<?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-8198158</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:47:37.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>princess MOO</title><subtitle type='html'>"When you find the someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198158.post-113011267541021143</id><published>2005-10-23T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:11:15.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>I hate not knowing.  I hate not knowing what's going to happen from one hour to the next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-113011267541021143?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113011267541021143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=113011267541021143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/113011267541021143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/113011267541021143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day at a Time'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198158.post-112559303329187219</id><published>2005-09-01T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:43:53.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Classes Begin</title><content type='html'>The town that took only 5 minutes to go around in the summer once again takes 30 minutes to just turn right off of one road to the next.  School has begun.  Ahh yes...how lovely.  Last Saturday, I had my birthday party even though my birthday wasn't til Monday.  It was a small dinner with the theme of a Luau mystery dinner.  It was quite fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-112559303329187219?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112559303329187219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=112559303329187219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112559303329187219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112559303329187219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-classes-begin.html' title='And Classes Begin'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-112092045552337865</id><published>2005-07-09T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:47:35.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying the whole picture thing...AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3064/544/1600/IMG_9380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3064/544/200/IMG_9380.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoorah!  Hoorah!  I believe it worked!  This makes me so excited!!!  Yar!!  Oh, yeh...this was at the Sheraton in Lexington...my last photo shoot...it's REALLY dark but Ilike it anyhow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-112092045552337865?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112092045552337865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=112092045552337865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112092045552337865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112092045552337865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/trying-whole-picture-thingagain.html' title='Trying the whole picture thing...AGAIN'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-112067065954561778</id><published>2005-07-06T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:24:19.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>I am having trouble putting pics on here!  How do i do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-112067065954561778?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112067065954561778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=112067065954561778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112067065954561778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112067065954561778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-112066389673972215</id><published>2005-07-06T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:31:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Sanders</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...it is summer...ahhh...it is hot....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well many moons ago I wrote my last post...I even forgot the web address for it (but not my password, mind you - which is odd for me...usually it's the password I forget)...Anyhoo...I am now a married woman...woohoo!  The wedding..May20...was so awesome...I'll put pics up once I can get my stupid scanner to work...bad scanner! bad!  I just got an envelope in the mail, letting me know that I received 2 grants...so now somebody else gets to pay for my college!!  It's funny how they give you stuff when you haven't any money...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I also started modeling some...well sorta...I mean I am..just haven't gotten paid for any shoots thus far...but I do get to keep the pictures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-112066389673972215?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112066389673972215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=112066389673972215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112066389673972215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/112066389673972215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-sanders.html' title='Me Sanders'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-111152163789846688</id><published>2005-03-22T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:00:37.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture 030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture 030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the acrobatic side of Valentino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-111152163789846688?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111152163789846688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=111152163789846688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152163789846688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152163789846688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/acrobatic-side-of-valentino.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198158.post-111152151653145308</id><published>2005-03-22T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:58:36.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/jesuswept.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/jesuswept.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-111152151653145308?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111152151653145308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=111152151653145308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152151653145308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152151653145308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/jesus-wept.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-111152143888572636</id><published>2005-03-22T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:57:18.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Used to...Spring Break meant that you went to Cancun and got drunk for a whole week.  It was meant as a break from school (during the spring, of course).  Now, though, it seems that it is viewed (by the professors, anyways) as more of a time that we will be sitting there bored with nothing to do.  They feel the need to step in and give us tons of homework because they are worried we will be twirling our thumbs.  And, they don't just give us a worksheet or two.  It's more like...here's a take home test, do this observation and write the 3-5 page paper that goes with it, and oh yeh, dont forget to do the older adult interview and find that research paper and abstract and make sure you do that paper too!  (That was just ONE class...and I'm taking six.)  I'm going on strike!  I am not going to do any homework all day, instead I'm going to just relax and go to the pool and hang out in the hotel (I'm in TN visiting Steven).  I'm going to go shopping and out to nice restaurants....and then when I come home, I'll watch movies with him.  And, then I'll probably quit daydreaming and realize that I'm still on question number 3 on my test, and have been for the last 45 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;ah...the beauty of spring break...&lt;br /&gt;you know what?  I'm going swimming...and I dont even care that its raining outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-111152143888572636?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111152143888572636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=111152143888572636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152143888572636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152143888572636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-111152102426319482</id><published>2005-03-22T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:50:24.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/MINE.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/MINE.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-111152102426319482?