<?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-30527874</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball Babe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30527874.post-5344094053394237459</id><published>2007-02-17T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:37:55.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Hey Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;It's been a while- almost a month, but I'm back! It actually turned out that my wrist was not sprained, it was fractured. We went to Urgent Care the following day (Sunday, January 21st.) and we had xrays and stuff, and I fractured it. Just a hairline fracture, but enough to make a difference! I had to wear this splint thingy for like 2 weeks and couldn't swim/play viola (my piano teacher said that she had music for just the left hand. Yeah, I know, weird!) for that period of time. But now it's alllll better. I have a viola concert next Sunday, February 25th, so I'm blistering my fingers to the bone practicing, and my swim meet that I'm going to is next Saturday, February 24th. Talk about getting back into the swing of things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-5344094053394237459?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/5344094053394237459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=5344094053394237459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/5344094053394237459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/5344094053394237459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-2741065081360036925</id><published>2007-01-20T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:59:06.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid wrist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;So this weekend I went up north to our friends' cabin, which is pretty much in the middle of nowhere/30 min from Traverse City and ski resort Crystal Mountain. My family skiied and I was trying how to learn to snowboard. Lemme tell ya it's not easy! Snowboarding is waaaaaaaaay harder than skiing and you fall a lot harder too easy. Since both of your legs are on one board, you can fall two ways: on your face, or on your buttocks. And after a while it hurts. A lot. So I was just cruising down the hill-and had another fall. But memories flashed before my eyes of sitting down and wincing and pain because I had big fat bruises all over my butt. I knew I had to do anything to stop it- so I stuck out my wrist. BIG mistake. Okay, so maybe it really wasn't that detailed but I did what any human would do. And I sprained my wrist. I could still move it but not without screaming my head off. So it wasn't broken. I sprained it. That was in the first 5 hours of boarding, so the rest of the day and the whole of next day I sat home at the cottage and did absolutely nothing. I could barely dress myself without hurting my wrist. Thankfully four very nice dogs kept me company: Roxie, a golden retriever, Mocha, a shitzu puppy, Winnie, a 13-year-old dachsund, and my very own Abe. Thanks guys. And also thanks to everyone who had to put up with me at home while I imagined the family skiing happily and my old cripple self at home. I dunno how school is gunna go w/ the whole writing thing (I screwed up my right wrist) AND I'm typing w/ my left hand now. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-2741065081360036925?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/2741065081360036925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=2741065081360036925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/2741065081360036925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/2741065081360036925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-wrist.html' title='Stupid wrist!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-6278213994587713245</id><published>2007-01-05T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:24:48.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I know I need to *refer to title* Since I've last posted, The year has changed to 2007, we've started swimming practice again, AND *most importantly* we've started school. (Yippee) Actually I was NOT very happy to go to school on Wednesday morning...shocker, I know, but once I got there everything was good! I got to see all my friends again and I was sooo happy. I also had the oppurtunity to REALLY start over in class and listen more, not that I wasn't listening before but-yeah. I've written 06 instead of 07 like EVERY TIME I hafta put the date on a worksheet...somehow I need to pound that into my head! And swimming started too-yay. I wasn't too happy about that either but once I got there I saw all my swimming buddies and that helped (a lot). I really want to improve this season in swim so I can tick "Staying Healthy" off my New Year's Resolutions. If you want to know how my New Year's was-than ask me cuz I'm too lazy to type it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-6278213994587713245?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/6278213994587713245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=6278213994587713245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/6278213994587713245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/6278213994587713245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2007/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-7606022792258098447</id><published>2006-12-30T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:47:11.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Abe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;I've done a lot of posts lately! It's probably because I've been so bored. But I still don't want school to start! Which is on January 3rd, which is the anniversary of when we got Abe. I won't even be home to celebrate lol! He won't even remember so what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Abe hasn't been himself since we brought him back from the kennel on Thursday. His tongue is really hot, his nose dry, and he sleeps ALOT more than he used to. I dunno if it's the change of environment for 5 days, but he's sick :( Plus, he also puked on our carpet this morning. (EWW!) And on our good carpet too. Mom wasn't too happy about that. Thankfully I wasn't awake to see it myself, because I slept in till 11:20! Haha. I &lt;3 Christmas Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-7606022792258098447?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/7606022792258098447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=7606022792258098447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/7606022792258098447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/7606022792258098447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/poor-abe.html' title='Poor Abe!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-8287729979250185082</id><published>2006-12-29T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:20:49.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2006! (almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Some stuff on the year 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Know You Live in 2006 When..