10-03T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The freedom.....dancing and jumping and singing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I wrote this as soon as I got back from the first time I ever went to street church. Cool eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rules are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Go into your archive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Find your 23rd post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Tag five other people to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So I tag Shannon and whoever else hasn't been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112838808987037285?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112838808987037285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112838808987037285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112838808987037285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112838808987037285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/10/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112822260225236052</id><published>2005-10-01T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the voice of God....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You'll find trusting difficult and a lie, even a simple one, will break your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;A word said innocently enough will make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You'll lose friendships but the ones that stick will become stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Love will become hard, even risky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You'll learn how to smile when you want to hide and laugh when you want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You'll believe that valleys will never turn to mountains, and when they do that mountains are too difficult to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes you'll feel like cursing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;But this needs to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I break so I can rebuild stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I want to teach you about love....not selfish or jealous love, but pure love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I want you to learn not to judge people and not to believe in rumors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I will teach you to help those who are hurting....though it will be hard because you may think you have nothing to offer them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You need to learn to trust me and in doing that I will teach you to trust others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;You need to learn that I will love you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I will always accept you and I will always forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Because I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112822260225236052?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112822260225236052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112822260225236052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112822260225236052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112822260225236052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/10/voice-of-god.html' title='the voice of God....'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112796799840165860</id><published>2005-09-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A tanker truck flipped over just before 6am this morning in Abbotsford spilling 22,500 litres of gas and diesel fuel. The fuel entered the storm drainage system and over 400 homes had to be evacuated. Schools and businesses were closed. The evacuation was lifted sometime this evening and the families were allowed to return to their homes. Wow! My mom's best friends lives really close to where it happened so she had to be evacuated. They came to her door and told her that her and her family had to leave immediatly. Even though I feel bad for all the work that the emergency crews had to do and for all the people who had to leave their homes there is a huge part of me that wishes that I was one of the people that was evacuated. It seems like a kind of adventure. It's definately not something that happens everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just love when things happen that are completely out of the ordinary. A couple of years ago I was over at Shannon's house when a neighbour came and started pounding on their door. It had been POURING rain all day and the street that runs beside their house was flooded. REALLY FLOODED!!! The water was in danger of pouring into their basement. Aaron and I went outside to take a look. The leaves were clogging all the drains so the water had to where to go. We walked all the way down to Mac's in the pouring rain unclogging the drains as we went. By the time we got back to Shannon's house we were completely drenched from head to toe. But it was so much fun. That for sure doesn't happen every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just love adventure I guess. Even though neither one of these things is really that huge it is still something different....out of the ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for something different. My car has been acting funny for about a week now....not accelerating properly, making noise, and steam rising from the hood. I was dropping Aaron off at his house the other day and it started smoking really bad. We opened the hood and saw that it was coming from near the rad.That evening I went over to my parents house and my dad took a look at it. He checked the fluid levels.....no oil.....no anti-freeze.....WUPS!!! My dad spent half an hour trying to get the temperature down so it would be safe for me to drive it home. Tonight I drove it to the shop. They are looking at it tomorrow morning. On the way down my car wouldn't stop shaking. The smoke coming out of the tail pipe wreeked of anti-freeze. My dad thinks I'm going to have to replace part of my engine. OUCH!!!! If anyone reads this can you pray that it doesn't cost a fortune to fix and that no permanent damage has been done. If I have to replace my engine I might as well just buy a new car.....and I do not have the money for that. It wouldn't really be so bad if the whole thing wasn't my fault. Why didn't I remember to check the fluids. I guess I'll never forget now. Maybe I should just see it as yet another adventure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112796799840165860?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112796799840165860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112796799840165860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112796799840165860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112796799840165860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/adventures.html' title='Adventures'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112760372878903948</id><published>2005-09-24T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I've been back at school for a few weeks now.  Aaron has the same english teacher that I had last year. He was talking to her and she told him that my final exam was one of the best she's ever marked. WOW!!! I didnt think I did that well but I'm not going to argue with her that's for sure. Just thought I'd share that little story. Don't have much else to say.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112760372878903948?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112760372878903948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112760372878903948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112760372878903948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112760372878903948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/cool.html' title='cool'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112641556033910431</id><published>2005-09-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's not your creation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-TFK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112641556033910431?