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111152102426319482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=111152102426319482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152102426319482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152102426319482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/mine.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-111152084749784459</id><published>2005-03-22T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:47:27.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of our new house...&lt;br /&gt;3 Br, 2Ba + 1 bonus room.  1.5 stories all sitting on 1.26 acres.  Soon, maybe I can add "inground pool" to all of that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-111152084749784459?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111152084749784459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=111152084749784459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152084749784459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/111152084749784459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110909759562775767</id><published>2005-02-22T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:39:55.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MS MASSIE QUEEN OF PMS</title><content type='html'>I was upset yesterday because in my class EDU103 (Ms. Massie...she used to teach at PMS(really...Paducah Middle School) in Paducah), Ms. Massie humiliated me in front of the whole class.  We are supposed to observe these classes that we go to and then right out an observation.  She never really went over EXACTLY how we were supposed to do it, so I just guessed when I wrote out mine.  Yesterday, she was handing back the observations that we had turned in and went over it a little bit, saying she didn't want any assuming or opinions in our 2nd paragraph for the observation paper (1st para. is for introduction, name of school, what grade you observe, number of children, where school is located etc, 2nd para. is observation and 3rd paragraph (or last paragraph) is what you learned)...So she tells us to put NO ASSUMPTIONS OR OPINIONS in that 2nd paragraph, but THEN she goes on to say that we should be getting most of the information from this bulleted checklist that looks kind of like this:&lt;br /&gt;OBSERVATION OF CLASSROOM SETTING/CLIMAT/DISCIPLINE/STUDENT BEHAVIOR (NTS2,9 DISPOSITION 2)*The teacher provided supportive and encouraging feedback to maintain a nurturing classroom*The students appeared relaxed but excited to learn*Student and teacher exchanges created an atmosphere of respect and educational purpose*The teacher's use of praise and student feedback was motivating to students*The classroom size, furniture arrangement, bulletin boards were functional and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;And so on it goes...I got a little confused, so I raise my hand and ask her "You want us to write the observation without assumptions or opinions, right?"  And she said "yes."  I say, "ok, and you want us to also use the checklist to write this observation (which u see above)?"  She looks at me like I'm a moron and replies in that tone that also implies you are a moron "Uh, yea."  Then, I say, "well, I'm not sure I understand."  Here, she cuts me off saying, "What's to not understand??"...again, acting like she just couldnt believe I had a question.  Then I say "Well, you see, to me, parts of the checklist like '*The teacher engaged students in INTERESTING and varied lessons' could be a matter of an opinion.  What I might think is interesting someone else may not..."  At this time her eyes bug out even more, the stupid look continues and she says "Well Ms Wurth!  Can't you tell when a student is interested?"  At this point I realize that I will not get anywhere with my questions...all I was wanting to know was if she wanted us to use the bulleted list OR state only the facts with no opinions...or somehow turn the list into opionless observation (by taking out words like interesting, relaxed, or excited).  And, when she asked me could I not tell if a child was interested...I wanted so badly to stand up and say, "well you obviously can't."  Everyday, most of our class (if not all) tries their very hardest NOT to fall asleep.  We pretend we are paying attention, but in reality we are not.  Being on this side of it, No, I may not be able to tell if they are really interested.  The could be focused on something behind the teacher, daydreaming...and who would know without asking them "are you interested...are you excited?"  If you don't ask, you are what?  You are ASSUMING!!!  Also, the bullet where it says "the classroom siz...blah blah blah...were functional and attractive."  Attractive?  Is this or is this not a freakin opinion word?  For instance, Brian thinks Robin is ATTRACTIVE...I dont.  SEE?  It's not a friggin' fact.  Well it didnt matter that I shut up and quit asking questions, she wasn't done with me.  She says to me "Ms. Wurth, tell me what you saw at the Elem. school"  At first I thought she was being rhetorical...meaning for me to write what I saw for my paper...But then, I realized she was calling me out in front of the whole class.  Fact was, I didn't see much...nothing she wanted to hear.  So, she asks "What did the classroom look like?"  This pissed me off because I've only told her 50 times my group never got to go into the class!!!!  So I tell her again.  Then she says, "What was the teacher like?"  I told her "I don't know, I didn't talk to her"  "not at all?"  "She told us to take the kids, get in groups, and do these activities."  and then she just kept on.  I had to bite my tongue so hard, to keep from crying...but as soon as I got outside I was bawling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110909759562775767?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110909759562775767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110909759562775767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110909759562775767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110909759562775767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/ms-massie-queen-of-pms.html' title='MS MASSIE QUEEN OF PMS'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110858644418001142</id><published>2005-02-16T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:40:44.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when you try SOOOO dang hard to be friends with someone....I mean, you ignore the fact that they have spread lies about you, and the fact that they have never really been there for you, and the fact that have said really horrible things behind your back, and the fact that they have made fun of you and MEANT it....but you try to be their friend because they act like they are sorry and you are trying to be the better person and be forgiving.  Well, this person has done it...they put something not so nice on a chatroom type board about me.  Riiiggghtt...I feel like I'm in middle school thinking about this relationship THING we got going on here.  And quite frankly...I'm tired of it.  Glad you don't read this post....but if you did...you'd know you are not invited to the wedding any more...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and get this...this "friend" actually had the nerve to make a comment about how she couldn't believe that I didnt ask her to be one of my bridesmaids....&lt;br /&gt;URGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110858644418001142?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110858644418001142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110858644418001142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110858644418001142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110858644418001142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title='HMMM'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110607005652702566</id><published>2005-01-18T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:41:17.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>multiple teeny weenies</title><content type='html'>Laila finally had her kittens 2 mondays ago...not yesterday but the week b4. She had 5 kittens but 2 died at birth (or before). So 5-2=3 kittens left. There is a gray striped one, a black one, and an orange striped one. All children of a siamese cat. It looks pretty funny. Their eyes are finally starting to open, one looks like mr. miagi. Free Kittens with your Mary Kay purchase!!!hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110607005652702566?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110607005652702566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110607005652702566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110607005652702566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110607005652702566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/multiple-teeny-weenies.html' title='multiple teeny weenies'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110514877919921910</id><published>2005-01-07T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:46:19.