<?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-4315142078022547889</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:27.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Songs by the Seashore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-6800030988013373504</id><published>2008-10-12T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:42:02.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SPJvAyiv3zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HkqiGMqWrJg/s1600-h/IMG_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SPJvAyiv3zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HkqiGMqWrJg/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256385774452989746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'PrimaSans BT,Verdana,sans-serif';"&gt;My sister found an adorable, loving, well mannered, 8 week old Dachshund puppy on Saturday. He was abandoned and almost starving, and we are trying to find him a good home. He REALLY loves to be around people and we are looking for someone who can give him the time and attention he needs. He's had his first shots and de-worming, so he is ready to go! The best part is he's FREE! If you know of anyone who might be interested in providing him with a good home let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-6800030988013373504?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/6800030988013373504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=6800030988013373504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6800030988013373504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6800030988013373504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppy-for-sale.html' title='Puppy for sale!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SPJvAyiv3zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HkqiGMqWrJg/s72-c/IMG_1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-7601126774101833308</id><published>2008-08-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:48:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it look like I was born yesterday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SLcrL-T8hxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_GsOd__pd3A/s1600-h/boy+peeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SLcrL-T8hxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_GsOd__pd3A/s320/boy+peeing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239704176174073618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the scenario: I open the door to the bathroom in my class to check on the little boy who had been in there for five minutes. He is standing up fully clothed and I notice there is a large wad of toilet paper in the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What is that toilet paper doing in the corner?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "I am cleaning up a mess."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "The wall is leaking."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you pee in the corner?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Well...maybe a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to kindergarteners it looks like I was born yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-7601126774101833308?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/7601126774101833308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=7601126774101833308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7601126774101833308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7601126774101833308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-it-look-like-i-was-born-yesterday.html' title='Does it look like I was born yesterday?'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SLcrL-T8hxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_GsOd__pd3A/s72-c/boy+peeing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-7986275931388440274</id><published>2008-08-21T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:19:36.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First  Day of Kindergarten Quote #1</title><content type='html'>Miss. O'Neal, is it tomorrow yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-7986275931388440274?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/7986275931388440274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=7986275931388440274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7986275931388440274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7986275931388440274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-kindergarten-quote-1.html' title='First  Day of Kindergarten Quote #1'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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-4315142078022547889.post-4442949317829506913</id><published>2008-05-14T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:36:54.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pslam 23</title><content type='html'>So, I'm a sucker for cute kids, but this one tops the chart! Greenhouse people, you will enjoy this the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=9e7c4b40cf5a13cea6ca"&gt;http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=9e7c4b40cf5a13cea6ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-4442949317829506913?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/4442949317829506913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=4442949317829506913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/4442949317829506913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/4442949317829506913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/05/pslam-23.html' title='Pslam 23'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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-4315142078022547889.post-6741406684480511083</id><published>2008-05-13T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:08:47.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We The Jury...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SCpJh9Qv4cI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TGi3CDfstd4/s1600-h/jury.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SCpJh9Qv4cI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TGi3CDfstd4/s320/jury.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200049567481979330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was called to jury today for the first time. At first I was dreading my "call of duty", but it was actually a great learning experience. It was kind of like watching a movie. There were tears, yelling, "I object your honor!", odd turns in the case, etc. However, during the excitement of it all, I found myself thinking of the meaning of justice and judgement. I pondered questions like, "What does justice really mean to me?" and "Do I have the right to determine someone else's fate?" I really think every person should have the chance to serve on a jury at some point in their lifetime. It really is a neat/unique experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-6741406684480511083?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/6741406684480511083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=6741406684480511083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6741406684480511083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6741406684480511083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-jury.html' title='We The Jury...'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SCpJh9Qv4cI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TGi3CDfstd4/s72-c/jury.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-3602525731883989001</id><published>2008-04-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:19:26.