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112641556033910431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112641556033910431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112641556033910431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112641556033910431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-cannot-kill-whats-not-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112632553640582645</id><published>2005-09-09T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:31.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue???</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="8" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC" WIDTH="300"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#0033FF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; 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&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="4" COLOR="#0066FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt;BLUE&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#0066FF;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112632553640582645?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112632553640582645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112632553640582645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632553640582645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632553640582645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/blue.html' title='Blue???'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112632522532807728</id><published>2005-09-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pooh, there's something I need to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it something nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not exactly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then it can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It can, for how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Forever  and Ever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Forever and ever is a very long time, Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Forever itsn't long at all, when I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna call your name forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And you will always answer, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And both of us will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forever you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forever and ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna stay like this forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If only I could promise forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then we could just be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forever you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forever and ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna be with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want you right here beside me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One thing you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No matter where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We'll always be together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112632522532807728?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112632522532807728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112632522532807728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632522532807728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632522532807728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112632430194203017</id><published>2005-09-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pooh bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/poohpersonality/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizmeme.com/poohpersonality/pooh.gif" width="300" height="175" border="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112632430194203017?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112632430194203017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112632430194203017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632430194203017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632430194203017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/pooh-bear.html' title='pooh bear'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112632403332162686</id><published>2005-09-09T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>icecream</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=280px bgcolor=#000099 border=1 bordercolor=black&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td bgcolor=#ccffff align=center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;Neopolitan!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-neopolitan.gif" align=right&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112632403332162686?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112632403332162686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112632403332162686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632403332162686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112632403332162686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/09/icecream.html' title='icecream'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112432168171607025</id><published>2005-08-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I went to the airshow last Saturday with my family. I had quite the adventure. My dad, my sister, and I went walking around to look at all the planes. Some of them we could go inside so that was really neat. There was this huge carrier plane that we decided to go into and we were just walking up the steps when the engines started up. They were really loud. People weren't exactly sure what to do and then three pilots came tearing up the stairs beside us telling everyone to get off the plane. So we had to run down the stairs and away from the plane until they could shut off the engines. It was really funny. That's definately not something that happens every day. And hey...it gave me a story to come home with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112432168171607025?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112432168171607025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112432168171607025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112432168171607025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112432168171607025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/08/air-show.html' title='Air show'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112329376960058767</id><published>2005-08-05T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I just got back from Creation Fest last weekend. It was a great time....even though it was insanely hot. While we were there I claimed the "cow blog." Enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The first night we were there we couldn't camp on Creation grounds so we stayed at a campsite nearby. Since we had to get up early we all decided to sleep under the stars....too much work to put the tents up only to tear them down in a few hours. It was beautiful!!! I've never seen so many stars. By quarter to five in the morning we were all awake. The sun was rising....the birds were singing....the bats were squeeling....the cows were, well I guess you could say mooing. I don't think I've ever heard cows make this sound before....almost like a super excited, high pitched moo. We lay there in our sleeping bags killing ourselves laughing imagining what the cows were doing. I think the rest of the campers were probably ticked at us because sound curfew was still in effect for another hour....but we just couldn't stop. I still can't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and an add on to Tysey's blog.....that Fred guy grabbed Rose's Canada hat and put it on his head, giving her his supervisor hat. They had to switch back though....I guess he needed his hat. On the last night Tysey and Rose helped with take down and so I didn't see them till the morning we left. When I woke up Rose was wearing Fred's hat. I think she still has it. I thought that was kind of funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was a good trip. I got to know everyone way better and I got to know myself better too. Even though we were only there for six days I have so many memories....cows, waterfights, the underside of Terry's truck, the music....