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by Step</title><content type='html'>Well thomas and valentino came home yesterday.  It was quite sad.  They will siton their hind legs and try there hardest not to let their front paws touch the floor.  And they look at you with those big green eyes, just pleading...Laila still hasn't had her babies yet...I tell her she needs to hurry up but I guess she can't really hear me, huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...rachel...plz email me ur phone number :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110514877919921910?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110514877919921910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110514877919921910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110514877919921910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110514877919921910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/step-by-step.html' title='Step by Step'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110486907951229486</id><published>2005-01-04T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:06:25.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/painting-castle-1_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/painting-castle-1_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110486907951229486?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110486907951229486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110486907951229486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110486907951229486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110486907951229486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110486670823093722</id><published>2005-01-04T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:25:08.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KITTY FLOCK GETS SEPERATED</title><content type='html'>Today, we took Thomas and Valentino to get declawed and neutered.  They went to a new vet and for some odd reason, I don't think they will enjoy the experience...Good news...this vet was cheaper then the one here...and when they go back to their regular vet maybe they won't be so afraid bad things will happen.  At Lone Oak Animal Clinic, they got all shaky and scared...and tried to climb up us.  It's like animals can smell pain and misery or something in that place.  So, they will get to come home Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;And we have brilliant news that Laila is pregnant.  She has been acting very odd...wanting to be a lap kitty now...maybe it's just cuz the boys are gone...So, soon there will be wee ones...1/2 siamese wee ones....anybody want dibs on them???  They will come potty trained and will have awesome personalities I can pretty much tell ya...and dont forget the cuteness...The should be here within a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110486670823093722?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110486670823093722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110486670823093722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110486670823093722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110486670823093722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/kitty-flock-gets-seperated.html' title='THE KITTY FLOCK GETS SEPERATED'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110486583129038966</id><published>2005-01-04T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:10:31.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas...</title><content type='html'>...and yes...i do realize that I did say "happy".   Christmas was rather white and snowy...and a hint of ice (as all of those paranoid "not going fast enough" drivers soon enough found out as they slid across the road in directions I did not know you could slide...and into the fateful ditch).  I was glad to have a white Christmas though.  We had a real tree this year instead of a WalMart fan decked in christmas lights.  And all we had under them were 3 cats...who were quite insistent on reaching the angel at the top...and all of the glass balls.  I decided that it wasnt because they wanted to play with the ornaments...but they simply did not agree with our choice of interior design including the placement of any and all Christmas decorations.  The tree only got tipped once and only 2 or 3 glass balls got shattered.  The did keep peeing on the Christmas tree skirt though.  So, it spent more time in the washer then under the tree, I think.  Then, on Christmas eve, we left the kitty flock and went to Steven's grandparents.  We waited for hours (it was supposed to start at noon).  Someone forgot to tell his cousins and their parents that the time had been changed...  Finally, they came and we ate MEXICAN food.  Heck yeh.  We had a very interesting round of chinese auction ( i won a vacuum ...say goodbye carpet fuzz!!!) and Steven won...what did Steven win???...oh yes, Steven one his own prize....how nice.  Then we travelled afar 30 minutes total to my parent's house, where we had a not so interesting game of chinese auction...not so interesting prolly due to the fact that the gift limit was 5 dollars...I mean...really???  Who fights over flashlights???  Nevermind, I will retract that statement/question...&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, Steven and I went to the whoa! midnight mass ...and tried our hardest to stay awake...I remember nothing as to what the priest said...but did note that the choir sucked....(and I was right there with those screaming babies...I could relate...made me wanna scream too..) and the manger scene and christmas trees sure were PURTY lookin'.   Next day, we went to my uncle's house to celebrate Christmas.  Another round of Chinese Auction...and steven ended up with some Hard Tea....(because we are all quite the alcoholics...except not)  Hard Tea...I am sad to say though...was stolen out of the bottle...not long after&lt;br /&gt;We got lots of presents, and I am now equipped with 2 brand new pairs of jeans and a 27'' TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110486583129038966?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110486583129038966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110486583129038966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110486583129038966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110486583129038966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas...'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110185178675232755</id><published>2004-11-30T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:56:26.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Update</title><content type='html'>May 27 or May 20 (2005)&lt;br /&gt;THOSE ARE THE NEW PROJECTED DATES FOR THE WEDDING...THEY ARE ON FRIDAYS...BECAUSE I WAS TOLD THAT SATURDAY, I CANT HAVE A NIGHT WEDDING AT MY CHURCH...STUFF GOING ON.  ANYWAYS, WEDDING WILL START AT 6PM.  RECEPTION (AND DANCING) FROM 7-9PM.  I STILL HAVE TO FIND OUT WHICH DATE IS BEST FOR EVERYONE...RACH ...HANHAN...CAN YOU GUYS MAKE IT EITHER OF THOSE AND WHICH DAY WOULD BE BEST???  THOSE ARE THE 2 OPTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;ASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110185178675232755?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110185178675232755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110185178675232755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110185178675232755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110185178675232755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/wedding-update.html' title='Wedding Update'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110185137155905921</id><published>2004-11-30T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:49:31.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day over and over again</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving this Year began with the rudeness of my talking alarm clock.  We watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade with an oversized SpongeBob floating in places we could not see.  Yes, yes...and then we were late...or so I was told.  My frantic Steven ran around the apartment as he tied his shoes (a magical feat that I do admire), letting me know how much his family would disapprove of us being late to the Huge Thanksgiving Dinner.  He was even so clear as to tell me that he would tell them it was my fault that we were late.  Nobody likes me cuz I can't run and tie my shoes all at once :( *sigh...Yeh, anyways...We were an hour early...that monkey lied to me.  May his snot be green. &lt;br /&gt;So, we sit and sit and sit...and then we ate.  Then, I listened to the 24 and a half conversations that were going on in one room.  The room wasn't very big.  Finally I concentrated on one conversation...the one inside my head. Did to.  Did not.  Did to.  Enough!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one of Steven's uncles tackeled his very own daughter (as they cursed at each other...she's 12 or 14)  ...reminded me of Discovery Channel...when the parent eats their young.