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Root Canal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SBDrNsX2eUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4fW0HQyLhw4/s1600-h/rootcanal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SBDrNsX2eUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4fW0HQyLhw4/s320/rootcanal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192908990840207682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who have been following me during my "injured tooth" journey, I ended up having a root canal yesterday. I was extremely nervous, but overall, it really wasn't that bad. So, for those of you who prayed for said "injured tooth", thank you very much...your prayers were felt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-3602525731883989001?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/3602525731883989001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=3602525731883989001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/3602525731883989001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/3602525731883989001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/04/root-canal.html' title='Root Canal'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SBDrNsX2eUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4fW0HQyLhw4/s72-c/rootcanal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-6104293420977490333</id><published>2008-04-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:13:05.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that about??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SAieSal8XZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4nBsFEy4Sqo/s1600-h/quarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SAieSal8XZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4nBsFEy4Sqo/s200/quarter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190572609757797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get crazy urges to do something totally random? Like, pull a fire alarm, or talk on the loud speaker at Walmart when no body is looking? Well, this morning I had the urge to swallow a quarter. What's that about??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-6104293420977490333?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/6104293420977490333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=6104293420977490333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6104293420977490333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6104293420977490333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-that-about.html' title='What&apos;s that about??'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/SAieSal8XZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4nBsFEy4Sqo/s72-c/quarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-3186260915951311841</id><published>2008-03-04T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:02:49.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gennie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R81kSeocHTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-rSzFps-cA/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R81kSeocHTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-rSzFps-cA/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173901815541669170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Gennie! Shout it from the roof tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-3186260915951311841?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/3186260915951311841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=3186260915951311841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/3186260915951311841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/3186260915951311841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-gennie.html' title='Happy Birthday Gennie!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R81kSeocHTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p-rSzFps-cA/s72-c/IMG_0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-559447007379819209</id><published>2008-02-22T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:29:40.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R78ill0SmgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_QRK1UdU-W8/s1600-h/frustrated+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R78ill0SmgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_QRK1UdU-W8/s320/frustrated+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169888926446557698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture sums up how I feel about incompetent people, particularly teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-559447007379819209?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/559447007379819209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=559447007379819209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/559447007379819209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/559447007379819209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/02/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R78ill0SmgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_QRK1UdU-W8/s72-c/frustrated+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-7296670794470962062</id><published>2008-02-21T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:43:53.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently that really does happen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R724Sl0SmeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aUYx-gd2rh0/s1600-h/22210083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R724Sl0SmeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aUYx-gd2rh0/s320/22210083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169490576819788258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at Washington Elementary School today doing my observation, when I walked through a door frame and POP!...the heel of my high heel broke off. I didn't know it could actually happen; I thought it was only in the movies...apparently I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-7296670794470962062?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/7296670794470962062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=7296670794470962062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7296670794470962062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7296670794470962062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2008/02/apparently-that-really-does-happen.html' title='Apparently that really does happen!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R724Sl0SmeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aUYx-gd2rh0/s72-c/22210083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-2563760401642895174</id><published>2007-12-02T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:30:59.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They just don't make kid's shows like they used to!</title><content type='html'>Gennie's post got me thinking about my favorite TV shows when I was little and I came up with my top eight favorite shows. Man, I wish these were still on the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order of significance:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dumbo's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFIzXz2HBzo"&gt;Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zoobilee &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lwloqSvtno&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Under the Umbrella &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFmqmP_ibok&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fraggle &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSDeoO-j3G0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eureka's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NB4B4lqTChk"&gt;Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. David the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAphcvZaS8I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Gnome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMFKf1s6USM"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Rocko's Modern &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1iOyYzVmlg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I loved these shows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-2563760401642895174?