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112329376960058767?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112329376960058767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112329376960058767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112329376960058767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112329376960058767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/08/creation-fest.html' title='Creation Fest'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112217514831051136</id><published>2005-07-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>odds and ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok so I need to write something, I'm just not sure what. I went to playland with Aaron, my brothers and my cousin the other day. It was really hot. We went on the log ride and got completely, head to toe, drenched. So fun. I think we went on the Coaster 8 times. And we went on lots of other rides too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm leaving for Creation Fest in a few days. I can't wait. Never really been to anything like it before. It's gonna be fun....all those people....and all those concerts. Yeah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mouth is feeling better from getting my teeth pulled (hope your's is too Michelle). I went to the dentist again yesterday though and had to keep my mouth open for about an hour so now my jaw hurts. I'm trying to get all my dental work in before I quit my job at the end of the summer (it's free right now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a couch now and I think I'm getting a chair tomorrow, thanks to Neil. It's really comfortable and not too bad looking either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm at my parents house right now. Aaron and my brothers are downstairs playing video games and no one else is here. I'm really bored. I think I'll go home soon. I'm almost finished a really good book and I want to find out what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So that's my odds and ends from lately. I figured I should write something or soon people won't even check this anymore. I'll try and write more often, even if it is something boring.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112217514831051136?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112217514831051136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112217514831051136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112217514831051136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112217514831051136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/07/odds-and-ends.html' title='odds and ends'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-112052947377861097</id><published>2005-07-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled out this morning. YUCK!  My dentist asked me if I wanted to keep them. DEFINATELY NOT!!! I'm starting to feel better though.....living on a diet of ice cream,  jello, pudding, and yogurt. My face looks like it belongs on a chipmunk. Oh well. Couple more days and I'll be as good as new.  So anyway's just thought i'd write a few lines so you all know I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-112052947377861097?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/112052947377861097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=112052947377861097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112052947377861097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/112052947377861097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-all-four-of-my-wisdom-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111956600206069760</id><published>2005-06-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum...yum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I have another work story.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was giving Robert a bath and his shampoo smelled really good...like oranges. I told him I was going to have to eat his hair. He started laughing and said he was eating my mouth. I then told him that I was eating his nose. He looked at me and simply stated that I couldn't eat his nose. I asked him why not...I had no idea. He looked at me and said, as if it should have been completely obvious to me, "because I ate your mouth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got out smarted by a six-year old. I swear they keep getting smarter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now on another topic: I just finished my last exam for the year. I have been studying like crazy with no time to do anything else. I'm not going to know what to do with myself now. I only work a couple of days a week. Oh well, it's gonna be a nice break...and I'll have more time to blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111956600206069760?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111956600206069760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111956600206069760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111956600206069760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111956600206069760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/06/yumyum.html' title='yum...yum...'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111733739077833790</id><published>2005-05-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was at the Delirious concert last week and they were showing this power point during one of the songs. In it, there was a little guy climbing up the side of a mountain. When he first set out he was walking strong, upright on two feet...nothing was going to stop him. About half way up he got so exhausted he had to start crawling...moving slower and slower. By the time he got close to the top he was crawling so slowly he could hardly move at all. I'm pretty sure he wanted to give up, but didn't because he knew that the end result would be worth it. Well, he finally made it to the mountain top. He slowly stood up and stretched his arms out, "I made it! At last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This reminded me a lot of just life in general. Sometimes it can seem too difficult...even impossible, but it's worth it. I mean, look at our end result. We get to spend eternity in heaven with Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I often get this picture in my head of what will happen when I get to heaven. Jesus is there waiting for me. He is kneeling down with his arms spread wide, just waiting for me to run to him. At first I am a bit hesitant, not knowning what he will say when I get there. What if he's not pleased with the way I lived my life? But as I get closer, my pace quickens and pretty soon I am running...straight into his arms. He welcomes me, "well done, Melody, well done." I feel the most wonderful feeling wash over and I know that I am finally home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111733739077833790?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111733739077833790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111733739077833790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111733739077833790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111733739077833790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/05/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111714272835257178</id><published>2005-05-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in no particular order...