&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30 or so (pm) we left.  It took us an hour to leave.  I'd get up, he'd sit back down...I'd sit back down...and so it went. &lt;br /&gt;We went to Paducah to sleep at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;At 4am I remembered where I was and I think I  broke the alarm clock...apparantly they aren't supposed to fly ...into walls, at that.  So, I get up finally around 4;30...  took a quick shower to wake up and dragged Steven off the mattress which was on the floor....we were going shopping...and we did indeed.  We weaved in and out of people at Walmart, waving back when they waved their fists...and foamed at the mouth.  We were out in about 10 minutes.  I think that was the fastest trip I've made in and out of Walmart and actually bought something.  Then, we walked around Linens n things for 30 minutes, trying to keep warm while we waited for Old Navy to open up.  Finally we had 5 min left and we joined about 20 other people waiting for the doors to open, listening to people come up with strategies and game plans for their shopping moves.  Steve and I grabbed what we came for as he tried on 3 of the same jacket.  Then we left.  We were going to go back to sleep, so we changed into pjs...then my parents got up.  I went to explain that he needed to keep mother away from the Buick's trunk if he knew what was good for him.  No rest for the weary.  Then, I went to Grandma W's across the yard...to help her decorate her tree and to show her how easy it was to use cleanser and moisturizer...she bought some.  Then, around 12 noon, Steven woke up and we helped mom decorate the dock.  After we had it half way done...she decides 3 lights were out so we needed to restring it all.....okay maybe more than 3...but still!  Saturday, I had my 4th Thanksgiving Dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110185137155905921?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110185137155905921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110185137155905921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110185137155905921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110185137155905921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-day-over-and-over-again.html' title='Thanksgiving Day over and over again'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110185135980047179</id><published>2004-11-30T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:49:19.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day over and over again</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving this Year began with the rudeness of my talking alarm clock.  We watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade with an oversized SpongeBob floating in places we could not see.  Yes, yes...and then we were late...or so I was told.  My frantic Steven ran around the apartment as he tied his shoes (a magical feat that I do admire), letting me know how much his family would disapprove of us being late to the Huge Thanksgiving Dinner.  He was even so clear as to tell me that he would tell them it was my fault that we were late.  Nobody likes me cuz I can't run and tie my shoes all at once :( *sigh...Yeh, anyways...We were an hour early...that monkey lied to me.  May his snot be green. &lt;br /&gt;So, we sit and sit and sit...and then we ate.  Then, I listened to the 24 and a half conversations that were going on in one room.  The room wasn't very big.  Finally I concentrated on one conversation...the one inside my head. Did to.  Did not.  Did to.  Enough!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one of Steven's uncles tackeled his very own daughter (as they cursed at each other...she's 12 or 14)  ...reminded me of Discovery Channel...when the parent eats their young.&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30 or so (pm) we left.  It took us an hour to leave.  I'd get up, he'd sit back down...I'd sit back down...and so it went. &lt;br /&gt;We went to Paducah to sleep at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;At 4am I remembered where I was and I think I  broke the alarm clock...apparantly they aren't supposed to fly ...into walls, at that.  So, I get up finally around 4;30...  took a quick shower to wake up and dragged Steven off the mattress which was on the floor....we were going shopping...and we did indeed.  We weaved in and out of people at Walmart, waving back when they waved their fists...and foamed at the mouth.  We were out in about 10 minutes.  I think that was the fastest trip I've made in and out of Walmart and actually bought something.  Then, we walked around Linens n things for 30 minutes, trying to keep warm while we waited for Old Navy to open up.  Finally we had 5 min left and we joined about 20 other people waiting for the doors to open, listening to people come up with strategies and game plans for their shopping moves.  Steve and I grabbed what we came for as he tried on 3 of the same jacket.  Then we left.  We were going to go back to sleep, so we changed into pjs...then my parents got up.  I went to explain that he needed to keep mother away from the Buick's trunk if he knew what was good for him.  No rest for the weary.  Then, I went to Grandma W's across the yard...to help her decorate her tree and to show her how easy it was to use cleanser and moisturizer...she bought some.  Then, around 12 noon, Steven woke up and we helped mom decorate the dock.  After we had it half way done...she decides 3 lights were out so we needed to restring it all.....okay maybe more than 3...but still!  Saturday, I had my 4th Thanksgiving Dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110185135980047179?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110185135980047179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110185135980047179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110185135980047179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110185135980047179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-day-over-and-over-again_30.html' title='Thanksgiving Day over and over again'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-110090642976334420</id><published>2004-11-19T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T17:20:29.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busier than the birds and the bees...</title><content type='html'>Lately things have been uber busy.  I finished my 30 faces in 30 days...and in the meantime here are some things that I have learned.  One of the people I used for my 30 faces was Deborah, who I guess I consider one of my best things.  Spending time with her again was a real eye opener.  I'm really excited about doing my Mary Kay business and while I'm handing her the makeup, all she does is act stupid and make fun of everything...I mean EVERYTHING!!  Then, she started going nuts with the makeup...drawing black circles under her eyes and around them...making her mouth look like a clowns...I was a little bit pissed to say the least because she was badmouthing the stuff (before she even put it on...its one thing if she tried a product and didnt like it...) and then wasting it...  And that all made me start thinking about how she makes me feel a lot of the times in general...which isn't good.  I decided she's very manipulative...the end.  I also learned that pink and blue eyeshadow looks really cool together!!!  I wore it today and it looks swell...meaning good, not that my eyes are swelling...i promise.  I'm getting random orders here and there from ppl I dont know...its kinda neat.  I've learned that ....no really, I can't think of what else I've learned.  I can't wait til Tuesday...no school til Monday again!!  yay!  Time to eat TURKEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-110090642976334420?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110090642976334420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=110090642976334420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110090642976334420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/110090642976334420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/busier-than-birds-and-bees.html' title='Busier than the birds and the bees...'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109908724847127812</id><published>2004-10-29T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:00:48.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Faces in 30 Days</title><content type='html'>Well I got my kit and my challenge started 6 days ago.  So, I have done 4 faces so far.  This leaves me with 24 days left.  I have an appointment on Tuesday!  Heck yeh!  I have 2 appts actually on Tuesday.  I also just put in over 3700 dollars worth of inventory order.  And, guess what... I just got my first order today!  Woopty woop!  I must say a very Belated Birthday to Miss Rachel....  I miss all of you guys so much...and I don't understand something...I emailed the guys at Berea and nobody wants to email me back :(  It makes me muy sad :(  Anyways...that is pretty much all that is new&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109908724847127812?