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/2563760401642895174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=2563760401642895174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/2563760401642895174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/2563760401642895174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-just-dont-make-kids-shows-like.html' title='They just don&apos;t make kid&apos;s shows like they used to!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-8847507870098901121</id><published>2007-11-29T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:30:52.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dear Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072F14ATKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZgvQWrsGbU/s1600-h/Bri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072F14ATKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZgvQWrsGbU/s320/Bri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138314805098073250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my other half (pun intended):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072YV4ATLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YrXUVe0uWrY/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072YV4ATLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YrXUVe0uWrY/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138315122925653170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my partner in crime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072_F4ATMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZhOYPqoZCQQ/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072_F4ATMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZhOYPqoZCQQ/s320/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138315788645584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-8847507870098901121?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/8847507870098901121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=8847507870098901121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/8847507870098901121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/8847507870098901121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-dear-friend.html' title='Happy Birthday Dear Friend!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/R072F14ATKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZgvQWrsGbU/s72-c/Bri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-6282026320952519381</id><published>2007-11-14T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:35:49.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, these are the cutest kids....EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;NR=1"&gt;Charlie &lt;/a&gt;bit my finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9yAkBSrMk0&amp;feature=related"&gt;Buhlud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_zK2apRHI4&amp;NR=1"&gt;Kick &lt;/a&gt;his ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jG5rQ3D_Zrw&amp;feature=related"&gt;Justin &lt;/a&gt;Jones as a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-6282026320952519381?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/6282026320952519381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=6282026320952519381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6282026320952519381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/6282026320952519381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-these-are-cutest-kidsever.html' title='Um, these are the cutest kids....EVER!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-9123000639798734827</id><published>2007-11-13T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:25:21.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RzpqF9vvnqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TjIaptrqI7I/s1600-h/Dancers_at_the_Barre_1900-1905.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RzpqF9vvnqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TjIaptrqI7I/s320/Dancers_at_the_Barre_1900-1905.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132531376048807586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem, and I like this painting; neither are related, I just thought I'd share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb, who made thee?&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou know who made thee?&lt;br /&gt;Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,&lt;br /&gt;By the stream and o'er the mead;&lt;br /&gt;Gave thee clothing of delight,&lt;br /&gt;Softest clothing, wooly, bright;&lt;br /&gt;Gave thee such a tender voice,&lt;br /&gt;Making all the vales rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb, who made thee?&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou know who made thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb, I'll tell thee!&lt;br /&gt;He is called by thy name,&lt;br /&gt;For He calls Himself a Lamb:&lt;br /&gt;He is meek, and He is mild;&lt;br /&gt;He became a little child:&lt;br /&gt;I a child, and thou a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;We are called by His name.&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb, God bless thee.&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb, God bless thee.&lt;br /&gt;-William Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-9123000639798734827?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/9123000639798734827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=9123000639798734827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/9123000639798734827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/9123000639798734827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-things-i-like.html' title='Two Things I Like'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RzpqF9vvnqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TjIaptrqI7I/s72-c/Dancers_at_the_Barre_1900-1905.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-7515623497383067449</id><published>2007-10-11T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:29:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute or disturbing...I can't quite figure it out.</title><content type='html'>I went to TJ Max today, and I found myself wondering lost and confused in the lingerie section. (I have a bridal shower coming up, so I was looking for a gift.) Well, as I was looking through garments of every shape, size and color, I heard an excited small voice coming from the rack in front of me shouting, "I want the pink one; it's my favorite!" I looked around the rack to see a 7 year old boy holding up a pink thong and displaying it in front of his equally enthused younger sister.  His mother was looking hurredly through the different undergarments, while the little boy kept shouting out, "How about this one mom, I like it!", while holding up the most "scandelous" underwear he could find. Is this cute or disturbing?...I can't quite figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-7515623497383067449?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/7515623497383067449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=7515623497383067449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7515623497383067449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7515623497383067449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/10/cute-or-disturbingi-cant-quite-figure.html' title='Cute or disturbing...I can&apos;t quite figure it out.'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-1900613892885651857</id><published>2007-10-07T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:45:52.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3:10 to Yuma...boo hiss!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are thinking about going to see 3:10 to Yuma, think again. I would NOT waste my money to go see this movie, I repeat I would NOT waste my money to go see this movie. I was actually excited to see this movie. I secretly really like Western themed movies, plus Christian Bale and Russel Crowe are two really great actors...you can't go wrong right? Wrong. The movie started out good, but slowly got more cheesy and unrealistic. The ending is just dumb. So, just FYI I don't recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-1900613892885651857?