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. you accidentally enter your password on a microwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. you havent played solitaire with real cards in years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. the reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they dont have a screen name or a myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. youd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. your boss doesnt even have the ability to do your job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. you read this list &amp; keep nodding and smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. as you read this list, you think about sending it to all your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. and you were too busy to notice # 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. you actually scrolled back up to check that there was a # 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. and now you're laughing at your self stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;~* mY NeW yeAr'S REsoLuTiONs *~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Eat healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Keep up getting good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Keep up my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Do all my chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Be nice to my siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Respect parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Play w/ Abe more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Make the softball team @ NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Make the All A Honor Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;* Have FUN!! (lol I know that is cheesy but it's true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/30527874-8287729979250185082?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/8287729979250185082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=8287729979250185082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/8287729979250185082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/8287729979250185082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-2006-almost.html' title='Goodbye 2006! (almost)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-2899316791644354913</id><published>2006-12-29T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:02:52.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters &amp; Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Yesterday was a day full of sisterhood! It was really weird because my sister and I usually don't get along that well. Most of the time we spent goofing around to her new iPod speaker, dancing like lunatics and all that. It was fun. We were definitely slap happy, giggling at every single thing. Ha. Ha ha. Then we had the idea of putting the blow-up mattress in Mikayla's room for me that night, kinda like a sleepover, even though we both live here! We watched Material Girls, a total chick flick about two rich girls losing all their money and learning that no matter what, they'll always have each other. It seemed really cliche that we were watching that the same time we had a "sister's day", I guess. Today she has a friend over for a sleepover, so the spell is broken. It was fun while it lasted though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;A friend showed me this really cool song by Nelly Furtado today while talking on AIM. It's called, "Afraid". It really has meaning. Read the lyrics here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nellyfurtado/afraid.html"&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nellyfurtado/afraid.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;This song is pretty true. So many people are afraid to be theirselves, and there is so much of that in Middle School. I wish people just didn't care. I wish I didn't care what people thought. I think mostly everybody is afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-2899316791644354913?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/2899316791644354913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=2899316791644354913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/2899316791644354913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/2899316791644354913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/sisters-music.html' title='Sisters &amp; Music'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-4233845648019873021</id><published>2006-12-28T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:04:59.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas? Gone Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Ok guys I'm really sorry I haven't filled you in in a while. Thursday we got out of school for Christmas break and our family had our Christmas then. We went out to eat at Logan's (my favorite restaurant) while "Santa delivered the presents". I could barely keep still when we got home. I looked under the tree for my name from "Santa" and saw Jack, Noah, and Mikayla's names on big boxes. Mine was on a little mini bag. At first I was dissapointed but when I opened it I found out it was a $100 gift card to abercrombie!!! I was really excited and surprised when I got it because I know my mom hates that store but hey, it's Christmas. There was also a little hand-made coupon inside from Mom that said, "Plus 1 shopping trip with no eye-rolling or complaining from Mom!" Even better! I guess great things DO come in small packages! I also got a fuzzy jacket from Old Navy (sooo warm!) and a bunch of movies: Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest, Pride and Prejudice, and Phantom of the Opera. The whole family received Invincible, and for the boys, AirBuddies I think. Lol. Also Abe got an Iowa Hawkeye collar! WHOO! GO HAWKS! Haha. They have a bowl game against Texas on Saturday...we're gunna get slaughtered, but hey, we can still hope, can't we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;So Thursday was really exciting. On Friday we had to get up bright and early to go to Iowa. Abe couldn't come though so we dropped him off at a kennel. Poor Abe. Did I mention it's a 9 hour drive to our Aunt and Uncle's in Cedar Rapids, Iowa? NOT very exciting. We watched 4 movies on the way there. Haha. Then from Cedar Rapids we took a 3 hour drive to Ankeny on Christmas Eve, and then on Christmas day a 3 hour drive to Sioux City, and then late on Christmas Day a 3 hour drive to Bancroft, Iowa, where my Grandparents on my mom's side live. Then, on Wednesday, bright and early AGAIN, a 12 hour drive back to Michigan! Let's do the math:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;9 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;+3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;12 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;30 hours of driving!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Wow. We also watched 10 movies. If we traveled 30 hours all together, what's the average amount of movies we watched on each drive? Lol JUST KIDDING, we're not it school now, are we? Even though there is less than a week left! Not fair! Ok folks that's all for now! Have a great 6 days left of break! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-4233845648019873021?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/4233845648019873021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=4233845648019873021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/4233845648019873021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/4233845648019873021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-gone-already.html' title='Christmas? Gone Already?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-7874945206127593209</id><published>2006-12-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:05:44.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;So in Eastern Hemisphere my teacher, Mr. Schoren, gave us this project on East Asia. We either have to write an advertisement about an invention from East Asia or record one on an audio tape or a video camera. Of course, I chose the video project. I barely EVER get to use my parent's "new" video camera (it's small and 3 years old) so this was my chance. Today my partner came over to my house to work on it. We did the invention of silk. It was very interesting. My partner had to dress up like a Chinese person. (Hint: chinese shirt w/ shoulder pads.......eww) I quote my partner: "We BETTER get an A on this." It was very silly, but informative. Did I mention that the whole class will see this tape? I might just die of embarrassment. Tell my family members and friends that I love and will miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-7874945206127593209?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/7874945206127593209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=7874945206127593209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/7874945206127593209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/7874945206127593209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/video-project.html' title='Video Project'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-3654731499210602919</id><published>2006-12-12T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:12:44.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay. It's been rainy all week and I'm starting to get sick of it! I mean it's December in Michigan! So much for a White Christmas, even though it's 2 weeks away practically. We had snow, even a snow day, but now it's all gone and mushy and gloomy and raining. I feel my poetic side egging me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're pretty in the Spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're pretty in the fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now it's December,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and I don't like you at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-3654731499210602919?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/3654731499210602919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=3654731499210602919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/3654731499210602919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/3654731499210602919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116577623447512696</id><published>2006-12-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T10:44:51.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Meet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so Saturday I woke up very nicely. For some reason I had the feeling that this was going to be a good day, but how could it be? I had a swim meet that day. I felt kinda feverish so I took my own temp. and I was fine. So then I went to the swim and my friend was there. We kinda had technical difficulty w/ the starting pads and electrical stuff. The swim meet was already postponed, but then the power went out! It was like pitch black, and people started screaming. The person in charge said that obviously we weren't going to have a swim meet. My friends and I started like jumping up and down cuz we REALLY didn't want to swim, if we did it would have been six different races!! And for a swimmer that's a lot!! My friend then invited me over to her house before we would go to the team movie for swim. We took pictures w/ her Razr of each other-it was really funny! I would describe some but they're too embarrassing...if my friend posted those at school or something I would dig a hole and live there for like my whole life!!! Then at 7:10 we went to see Unaccompanied Minors w/ the team, it was actually really funny! I thought it was gunna be a really cheesy xmas movie but it wasn't. Then I slept over at her house. Did I mention that she has a snake?!?!?!?! Her name is Hope and shes soooo small and beautiful! She's really calm and won't bite you. We made like a maze for her but it didn't exactly work...she would just slither over the top of the lines! haha. We finally went to bed at like 12:30 (after hours of talking and laughing, I won't give details cuz a girl hasta gossip what she's gotta gossip!) and I had to leave in the morning at like 9:30. Saturday was so much fun! Personally I'm not looking forward to school on Monday, but I'm gunna live in the moment! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116577623447512696?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116577623447512696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116577623447512696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116577623447512696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116577623447512696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/swim-meet.html' title='Swim Meet?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116509091308927792</id><published>2006-12-02T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:38:30.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Snow Day (in a poem form)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waking up at 6:45.&lt;br /&gt;Snow Day!&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in till 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the earth is blanketed in white crystals.&lt;br /&gt;Are those footprints?&lt;br /&gt;Brothers shoveling snow.&lt;br /&gt;I've got chores to do!&lt;br /&gt;Working, working,&lt;br /&gt;Not stopping till everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;Ding Dong!&lt;br /&gt;Marie-Claire is at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Snowballs and snow angles,&lt;br /&gt;and a snowman named Earl!&lt;br /&gt;Play time is over,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;Helping mom cook,&lt;br /&gt;it's almost time!&lt;br /&gt;Ding Dong again!&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;They're here!&lt;br /&gt;Playing downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;Boys stop killing each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy lasagna,&lt;br /&gt;and then fun dart tag&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the hot tub&lt;br /&gt;Let's run out in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;Ouch it burns...&lt;br /&gt;Never doing THAT again...