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109908724847127812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109908724847127812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109908724847127812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109908724847127812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/30-faces-in-30-days.html' title='30 Faces in 30 Days'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109839311257844695</id><published>2004-10-21T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:11:52.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Cadillacs</title><content type='html'>Very recently, I became a MaryKay independent Beauty Consultant.  (that sure is a long title.)  I am waiting on my kit to arrive (should be tomorrow)...it will be so much fun!  Imagine...putting on makeup (on yourself and others...then selling it) for a living...and being paid lots...and then getting diamond rings and pink cadillacs for the heck of it....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they are in their right mind...giving all of this away...but, hey...I'm in!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited, actually.  And hey, maybe hanhan and rachel and hil will let me draw on their faces!!!  That would be uber fun.  I have to do 30 faces in 30 days...its my challenge.  I get a pin if I do it...and another challenge...which will have a bigger prize...and so on and so on.  But, think...any company that offers PINK cadillacs HAS to be the business for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109839311257844695?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109839311257844695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109839311257844695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109839311257844695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109839311257844695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/pink-cadillacs.html' title='Pink Cadillacs'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109839190962135722</id><published>2004-10-21T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:51:49.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warriors of God</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes...that's it...Warriors of God.  This is the title of a novel...or book...by James Reston the second...haha, no really James Reston, Jr. he likes to be called.  Yes I have to "read" this book for World Civ class and then do a literary analysis.  (Read:  meaning looking it up on the internet to create my analysis)..I read some of it...over half of it...thing is, it sucks.  It's about the Crusades, and as interesting as I'm sure that is for some....his mere playing switcheroo every other chapter with many different characters is a bit confusing for me.  I have read over half the book and still do not know what his thesis is...I do however, have the summary written down.  It goes like this :  James Reston, Jr. is stupid.  (Yeh, I think that about sums it up).  So, if anyone has read that silly little book and knows what the thesis is, please clue me in.  Amazon.com won't tell me.  It's due Nov. 2...the paper and all.  Papers for World Civ class?  What the crap!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109839190962135722?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109839190962135722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109839190962135722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109839190962135722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109839190962135722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/warriors-of-god.html' title='Warriors of God'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109692634228296664</id><published>2004-10-04T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:45:42.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TALE OF THE DRIPPY NOSE</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes...I am sick.  Woot.  I skipped my 2 morning classes this morning and couldn't get out of bed.  Oh the joy.  My nose is runny and sneezy, I've got hot flashes, a headache, an earache, I'm dizzy, and my body aches.  So, any of you aspiring doctors...or thinkyouknowitalls, please please...tell me...what is this beast within me?  And how do I cure meself?  (I mispelled that on purpose.)  I'm going to lie down now.  Have a jolly good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109692634228296664?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109692634228296664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109692634228296664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692634228296664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692634228296664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/tale-of-drippy-nose.html' title='THE TALE OF THE DRIPPY NOSE'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109692596905678191</id><published>2004-10-04T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:39:29.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snort Snort</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Steven and I went to Paducah to go to my grandfather's 5th annual Bluegrass Country Festival.  yeehaw!  Free food, Free admission, Free prizes, Free drinks, Free show of fireworks, and Free !  There were country and gospel bands mostly.  A little bluegrass but not as much this year compared to the last 4.   There was also a bonfire and hot chocolate and coffee later.   It was mucho fun.  :)  Cold, but fun!                 &lt;br /&gt;   While we were in that area, Steven and I decided to visit Deborah (my jolly good friend) and Franky (her lovely husband) and of course their new and beautiful addition to their family...Halle Nicole.  I think she is the cutest baby ever!  Deb and I talked and Steven played with Halle.  Then he got to hold her!  (It was his first time to hold a baby.)  He fed her and danced with her.  It was so cute!  I love my Steven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109692596905678191?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109692596905678191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109692596905678191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692596905678191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692596905678191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/snort-snort.html' title='Snort Snort'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109692529290407558</id><published>2004-10-04T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:33:32.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Halle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Halle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109692529290407558?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109692529290407558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109692529290407558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692529290407558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692529290407558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/halle-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109692542175045964</id><published>2004-10-04T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:30:21.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Halle2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Halle2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle Again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109692542175045964?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109692542175045964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109692542175045964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692542175045964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692542175045964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/halle-again.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109692535432375186</id><published>2004-10-04T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:29:14.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Halle3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Halle3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And Again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109692535432375186?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109692535432375186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109692535432375186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692535432375186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109692535432375186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109666473194853478</id><published>2004-10-01T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:09:02.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblings of a ME</title><content type='html'>I went to Spanish class and took the test. It was quite interesting. I'm afraid to say what I think I made as I am not really sure. If I KNEW how I did...it would mean that I KNOW that I KNOW all of the answers and that would either make me really really smart...or just really really conceited. So for the general concern of the great public, I shall just remain uncertain. And it shall be fun and reckless in my head.