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/1900613892885651857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=1900613892885651857' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/1900613892885651857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/1900613892885651857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/10/310-to-yumaboo-hiss.html' title='3:10 to Yuma...boo hiss!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-8791731445917869601</id><published>2007-10-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:08:08.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BINSWENGER!!</title><content type='html'>These are some excerpts from our girl's night extravaganza:&lt;br /&gt;Location: My car, Wilson Park, Ozark Reptile Museum Parking Lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_ATmQUI/AAAAAAAAADg/MTnC7F5aLr8/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_ATmQUI/AAAAAAAAADg/MTnC7F5aLr8/s200/IMG_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118068280525209922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emergency brake down Bike's Blue's and Bar-B-Q alley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_gTmQVI/AAAAAAAAADo/GAGV9YMisko/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_gTmQVI/AAAAAAAAADo/GAGV9YMisko/s200/IMG_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118068289115144530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gennie is so dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_gTmQWI/AAAAAAAAADw/4Sv9VCDU0fE/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_gTmQWI/AAAAAAAAADw/4Sv9VCDU0fE/s200/IMG_0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118068289115144546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the flower is giving birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_wTmQXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UnIx6oDkcL8/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_wTmQXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UnIx6oDkcL8/s200/IMG_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118068293410111858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelli is just so gosh darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcIAATmQYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YVergd34eZw/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcIAATmQYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YVergd34eZw/s200/IMG_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118068297705079170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor, innocent Gennie never saw Shelli coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A night of good food, good laughs, good pictures, and good memories. BINSWENGER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-8791731445917869601?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/8791731445917869601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=8791731445917869601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/8791731445917869601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/8791731445917869601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/10/binswenger.html' title='BINSWENGER!!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RwcH_ATmQUI/AAAAAAAAADg/MTnC7F5aLr8/s72-c/IMG_0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-2190195183785596080</id><published>2007-10-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:09:10.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have done/have happened to me since my last post.</title><content type='html'>I finished Blue Like Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;        -It's a really awesome book.  It's not one of those life-changing, spiritually meaty kind of             books, but it has really made me re-question why I believe the things I do, and it challenged         me in ways that I need to be challenged in. I highly recommend it to both males and                       females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got a job.&lt;br /&gt;        -That's right, a REAL job! For those of you who don't know, my official title is "Party Rental         Assistant". Basically, Fayetteville Athletic Club rents out their kid's play area for parties,             and I show up, get things ready, stand around, serve some cake, and clean up. Hey, I get a         free membership and tips aren't bad either. Oh yeah, and Gennie's my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw the movie &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/drivinglessons/trailer/"&gt;Driving Lessons.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        -I linked the trailer so you can go watch it yourself. It's basically a quirky British comedy             about a boy coming of age. It is super quirky, super funny, has a great cast, and has an                 awesome soundtrack. It never made to the big screen in the states, but I've been dying to             see it, and I almost peed my pants when I saw it at Movie Gallery. It's a good flick, I                     recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I started doing observations/teaching in a Special Education Classroom&lt;br /&gt;        -I'm assigned to Washington Elementary School off Maple Street. I've always                                 prayed/wondered about teaching special education, and this has been a really great                     experience to see if this is something I would like to pursue. The kids are great...I'm sure I         will have some great quotes coming soon to share with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm going to try and update more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-2190195183785596080?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/2190195183785596080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=2190195183785596080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/2190195183785596080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/2190195183785596080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-have-donehave-happened-to-me.html' title='Things I have done/have happened to me since my last post.'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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-4315142078022547889.post-7450320917243372680</id><published>2007-08-27T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:17:11.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If ya "wannabe" my lova, ya gotta git with my friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RtL4z2RTg1I/AAAAAAAAADY/1VDrL3aE5S0/s1600-h/d2b8093c92042dc2523523cb79e1506a_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RtL4z2RTg1I/AAAAAAAAADY/1VDrL3aE5S0/s200/d2b8093c92042dc2523523cb79e1506a_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103414897389306706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was looking through all of my CD's this morning, and here are a list of CD's that I am embarrassed to say I own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesse McCartney, "Beautiful Soul"&lt;br /&gt;2. Spice Girls, "Spice Girls" (Clever title)&lt;br /&gt;3. Enrique Iglesias, "Escape"&lt;br /&gt;4. Backstreet Boys, "Black &amp;amp; Blue"&lt;br /&gt;5. Reba McEntire, "Greatest Hits Volume Two"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad part is...I still enjoy some of the songs! Ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-7450320917243372680?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/7450320917243372680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=7450320917243372680' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7450320917243372680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7450320917243372680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-ya-wannabe-my-lova-ya-gotta-git-with.html' title='If ya &quot;wannabe&quot; my lova, ya gotta git with my friends!'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RtL4z2RTg1I/AAAAAAAAADY/1VDrL3aE5S0/s72-c/d2b8093c92042dc2523523cb79e1506a_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-4389917438003556649</id><published>2007-08-18T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:35:31.