&lt;br /&gt;Playing twister&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My snow day&lt;br /&gt;was the best day EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116509091308927792?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116509091308927792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116509091308927792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116509091308927792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116509091308927792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-snow-day-in-poem-form.html' title='My Snow Day (in a poem form)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116448477401505822</id><published>2006-11-25T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:59:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is Saturday. Today I am being lazy and eating my halloween candy. I can't get Phantom of the Opera music out of my head, because my friend and I watched it twice, all the way through, at our sleepover. Everything is quiet, and I can hear the computer humming. It's kind of freaky, because usually everything is loud: the boys playing, Abe barking, some kind of musical instrument practice. But now everything is quiet. Almost everyone is sleeping, my Dad on the couch, my Mom in her room, Abe at my feet. The boys and Mikayla are outside where I can't hear them. Call me crazy, but now that it is quiet (FINALLY) I want it to be loud again. Don't you always want what you don't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116448477401505822?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116448477401505822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116448477401505822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116448477401505822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116448477401505822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116363697239611422</id><published>2006-11-15T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:29:32.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wow there are a lot of birthdays this month!! Lol. Today my little bro is turning 7...I can't believe it!! I was so excited when I found out I had a little brother, and now it's been seven years *sniff sniff*. My mom and dad always say he is so much like me...that's why we argue so much! haha just kidding. He's the coolest little guy, so athletic and smart (just like me) and don't let me forget funny! I can't wait to see him grow up even more...okay now I'm sounding like a mom! (which isn't something to be embarrassed by, all you moms out there) For his birthday he got an acoustic guitar (LUCKY!!!!), a nerf gun dart tag thing, which HURTS if you get hit without the padding on (Jack has already established that by hitting my sister "accidentally" in the neck) some Iowa sweatshirts, and some other little things. I know this is my brother's special day...but I can't wait until it's MY birthday!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116363697239611422?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116363697239611422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116363697239611422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116363697239611422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116363697239611422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-jack.html' title='Happy Birthday Jack!!!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116329891027063519</id><published>2006-11-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:35:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is from my friend, I thought it was kinda cool so I posted it in my blog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Flip to page 18, paragraph 4 - in the book closest to you right now, what does it say? - "One Sunday afternoon I was invited to Mary Agnes's big house off Wilshire Boulevard." from "The Loud Silence of Francine Green" by Karen Cushman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. If you stretch out your left arm - as far as possible, what are you touching? - air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. What's the last program you watched on TV? - Hannah Montana on Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is. - 9:15. Actual time, 9:15! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. Except the computer, what can you hear right now? - The movie Cars playing that my sibs are watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. When was the last time you were outside and what did you do? - I walked my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. What are you wearing? - abercrombie jeans, an pink v-neck tshirt, and a white lace cami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. Did you dream last night? If you did, what about? - nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. When was the last time you laughed? - When I was talking to my friend Celena last night on AIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. What's on the walls, in the room you're in right now? - A picture from Vietnam, a kids portrait, and a cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;11. Have you seen anything strange lately? - nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;12. What do you think about this meme? - it's different, but cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;13. What's the last film you saw? - "She's the Man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. If you became a multimillionaire, what would you do with the money? - Help all the Third World countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;15. Tell us something about yourself that most people don't know. - I play the viola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;16. If you could change one *superficial* thing in this world - not involving politics - what would it be? - I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;17. Do you like dancing? - Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;18. George Bush? - Don't know him well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;19. What do you want your children's names to be, girl/boy? - girl: Kasey or Kelly, boy: Garrett or Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;20. Would you ever consider living abroad? - I dunno what thay means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;21. What do you want God to tell you, when you come to heaven? - That I did well serving him and that my passed away family is doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;22. Who should do this meme? -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116329891027063519?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116329891027063519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116329891027063519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116329891027063519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116329891027063519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/11/memme.html' title='A Memme'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116319431587723068</id><published>2006-11-10T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:39:58.