&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home from my class, I ended up behind this silver van. Whoever was driving had absolute no patience. They were driving away from town (so they weren't late for work) so my best guess is they like to play chicken with other drivers. Yes, this person absolutely refused to be stopped behind someone who wished to wait to turn left. This was below them apparently (to wait either for their turn OR at red lights). I saw this van go around the car in front of them (who was waiting to turn left), get into the right turning lane and then continue to go straight ahead. I continued to follow them, as it is the way I travel back to my humble abode...and at another stoplight, where the car was waiting to turn left, this vanperson actually went to the right, around the person in front of them...off the road, swerved in and out of the grass, back onto the road and continued happily across the intersection. This reminds me of 2 nights ago when Steven was driving us (he and I) back from this thing (yes that is what we shall call it) and we were driving the speed limit ...25mph... All of a sudden, this huge red truck pulled off of a road and started barrelling down our lane right towards us (there were cars in the other lane) . I thoroughly believe now, that some people are just freakin nuts. Or drunk. Either way, playing chicken with a truck (whose driver could be very possibly drunk) that was bigger and going a lot faster than 30 mph was just not my ideal pastime. As it was, Steven was able to stop my car in the middle of the road, with the protesting of its tires which probably shedded a whole layer that night. Great. It makes me wonder what this world has come to. We can no longer be patient enough to wait for 1 extra minute for our turn to go at an intersection. We would rather chance our own lives and the lives of many others than wait for a few cars to pass so that we can get in the right lane. I just don't understand what could be so important that patience just won't do. Crazy mad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109666473194853478?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109666473194853478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109666473194853478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109666473194853478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109666473194853478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/ramblings-of-me.html' title='The Ramblings of a ME'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109666367733262474</id><published>2004-10-01T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:50:15.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 4px solid; 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Right.  So, yesterday, I would clean up some, lay down for 5 min and clean and lay down and so on...I finally figured it out...It was a mixture of indigestion and low sugar.  I ate a turkey and jalapeno roll up.  Which only consisted of those two things!  It was very wonderful but then the jalapenos gave me indigestion...which just made me feel like i was going to throw up and so I took some tums.  After that, I felt a little better but I was really shaky, so I pretty much guessed it was sugar.  Who wouldve guessed that jalapenos and turkey didn't have many carbs?  Not me.  Darned the Luck.  So I set off to the cabinet and fridge to find something loaded with carbs...and I found a croissant pocket in the freezer.  Then I ate it.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;    My World Civ. prof. handed back my test today and I made a 94.  I still think he graded it wrong cuz I expected a C or so...or B...not A.  I'm not complaining.  And soon, like now, I will be getting my rump into this b-e-a-u-tiful grayish Buick and drinking meeself to la clase de espanol.  Yay!  My first test (not counting quizzes).  yay.  Scary Scary man with crazy red pen!  I wish I had a cute picture of a lamb but I do not...maybe I will take a picture of my test for you though.  And then maybe anyone who takes this class will know the first page's answers!  Or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109665632095322814?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109665632095322814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109665632095322814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109665632095322814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109665632095322814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/espanol-and-such.html' title='Espanol and the such'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109616571351859351</id><published>2004-09-25T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:28:33.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>depleting the source of freedom</title><content type='html'>The other day, Steven's brother, Ryan, was told that he would be deployed on December 19.  During the two weeks before that, he'll be getting ready, doing all kinds of military stuff.  Meaning...he won't even get to spend time with his family the 2 weeks before he has to be sent off.  You would think that they could at least wait until after Christmas to send them over!  Why would you make them spend Christmas overseas, without there families...send them over RIGHT before Christmas?  I don't understand...  And when I think about all this, I get scared.  I'm so afraid that Steven will be deployed...and if he were, I think I'd just break.  I really do.  I don't even want to imagine....  Some people say that if Bush would have never started this, we'd be fighting this war in America...in our own backyards....and some say that this war is totally unnecessary...that he should've just gone after who he was looking for and taken care of the weapons of mass destruction.  I don't care.  I just want it all to stop.  I heard on the news the other day how this guy from the US...a soldier...was decapitated over there...Enough is enough.  I think this is all getting out of hand.  And, from one source...I heard that this war will probably last until we are all about 50.  They are even deploying those who are inactive military!!!  It's so not fair.  Maybe Americans should just fly to the moon and we can live there for a while.  If only.  Or, we could fly Iraq and Iran to the moon.  Leave them all there.  We aren't killing them but it would definitely make things easier here.  And, China could quit killing baby girls cuz it'd have more room over there...We could just give them that land....You know, all of the other countries agree to it...sounds grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109616571351859351?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109616571351859351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109616571351859351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109616571351859351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109616571351859351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/depleting-source-of-freedom.html' title='depleting the source of freedom'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109614206744785888</id><published>2004-09-25T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:54:27.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tie Dyed Grass</title><content type='html'>     It's really odd you know...the apartments that we live in are in a bunch of little rows, going this way and that...There are tufts of imaginary grass here and there...but mostly dirt...To our right, there WERE about 4-5 puppies...when I say puppies, I mean big lab kind of puppies...BIG puppies...like grown med. sized dog size...haha...anyways...there WERE 4-5 of these in a pen behind this one apartment.  But they seem to have disappeared.  There was a policeman here the other day just staring at them...I figured maybe he got lost and decided he wanted to eat a puppy...or at least buy one.  But, it seems to me...he ate them all.  Maybe its considered inhumane (well, I mean by law...duh its not nice to cram 5 dogs into a little cage built for 1) and they got in trouble...or maybe someone complained about the noise.  Maybe its aliens.&lt;br /&gt;     The landlord and his lady are building new apartments right in front of ours....I didn't know it was possible but they are doing it...Now there are young guys on the roof of it, and they make a lot of racket...which seem to get louder when you walk outside to take things to the trash.  So, I generally keep my head down and speed walk the 15 ft to the trashcan and then back. &lt;br /&gt;    I met my mom and brother today in mayfield and she gave me some stuff so that I can eat.  Yay.  I love mommy.  woohoo.  My brother kept trying to trip me and he kept doing this retarded laugh that was like Huhuhuhuhu in this deep stupid voice....I couldn't quit laughing.