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. my family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i don't know what I would do without them; people i can be completely myself with and who love me no matter what; sitting around the table with them and laughing about our days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. my God: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;covered by a love divine, child of the risen Lord; to hear you say "this one's mine," my heart is spoken for...just one reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. my best friends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because they are crazy, and don't mind if i am; because i can tell them anything and they still love me; because they make me laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. sunshine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything is just better when the sun is shining; the world seems like a happier place - and because i hate being cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. the ocean: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sitting by it, listening to it, swimming in it, walking by it, squishing my toes in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. an adventure: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even if it is only walking to mac's in a downpour and getting totally drenched or taking hours and hours to get back from the airport because we are completely lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;listening, playing, singing, i think i love anything that has to do with music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. a smile: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but not just any smile; a smile directed at me, with a laugh hidden behind it; a smile that says i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. my dog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even though he is crazy and in need of psychiatric help, he's my sweetie pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. memories: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in any form...i love my scrapbook, it's so full of memories...and i love just sitting and talking with my friends remembering the "good ol' days"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now as to who I'm going to tag...anyone who reads this and hasn't been tagged yet - you're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111714272835257178?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111714272835257178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111714272835257178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111714272835257178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111714272835257178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/05/10-things-i-love.html' title='10 things I love'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111695561634462681</id><published>2005-05-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:30.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, I know I'm it. I've been thinking about the 10 things I love but haven't had the chance to write them all down. Check back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111695561634462681?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111695561634462681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111695561634462681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111695561634462681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111695561634462681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/05/waiting.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111505832700056163</id><published>2005-05-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sprinklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, so the other day I was at work and I was going for a walk with the kids. The girls were running ahead and Robert was walking behind with me. We were walking by this one house when he suddenly said "uh oh" and got this really crazy grin on his face.  The house we were walking past had this automatic sprinkler system and it turned on and started chasing us down the side walk. It was really funny. We screamed and just started running. The girls were laughing at us. I think it's kinda funny that he knew what was going to happen but didn't bother telling me. Maybe he figured it would be worth him getting wet if I got wet too. aaah.....kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111505832700056163?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111505832700056163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111505832700056163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111505832700056163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111505832700056163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/05/sprinklers.html' title='sprinklers'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111498876964356634</id><published>2005-05-01T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Breed of Dog am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Golden Retriever Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/golden-retriever-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant, fun-loving, and patient.&lt;br /&gt;You are eager to please - and attached to your frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/puppyquiz/index.php"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111498876964356634?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111498876964356634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111498876964356634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111498876964356634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111498876964356634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-breed-of-dog-am-i.html' title='What Breed of Dog am I?'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111479987790791116</id><published>2005-04-29T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed be Your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blessed be Your name Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In every circumstance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every stage of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For You are worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You give and take away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My heart will chose to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lord, blessed be Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111479987790791116?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111479987790791116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111479987790791116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111479987790791116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111479987790791116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/04/blessed-be-your-name.html' title='Blessed be Your name'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111473817169471787</id><published>2005-04-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/5474/640/Picture%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/12/5474/320/Picture%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111473817169471787?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111473817169471787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111473817169471787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111473817169471787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111473817169471787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-sister-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111378345265391897</id><published>2005-04-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here it comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, so drum roll please. Here comes the long awaited update. Sorry I've been away from it for so long. I have about a million excuses, none of which are very good so I won't even bother with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now what's going on with me? Not much really but as always I love life. I was talking with a friend the other day and I was telling him that no matter what is happening in my life, no matter how bad it may seem, I've never not loved life. I'm so glad God gave me that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I belong to a great group of GIRLS and I have amazing friends. I'm not saying they never drive me crazy (see Shannon's blog) but I will never stop loving them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've also been blessed with a pretty normal family, immediate family anyway. They can always make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still waiting to hear about school but I know that God will put me where he wants me. I'm hoping he wants me here though. I don't want to leave. I love my life here. I'm comfortable here. But I know if I leave it's because God doesn't want me to be comfortable anymore. He wants to stretch me and make me grow in ways that I can't grow here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess that's enough for now. Random thoughts just coming out of no where, but it's been a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111378345265391897?