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Early Birthday, Abe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5139/3276/1600/abe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday is my dog, Abe, 's birthday! I know it must not be that exciting because he's just a dog (as my mom says) but it's still exciting! He's turning one. I just watched a tape of when he came home for the first day...awww! I can't believe how much he's grown. And become more of a phsyco. Haha. This is what a biography of Abe would look like...&lt;br /&gt;Name: Abe&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 11/11/05&lt;br /&gt;Breed: Goldendoodle (Golden Retriever, Standard Poodle mix)&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Family Dog&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: Jumping in the pool (on purpose), Chasing squirrells, eating anything he can find (even nasty things) rolling in poop, jumping on people, nibbling on fingers, chasing his tail&lt;br /&gt;Specialties: Making you feel better when you're down (because no one can be as much as a dork as him haha just kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There ya have it-well most of it-about Abe. To really understand him I think you would have to live with him, as I do. Happy Early Birthday, Abe! Love ya! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116319431587723068?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116319431587723068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116319431587723068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116319431587723068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116319431587723068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-early-birthday-abe.html' title='Happy Early Birthday, Abe!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-116276189698667395</id><published>2006-11-05T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:24:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ba-ack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whew it feels good to be blogging again! Wow so much has happened since like July so where to start...&lt;br /&gt;School has been going good, not too hard or too easy. Tons of homework, though expected. My least favorite subject in Spanish, not because it's hard but because my teacher is &gt;:(! But you can't go through school without having an evil teacher so you can't complain...&lt;br /&gt;No softball since July, it's not the season for it. I dunno how I'll survive! Haha just kidding. I did do swimming for my school though, that was fun ( and easy ) but now I'm doing it on a team not related to school. It's harder, and we have super snore meets every 2 weeks. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was the school dance!! So many good times...no good songs though. They were all very old, like "Temperature" by Sean Paul and "Dontcha" by the Pussycat Dolls. Oh well, I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-116276189698667395?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/116276189698667395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=116276189698667395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116276189698667395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/116276189698667395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-ba-ack.html' title='I&apos;m Ba-ack!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-115391839210389138</id><published>2006-07-26T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:36:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My mom wants me to take dance lessons!! I really don't want to, dance is SO not my thing! People just show off and its NOT a team sport. Plus, I'm not the world's best dancer either. My friend who does dance showed me a few stretches that you're supossed to do, and they KILL! I'm still recovering from trying to do some myself. Today our visitors are coming from Hong Kong, China. Yippee. I like having visitors except I don't know the company that well and, well, their kinda awkward. We're going canoeing and renting a pontoon boat up at Higgin's Lake so I hope that will be fun. Hopefully the visitors will adjust to "nature" since they live in a huge CITY like Hong Kong. If I get bored I will always have my trusty book. On Monday my friend came over for a sleepover and I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest for the 2nd time, and it was her 1st time. I love that movie! The second time around I understood it more. Kitkat was asking every 3 seconds what the heck was going on so I'm glad I've seen it before. Tomorrow is my last double header softball game, so wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-115391839210389138?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/115391839210389138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=115391839210389138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115391839210389138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115391839210389138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/07/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-115349278261000656</id><published>2006-07-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:39:42.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Header</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last nights double-header softball game was really tiring. I did okay, I guess. My mom said when I was last at bat that I would get 20 bucks if I hit it to the green, and I did! The first game we won 15-8 and the second we tied 14-14. The first game I pitched every inning and struck out 6 batters. A lot of people hit off me though because I pitch fast and when people hit it it goes far. The last game I was 1st base, shortstop, and the last 2 innings I was catcher. I thought I would hate it with all that gear on but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The really bad thing about it though is that the facemask is so sweaty. Nasty! When my family got home from the softball games we had cake for my dad's bday(double chocolate, which I made, YUM!) and opened presents. My present to my dad was the cake, because I couldn't think of anything else. Tonight I'm going to the Dixie Chicks concert in Detroit. I'm sooooooooo excited even though I don't really know them that well but I just love the concert atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-115349278261000656?