&lt;br /&gt;    Steven left for the weekend....for military stuff....he said if he told me, he'd have to kill me....except I already know anyways...Tomorrow, is the St. Leo picnic which should be quite an interesting thing.  My parents are coming up and we will go to church together...and then, after that.. I shall hold a youth group mtg at 7pm for the high schoolers...we are going to watch a movie.  Joan of Arc...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109614206744785888?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109614206744785888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109614206744785888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109614206744785888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109614206744785888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/tie-dyed-grass.html' title='Tie Dyed Grass'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109544264826736293</id><published>2004-09-17T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T12:37:28.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume attack</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up at 4:30am.  Wide awake, couldn't go back to sleep.  So, I turned over and Steven was still asleep.  I decided he'd look cute with my eye mask on and so...well...I put it on.  I'm not sure if he woke up to the eyemask being secured to his head or to my intense giggling.  He wasn't mad that I woke him up so early...fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about fall.  As I walk the 30 miles across campus, I remember Berea.  I remember my good buddies and my satanic...i mean, nice roommate.  I remember when Hannah had Rach and me spin in circles...she said it was for photography class but I think she just wanted to see us throw up and fall face first.  I almost did the latter.  I remember WalMart trips...even our little mailboxes.  There were some great times there...I kind of wish I could import you guys over here.  Move some of the cool teachers I had...I'll keep my apt. though...no need to move the dorms ...even the one's at Murray are supposed to be nicer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at a table in one of the buildings, reading and just generally thinking...I decided to put on some perfume...its one of those sample sizes of clinique...not the tubes but the regular kind.  Any ways...I apparently didn't aim good because I sprayed myself square in the eye...Go me...So, it looked like I was crying out of one eye...yes, yes...I know...shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Theatre class and Spanish class in about an hour.  Yay fun.  There is a quiz today in Spanish and I haven't even memorized all of the vocabulary for today.  Darn.  Someone is knocking at my door...should I answer it?  Glad I did...it was fundraising stuff for my youth group...I would've hated to have had to go to the Post Office to pick that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109544264826736293?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109544264826736293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109544264826736293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109544264826736293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109544264826736293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/perfume-attack.html' title='Perfume attack'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109534918811246898</id><published>2004-09-16T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T10:39:48.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime craziness</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was lying in bed thinking about weddings and wedding stuff.  I was kind of sad because right now I can't even buy a dress....I can't even afford one of the oogly ones, much less that beautiful that I saw at David's Bridals.  I was just hoping for a normal wedding...Id on't even care if I have it outside anymore...I just wish I could have a normal wedding with Steven, a dress, flowers, my family, and friends.  I don't think anyone really takes us seriously at all.  We registered at Linens and Things (which you can look at on the internet, too).  Everyone I know has had an engagement/bridal parties...but unfortunately you can't throw them for yourselves...guess it wouldn't be fun to throw it for myself anyways...I just wish...i don't know...I just wish we were taken seriously.  Because even if we have to get married in Jeans....we are getting married on June 4, 2005...even if we are the only 2 there with the priest.  But hell, if that's going to be, we might as well get married this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109534918811246898?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109534918811246898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109534918811246898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109534918811246898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109534918811246898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/bedtime-craziness.html' title='bedtime craziness'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109534869012252981</id><published>2004-09-16T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T10:31:30.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inside out cows</title><content type='html'>      And so it begins...&lt;br /&gt;Recently I started a high school youth group for the only local Catholic Church around here...St. Leo.  We've had 2 meetings and they are pretty pumped...as am I.  We are going to start fundraising soon because we are going to try to go to Germany for World Youth Day (WYD) to see the Pope.  Yeh, it costs like 2850...that's dollars...and you weren't mistaken...there are no decimal points in that....  to go.  &lt;br /&gt;Also, Steven just became the official webmaster for the Newman House Group...which is like a college aged youth group.  I think the part of that he's most excited about is he gets an official nametag.  He was pretty heartbroken when he learned that the nametag stays in the Newman House which meant he couldn't wear it even to bed.  Darn the luck.  They said they'd make me Secretary of something.....just because I'm looking stuff up for them.  We started going once a week to the Newman House because every Wednesday they cook us all (anyone who wants to come) a home cooked FREE meal...and it's always good and you get to eat as much as you like.  Yum.  It's fun times.  Tomorrow, I have to help price things for our first fundraiser...a yard sale.  My mom is going to see if she has anything she wants to get rid of...And Friday is the yard sale.  NH is also talking about going to WYD and Jamaica, too.  Jamaica...for a mission trip.  It should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109534869012252981?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109534869012252981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109534869012252981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109534869012252981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109534869012252981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/inside-out-cows.html' title='inside out cows'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109441750173797915</id><published>2004-09-05T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T15:51:41.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle Slurping</title><content type='html'>This morning, I didn't wake up until 9:14 am!!  Can you believe that?  That is the longest that I have slept in in a very long time.  Craziness.  It was awesome....even if I did miss Mass.  (Lucky for me, Catholics have Mass every day of the week...)  Steven and I were looking in the freezer....assessing our future meals...or the lack thereof...  Yeh, we decided that with this month's earnings, we could spend a total of about 40 dollars all together (2 cars) to fill up on gas for our cars.  Leaving a total of 0 dollars in our little joint acct.  Meaning, we will have to make do with things we already have...and eat smaller portions so they last.  So, today, I dusted off the year old can of chicken noodle soup, used a small nail and hammer from the junk drawer and pried open the top.  I set that little can into a pot and boiled away.  Unfortunately the can melted in my soup.  (I think the landlord needs to fix the stove...)  I ate it anyway...  I'm low in iron.&lt;br /&gt;Was...&lt;br /&gt;No, but we really did eat nasty soup...but, I bet it tastes better than foodservice.  At least I wasn't eating Ramen Noodles or Instant Lunch soup, which is more than I can say for my Steven.  Not to fret though, this consumation of nasty liquids for a meal will be abandoned at 6pm tonight as we indulge our angry bellys in steaks, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese.  And as we eat, we shall watch a movie very loudly, in part because I'm deaf and in part because it's kind of fun to piss your conservative neighbors off.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109441750173797915?