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111378345265391897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111378345265391897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111378345265391897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111378345265391897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-it-comes.html' title='here it comes'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111369830036581204</id><published>2005-04-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so I've been told by a very dear, dear friend that I have to update my blog. Take a look at the email I got from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATEYOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGUPDATE YOURBLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOGYOUR BLOGUPDATE YOUR BLOG&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE MEL UPDATE YOUR BLOG!!!!!!!! ;)and yes i know i'm crazy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it was a lot longer then this. I deleted a bunch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll write more later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111369830036581204?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111369830036581204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111369830036581204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111369830036581204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111369830036581204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/04/here.html' title='here'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111052263271122954</id><published>2005-03-10T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have an update&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;on my cousin. She had the surgery and everything went well. Last I heard she was in ICU recovering. The doctor's say that she will be fine. Thank you everyone for praying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111052263271122954?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111052263271122954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111052263271122954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111052263271122954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111052263271122954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/03/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111043767259432913</id><published>2005-03-09T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need everyone to pray for something. My cousin has chrones disease. She was in alot of pain so she was taken to the hospital where they discovered that her bowel had burst. She is scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning. Just pray that she will be okay and that surgery will go well. Also pray for her parents and sister....that they will be okay as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111043767259432913?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111043767259432913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111043767259432913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111043767259432913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111043767259432913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/03/pray.html' title='pray'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-111023904192929166</id><published>2005-03-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It seems like just yesterday was the first time that I met you. Since then so much has changed, but I'm still the same as I was before. Now that I know what's going on I can look back and see you. I made you wait as I turned away. If I could rewind and watch all my life just pass me by I would see you. If I could rewind I'd take back the lies and all of those time I hurt you. I don't know if I'll ever know how much I hurt you. Knowing that hurts me everyday. If I could rewind I would take it away and not make you wait. I wouldn't walk away. I wanna take back all those lies. I wanna take back all those times. I wanna show you with my life that I'm here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Pillar (with modifications)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-111023904192929166?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/111023904192929166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=111023904192929166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111023904192929166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/111023904192929166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/03/rewind.html' title='rewind'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110902210437787460</id><published>2005-02-21T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:29.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night was one of the best times I've ever had at street church. The quote of the evening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I haven't smiled this much in a long time. My cheeks hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We danced for about two hours with barely even a break. I love to see new people come and really get into it. It was an amazing time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we went to Tim Hortons for a couple of hours. We had napkin wars (don't ask). We sure made a big mess but then ended up cleaning it up. I guess we wanted them to let us come back next time :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110902210437787460?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110902210437787460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110902210437787460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110902210437787460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110902210437787460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/02/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110823863120504788</id><published>2005-02-12T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I had quite the adventure yesterday. My sister and brother decided they wanted to try out for Canadian Idol, not really expecting much....just to see what it was like....and hey, you never know. I went along with them not knowing whether or not I was going to try out. We left the house at 4am and drove to Surrey. From there we took the skytrain to the Plaza of Nations. We got there at about 5:30. We waited outside in the freezing cold for four hours. My feet were numb....but it was still fun. Shane and Elayna (two of last year's idols) did a concert for us. Ben Mulroney was there....and he looks just as fake in real life. Nice guy though. After a few hours of being outside they said they were going to let the singers in but they didn't have room for anyone else quite yet. So I decided that I was going to be a singer. We were herded inside (like cattle) and given numbers that we had to wear pinned to our tummies. We all sat squished in this gym for hours and hours waiting for our audition time. It was quite boring but a lot of fun. I had my audition at about 3. My sister was right after me and then my brother was right after her. I was really nervous....even though I didn't really care whether or not I made it. Well, I didn't make it....I was so nervous that my voice was all shakey and stuff. We also had to sing acapello....I like singing with instruments to back me up. When that was done I waited for my sister. She came out and said that she didn't make it either. We sat and waited for my brother. Waited.....and waited....and waited. Finally I saw him come around the corner with that yellow piece of paper in his hands. I screamed....I was so happy that he made it. He's at the second set of auditions today....if he gets through that he goes to the auditions in front of the celebrity judges (the one's they show on TV)....and then if he gets through that he's off to Toronto in a couple of months. Is that not so cool! So I had a lot of fun....even though it was super boring....it was a neat experience. One I will never forget. Some of my friends who are amazing singers didn't get past the first round....I guess they're looking for something inparticular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110823863120504788?