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/115349278261000656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=115349278261000656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115349278261000656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115349278261000656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/07/double-header.html' title='Double Header'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-115297638479081469</id><published>2006-07-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:13:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Higgin's Lake and More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last Sunday I went to Higgin's Lake to swim and hang out. The lake is really pretty and you can walk out really farr and it's still shallow!! The only bad part about it is...the water's freezing!! The next day I went to Detroit with my cousins and they had to leave on a plane back to Kansas. Tuesday we spent just cleaning the house for our next guests to come...a person who my Dad has known since pre-school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and his wife and daughter. Wednesday I had to go to swimming in the morning, viola lessons, and then to a swim meet! By the end of the day I was pretty pooped out but I still had to do chores before the Hubbards would come later that night. On Thursday we swam because it was like 90 degrees out!! My girl Kasey came over a little later that day and we went to Parkside Market and saw kitkat's bf there! He hasn't talked to her or seen her since like the last day of school. We called kitkat and told her. We planned the next day to go to the Plymouth pool and see him. The day was supossed to work out perfectly, but it didn't because Elliot (the bf) broke up w/ kitkat over a text message because she was too clingy. NOT TRUE!! It started raining which fit in with the mood. She went home and my parents had a dinner party and banned us to downstair where she forbidded us to go upstairs while the party was happening. It was boring watching movie after movie and finally we all fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was waking up in my own bed at 10:30 in the morning and now I am wrapping up this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-115297638479081469?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/115297638479081469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=115297638479081469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115297638479081469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115297638479081469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/07/higgins-lake-and-more.html' title='Higgin&apos;s Lake and More...'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-115238429112790667</id><published>2006-07-08T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:44:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey, I just got back from Springhill and it was the best experience of my life!!! Everything and everyone is so fun. My personal favorite was the blobs, like this big air thing on the water that you jump on to make the person on the front go flying! Then you go up to the front of it and get blobbed! It was so fun because my counselor, Jaime, blobbed me and I went sky high! The 3hr horses was more fun than I thought it was going to be. My wrangler, Amy, was really nice and patient. My horse's names were Ozzie, a white horse with black spots and is a pretty good horse except that he loves to eat and pass gas too much! The other horse's name was Strawberry and so was sooooooooo beautiful. She has a strawberry blonde mane and tail and is a pro in the ring and on the trail! We learned how to post, trot, and canter! That's in between a trot and gallop (I think that's how you spell it) and is really fast. It's too bad nobody can learn how to gallop at Springhill. The other activites we did were mountan biking, the gusher, (water slide into a lake) the zipline, which was SWEET!!!, and tons of other stuff too. The food, though, was HORRIBLE and the moment my mom picked me up we went to McDonald's for some good food!! It was kind of ironic though because at the same time we were watching "Super Size Me", a really disgusting movie!!!! Today my cousins and I are going to see "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest". I CAN'T WAIT!!!!! I hope I can come to Springhill next year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-115238429112790667?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/115238429112790667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=115238429112790667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115238429112790667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115238429112790667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-i-just-got-back-from-springhill.html' title=''/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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-30527874.post-115177235150805304</id><published>2006-07-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:01:44.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog Entry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my first blog entry...yay!! I'm sooo excited...in like 24 hours I'm going to Springhill-a Christian camp-with my buddies Kathryn and Ali. We're doing 3hr horseback riding...I hope that'll be fun! It's mmy first time going on an overnight camp w/no parents so I'm SO ready for the freedom! I need to finish packing though. I'm bringing tons of stuff. I wish I could bring my dog, I'm going to miss him so much! On Thursday my softball team had 2 games and won both agaisnt a good travel team. I pitched the first inning and did okay, I struck out 5 batters total, witch isn't that bad. I hit a double into the outfield. Overall I did mediocre. I like to play pitcher, 1st base, and shortstop. I wish I was doing softball at Springhill, but my friend Kathryn hates softball and Ali isn't too fond of it either. Ali and I really wanted to do water sports cuz like college students throw you around so fast on the tubes! Kathryn was scared of the lake water though cuz she thought there were leeches in there. Ya right! Yesterday I went to the Country Club with Kathryn (she brought me as her guest) and we had fun swimming and tanning. She got a new phone...a motorola razor! It's awesome because it can record songs and then you can put them as ringtones for people. For when I call her it's "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls. I WANT A PHONE SO BAD!!! Anyway, today my Dad and I are going to go to a dog show at 1:00 and then to dinner and then to a movie. He never used to do this stuff with me but since my Mom and siblings are out of town, I get the good treatment! This morning I am soooo sore because yesterday my dad and I went on a 3 mile run. I was so proud of myself! Then my dad brought me bike in his truck while he was going to work and dropped me off at family video. I got Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, (I &lt;3&gt; that movie!) and Eight Below. I loved that movie!!! It made me cry. Overall yesterday was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30527874-115177235150805304?l=softballbabe121.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/feeds/115177235150805304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30527874&amp;postID=115177235150805304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115177235150805304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30527874/posts/default/115177235150805304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softballbabe121.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-blog-entry.html' title='First Blog Entry!!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438426587329805024</uri><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></feed>