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109441750173797915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109441750173797915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109441750173797915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109441750173797915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/noodle-slurping.html' title='Noodle Slurping'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109441925133265191</id><published>2004-09-05T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:20:51.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Thomas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Thomas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Thomas Albert Edison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109441925133265191?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109441925133265191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109441925133265191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109441925133265191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109441925133265191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-thomas-albert-edison.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109441886040758297</id><published>2004-09-05T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:14:20.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/steveandash.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/steveandash.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven and Ashley  2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109441886040758297?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109441886040758297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109441886040758297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109441886040758297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109441886040758297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/steven-and-ashley-2004me.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431537912752663</id><published>2004-09-04T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:30:23.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture%20015.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109431537912752663?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431537912752663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431537912752663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431537912752663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431537912752663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/swimming-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431475796968853</id><published>2004-09-04T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:31:50.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest addition to my "kitty flock" (RR)...Laila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;me&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/8198158-109431475796968853?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431475796968853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431475796968853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431475796968853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431475796968853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/newest-addition-to-my-kitty-flock-rr.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431498506793554</id><published>2004-09-04T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:28:21.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;me&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/8198158-109431498506793554?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431498506793554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431498506793554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431498506793554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431498506793554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/laila-me.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431491982683554</id><published>2004-09-04T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:32:26.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109431491982683554?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431491982683554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431491982683554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431491982683554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431491982683554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/thomas-again.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431450064601064</id><published>2004-09-04T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:16:27.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Albert Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;me&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/8198158-109431450064601064?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431450064601064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431450064601064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431450064601064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431450064601064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/thomas-albert-edison.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431418189758850</id><published>2004-09-04T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:12:33.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Valentino. Valentino Ignatius Pope (VIP) to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;me&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/8198158-109431418189758850?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431418189758850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431418189758850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431418189758850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431418189758850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-valentino.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431377027028492</id><published>2004-09-04T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:05:07.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMEME</title><content type='html'>For some of you (*cough cough--Rachel) who um don't remember what I look like (*sniff) , here are a few recent pictures. Rachel, I'm hurt, I really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109431377027028492?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431377027028492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431377027028492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431377027028492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431377027028492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/mememe.html' title='MEMEME'/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431400209477141</id><published>2004-09-04T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:06:42.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109431400209477141?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431400209477141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431400209477141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431400209477141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431400209477141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-againme.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431369058418390</id><published>2004-09-04T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T11:01:30.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/640/P8160015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1617/320/P8160015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109431369058418390?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431369058418390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431369058418390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431369058418390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431369058418390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/meme.html' title=''/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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-8198158.post-109431163176940745</id><published>2004-09-04T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T10:27:11.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidday </title><content type='html'>APPARENTLY I can't post a comment on HanHan and Racharoo's site (&lt;a href="http://biglots.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://biglots.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) until I get my own thingamajig here.  Communists.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198158-109431163176940745?l=giraffehickeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109431163176940745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8198158&amp;postID=109431163176940745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431163176940745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198158/posts/default/109431163176940745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffehickeys.blogspot.com/2004/09/hidday.html' title='Hidday '/><author><name>princess moo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14906905877047317361</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></feed>