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110823863120504788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110823863120504788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110823863120504788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110823863120504788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/02/canadian-idol.html' title='Canadian Idol'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110749403226493793</id><published>2005-02-03T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a little exerpt from a story I read by Kim Meedler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was completely overwhelmed as I slid off Firefly's back and walked through the sooty black powder. My tears broke through my emotional dam in an uncontrollable flood. This was my special place, my healing chamber, my home. Now it was destroyed beyond recognition. "Dear Jesus, this is just like my life," I sobbed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The puffy, black, soot billowed up nearly to my waist. Firefly and I had began walking a while when my racking sobs finally subsided into silent tears that streamed down my face. And then I saw it. In the vast expanse of black one tiny oasis of color survived. I moved closer and knelt down to inspect this tiny pink wonder. A little plant had risen through the ash and, defying all odds, dared to bloom in this world of black. Then I heard within my heart the unmistakable voice of the One who had knelt beside me so many years before. "You are right, child - this is just like your life. You see, I have raised you out of the ashes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This story is about a young girl who lost her mother and father to murder and suicide. Her only comfort was riding through the forest near her grandmother's house on her horse. When the forest burns down she is overwhelmed by grief one more time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I read the words of this story it struck me that God can do anything. No matter how helpless your situation may be He will raise you from the ashes - when you let Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110749403226493793?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110749403226493793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110749403226493793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110749403226493793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110749403226493793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/02/oasis.html' title='oasis'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110722295808934280</id><published>2005-01-31T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah for Shannon! She got accepted into school. I'm so happy for her. By the end of the year she will be a certified vet assistant. All that percerverance paid off girl! Anyway, I just had to write about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I just have to get into nursing school. I don't care where, I just want to go. Everything is falling into place so far. I guess I just have to wait and see. But I hate the waiting!!!! Aaaaaaah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110722295808934280?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110722295808934280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110722295808934280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110722295808934280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110722295808934280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/01/yahoo.html' title='yahoo'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110618784807304831</id><published>2005-01-19T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was having the most interesting conversation with a four year old the other day. She decided that I was going to be the kid and she was going to be the babysitter. We were going to switch clothes and shoes. We had quite the good laugh picturing me in her tiny little clothes and her in my bigger ones. I was going to watch TV while she folded the laundry and of course she was going to drive the van. I had quite the time convincing her that there was no way she was going to drive the van. Finally I told her that her legs wouldn't reach the peddals so it wouldn't work. She agreed. It was really cute. It got me thinking about what it would be like to go back to being a little kid. In some ways it would be great. Not a whole lot to worry about....don't have to work for a living, and absolutely no responsibilities. But I don't think I would enjoy it for long. I kinda like making my own decisions and having all the freedom that comes with that. Sure being a kid was great but I wouldn't want to go back....at least not permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110618784807304831?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110618784807304831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110618784807304831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110618784807304831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110618784807304831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/01/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110515498053087785</id><published>2005-01-07T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was a snow day for me....no work and no school. My brother and I went, with our dog Bailey, to Griner Park. We have these crazy carpets and we can get going pretty fast. Well, there was no way that Bailey would get on the crazy carpets but he loved chasing us down the hill and then jumping all over us when we got to the bottom. I guess he was having a lot of fun because when my brother and I went to take him home he got this really pouty look on his face and didn't want a whole lot to do with us. It was really kinda funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last summer a friend and I took our dogs to the lake. Bailey loves to swim!!! Even more than chasing crazy carpets. We were there for a couple of hours and then when we were ready to go it was like Bailey was mad at us. He sat in the back seat and pouted almost the entire ride home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's a great dog and I love him to pieces but he's not without his quirks. He hasn't learned yet that male dogs lift a leg to pee....he still squats. Also, when he is confused or afraid or any number of other emotions he pees....all over the floor. And then there is his ball. Anyone who has been over to my house has seen that ball. He will not play with any other toy....just that stupid red ball. Last summer I brought Bailey to church in the park so of course his ball had to come along. When I dropped him off at home both Bailey and I forgot his ball in the car. I headed out to Vancouver for the day with my friends and didn't realize his ball was still in the car. When I got home my parents told me that he had been looking around for his ball all day and then moping and whining when he couldn't find it. So pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110515498053087785?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110515498053087785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110515498053087785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110515498053087785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110515498053087785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/01/bailey.html' title='Bailey'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110496765974187136</id><published>2005-01-05T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunno</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So the holidays are over and it's back to the same old routine. But I guess if it were the holidays all the time that would get boring too. I really liked having the week or two off of school, work, and pretty much everything else. Now it's time to get to work. But I just can't seem to get motivated right now. I guess I have too much other stuff on my mind. Maybe that will pass soon. I've been thinking about new year's resolutions. I can't really think of one of my own. Maybe it's not that I can't think of one....but all the ones I can think of I don't want to do. Just being lazy maybe. I hate being lazy!!! Aaah...I need to get motivated. It's weird because I am usually very motivated after the new year. But not this year....at least not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110496765974187136?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110496765974187136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110496765974187136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110496765974187136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110496765974187136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2005/01/dunno.html' title='dunno'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110394446565377351</id><published>2004-12-24T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I just got back from the christmas eve service at my church. The house is so quiet...my family isn't home quite yet. I came in the door and my dog greeted me but there was no talking, no singing, no nothing. Something I'm not quite used to but nice just the same. The day has been filled with so much hustle and craziness. Shopping to do....cookies to bake....presents to wrap....and now it's just quiet. For a few more minutes....then my sister will dance in the door and my brothers will come in laughing about something. My parents will follow. We'll hang the stockings, probably make apple cider, and watch a christmas movie. Christmas the way I know it will begin....I like the quiet that is right now....but at the same time I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110394446565377351?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110394446565377351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110394446565377351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110394446565377351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110394446565377351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/12/quiet.html' title='quiet'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110325380916484530</id><published>2004-12-16T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've just been thinking about how many christmas traditions my family has....and we don't even have near as many as we used to. Some have died out over the past year or so. One of these is advent. Every night we would shut off all the lights in the house and light the appropriate number of candles on our advent wreath. We read a Bible verse and then we each got to pick a christmas song to sing. My brother would pick Deck the Halls every single night, every single year. We got so sick of it. Now laugh as we look back on it. It was fun. Now we're lucky if we do advent once a week. Everyone is just so busy and it is a rare night that everyone is at home. On christmas eve when we get home from church we always watch The Muppet Christmas Carol. Then we get all of our blankets and drag them into the living room because that is where we sleep. In the morning the first one to wake up wakes everyone else up. We dig into our stockings but we can't open any presents till our parents get up...we can't wake them till 6:00am. Although I'm sure they wake up when we do because we don't exactly try to be quiet. My parents don't put names on our presents....they put a picture or a number. While we are waiting for them to get up we try to figure out the code. I think we've figured it out every year. We have so many more things that we do but I can't think of any right now. I start counting down the days from half way through december but christmas can never come fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110325380916484530?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110325380916484530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110325380916484530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110325380916484530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110325380916484530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/12/traditions.html' title='traditions'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110227633964554998</id><published>2004-12-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whistler</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I went to whistler yesterday with two of my friends. I don't think I've ever had such a lazy day (besides the driving). We didn't have to be anywhere at any time. We just wandered around looking in shops and of course getting lost. I think everytime we needed to find a bathroom it took us half an hour. But it was fun. So relazing. We sat in Starbucks for over an hour just because we didn't have to do anything else. After supper as we were walking back to the car the snow flakes were huge....and it was beautiful. It had been snowing all day but these flakes were just awesome.  We were trying to catch them with our tongues. Such a good day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110227633964554998?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110227633964554998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110227633964554998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110227633964554998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110227633964554998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/12/whistler.html' title='whistler'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110178491157034662</id><published>2004-11-29T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S SNOWING!!!!!!!! Just thought I would let everyone know. I just came in from outside. My fingers are so cold I can hardly type. But who cares. IT"S SNOWING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110178491157034662?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110178491157034662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110178491157034662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110178491157034662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110178491157034662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/11/more-snow.html' title='more snow'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110150588779710247</id><published>2004-11-26T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some Lord of the Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;By rights we shouldn't even be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;But we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's like in the great stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The ones that really mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Full of darkness and danger they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And sometimes you didn't want to know the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Because how could the end be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;How could the world go back to the way it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;But in the end it's only a passing thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Even darkness must pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Those where the stories that stayed with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Even if you were too small to understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I think I do understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;They kept going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Because they were holding onto something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;That there's some good in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And it's worth fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110150588779710247?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110150588779710247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110150588779710247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110150588779710247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110150588779710247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-lord-of-rings.html' title='some Lord of the Rings'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110134719417733355</id><published>2004-11-24T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I've been thinking about school a lot lately. I want to be a nurse, but then so do many other people. I know it's going to be hard to get into a nursing program without waiting. I'm going to put an application into UCFV because I would like to do it there. It's close and cheap. Two good things. But I've been thinking that I should send my application to other schools as well. I looked at the SFU website and I don't think they have a nursing program. At least I couldn't find it if they do.  I do not want to go to UBC. It is way to big for me. As I was looking around different website I came across a school in Kamloops that offers the nursing program I need. I don't really want to move that far away but if I can't get into UCFV and I do get accepted at this Kamloops university I may have no choice. I want to get my schooling finished. I would rather not be sitting on a waiting list for a couple of years. That wouldn't really accomplish a whole lot. I guess we'll see what happens. I'm still just in the thinking and planning stage. But I'm going to need to start applying soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110134719417733355?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110134719417733355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110134719417733355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110134719417733355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110134719417733355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/11/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110100342259956658</id><published>2004-11-20T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love snow. I always have and I'm pretty sure I always will. Everytime it snows I always remember back to something that happened when I was a lot younger. I think I was about six and my brother four. We were in our room fighting, which was nothing all that unusual. I guess we stopped to catch our breath or something because we heard a droor open in the kitchen. Of course we assumed that since we were fighting it must be the one with the wooden spoon in it. Even though we never got spanked for fighting I guess we didn't think about that. So then we had something new to fight about. "You're going to get a spanking. No, you're going to get a spanking. No you are. NO YOU ARE!!!" Then came the dreaded, "Melody and Luke, come out here." We stopped our fighting and slowly walked out to the kitchen. As we came in my mom looked at us and said, "look guys, it's snowing!" I don't think I'd ever been so relieved in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of my friends and I always phone eachother every winter at the first sight of snow. She used to live in Matsqui so I would always phone her and brag that we had snow and they didn't. I think she is the only other person I know who loves snow as much as I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One year I was out doing work experience when it started to snow. I was with a lady who hated the snow which kind of put a damper on it but I was so excited I didn't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then there was the time when I was with one of the little girls that I babysit. This time it was spring and there was a lot of pollen floating in the air. She looked up at the sky and with a huge smile on her face said, "it's snowing!" I thought that was kind of cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess maybe one of the reasons I love snow so much is that it brings back so many good memories. I used to live in Ontario and so for a good quarter of the year snow was my life. I remember getting all dressed up in warm clothes and sliding down the patio stairs on our sled. I remember my brother and I making a snow slide and not letting anyone else on it. I remember the fancy patterns the ice used to make on the insides of our windows. I also remember the time I licked an icicle and my tongue got stuck to it. I was so suprised I just ripped it off. That's maybe not such a good memory but it makes me laugh. Anyway, enough on the snow. I could go on forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110100342259956658?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110100342259956658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110100342259956658&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110100342259956658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110100342259956658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/11/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110083768383756490</id><published>2004-11-18T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:28.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I haven't written anything in a while. It's not that there is nothing going on....that is far from the truth. I just don't want to blog about it. I am having a problem with understanding one of my friends. She is kind of upset about something and I don't know what to do because I don't think I did anything wrong. It still bothers me though because I hate to see her upset. And then of course some of my other friends get dragged into it (it has to do with them as well) and it becomes this big problem. Maybe eventually things will settle down and everything will become okay again....maybe one day life will return to normal. But I don't think so. I was talking with a friend the other day and she asked me if I thought life would ever go back to the way it was. I said no it wouldn't....too much has happened....we've all changed...but it can become good. Actually, life is good right now....just hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110083768383756490?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110083768383756490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110083768383756490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110083768383756490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110083768383756490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7673490.post-110028274813238003</id><published>2004-11-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:51:27.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was talking with one of my best friends yesterday and she said that I have changed a lot lately. I asked her how and she said she didn't know.....but if she figured it out she'd let me know. I was kind of worried so I asked if it was a bad change....apparently not. Anyway, then I went out with another friend and I asked him if he had noticed a change in me. He said not really. But then after sitting and thinking about it for a while he said that lately I have gotten more of a backbone. I guess I stand up for myself more or something. I guess that's just one more thing that I've adopted into my personality in order to cope better. I don't think it's a bad thing though. It's important to be able to stand up for yourself. Now that I think about it, I never used to be able to. Maybe in a few ways I'm finally growing up.....taking care of myself.....not getting others to do it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7673490-110028274813238003?l=blueturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/110028274813238003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7673490&amp;postID=110028274813238003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110028274813238003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7673490/posts/default/110028274813238003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueturtles.blogspot.com/2004/11/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