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random or Known Facts (Depending on who reads this)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RsfWjWRTgzI/AAAAAAAAACI/CUYllGj4-mc/s1600-h/product_liver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RsfWjWRTgzI/AAAAAAAAACI/CUYllGj4-mc/s320/product_liver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100281005782303538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go Shelli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1. I cannot dive, ski, roller blade/skate...and I never want to attempt any of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2. I have traveled to Germany, Austria, and England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3. I know all of the words to "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4. I played Madam Thenardier from Les Miserables in my high school musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5. I didn't learn to walk until I was 17 months old...my poor mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5. I was born in Kansas and lived there for 3 1/2 years, then moved to North Carolina for 3 1/2 years, moved to Minnesota and lived there for 13 years, and finally moved to Arkansas and have lived here for two years...does that add up to 22 years total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 6. When I was little, I once pooped on a rug at an oriental rug store. (My parents had me out of there quicker than you can say, "That's going to leave a mark.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 7. I really like Liverwurst (liver sausage), sardines, and boiled chicken parts i.e. the heart, liver, neck, etc. (If you'd ever like to come over for dinner, just let me know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 8. I have a secret desire to sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" at a baseball game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-4389917438003556649?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/4389917438003556649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=4389917438003556649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/4389917438003556649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/4389917438003556649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-or-known-facts-depending-on-who.html' title='Random or Known Facts (Depending on who reads this)'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RsfWjWRTgzI/AAAAAAAAACI/CUYllGj4-mc/s72-c/product_liver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-1096447908508340481</id><published>2007-08-17T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:46:00.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Troy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RsZX0WRTgyI/AAAAAAAAACA/uYqQnAoJdNc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RsZX0WRTgyI/AAAAAAAAACA/uYqQnAoJdNc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099860184886641442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was driving along this morning trying to find a plastic blow up "kid" pool. My sister and I wanted to buy a pool and then lay in it, hey, the days are hot, and times call for desperate measures.  Well, after being told that the Walmart on 6th street was sold out of kiddie pools, I attempted to drive to the Walmart by the mall.  It was hot, and by this time my hair was matted to my head, and sweat was dripping down my back soaking my shirt. As I pulled into the parking lot I heard, "thump, pud dump, thump", and immediately prayed, "Lord, please don't let that be another flat." (I had already had a flat tire a month ago.) Well, I parked the car, got out and checked the driver side tires, and then went around and checked the passenger side...and there it was...THE FLAT. Well, I called my mom...I've seen a flat changed before, but sadly I didn't know completely how to do it all by myself.  My mom arrived within 10 minutes, and we both started to assess the situation.  We hauled out the flat tire, the jack, and all the little gadgets from the trunk. We both were on our hands and knees trying to see where exactly we were supposed to place the jack under the car when we heard, "Wait ladies, stop what you're doing, I can help." A guy pulled in front of my car and hopped out. He was a smaller replica of Mr. Clean: short, completely bald, white shirt and blue jeans.  He said his name was Troy, and that he was a mechanic. I swear I almost heard the angles cry, "Hallelujah!" It was like watching one of those mechanics during the Nascar races.  What would have taken my mom and me an hour, Troy managed to change the flat in 10 minutes top! The best part was Troys humility, and joyful attitude the entire time.  I mean, the guy was drenched with sweat and dirty by the end of it all, yet he was so helpful and pleasant.  I was really blessed by Troy today.  I hope to pass on/repay the help and favor to someone else when they need it. But more importantly, I hope I do it with a joyful and sincere heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-1096447908508340481?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/1096447908508340481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=1096447908508340481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/1096447908508340481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/1096447908508340481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-troy.html' title='Thanks Troy'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RsZX0WRTgyI/AAAAAAAAACA/uYqQnAoJdNc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-3943345469984269065</id><published>2007-08-10T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:14:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Originally I Am From Atlantis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/Rr1CUifTB3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JkLji65ZHVQ/s1600-h/-560-1096163783-mainphone3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/Rr1CUifTB3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JkLji65ZHVQ/s320/-560-1096163783-mainphone3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097303273876162418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...my side hurts. Okay, so I went to school with this guy before I transfered from Winona State; he's two things: crazy, and crazy funny.  He prank calls people, and it's just genius and hilarious. If you want to laugh out loud go to this link and listen to "Bartholemuw, Son of Icarus", "Celebrity Merchandise" and "Kids for Sale". Trust me, you won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/toadthetelephoneterrorist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-3943345469984269065?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/3943345469984269065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=3943345469984269065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/3943345469984269065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/3943345469984269065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/08/originally-i-am-from-atlantis.html' title='Originally I Am From Atlantis...'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/Rr1CUifTB3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JkLji65ZHVQ/s72-c/-560-1096163783-mainphone3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-2578327894444198554</id><published>2007-08-06T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:58:42.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RrezoCfTB2I/AAAAAAAAABw/bMRmldwsHWc/s1600-h/why-i-only-get-a-haircut-once-a-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RrezoCfTB2I/AAAAAAAAABw/bMRmldwsHWc/s320/why-i-only-get-a-haircut-once-a-year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095739003837286242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pretty much sums up my latest haircut fiasco. Oh, the humor that can be found in distress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-2578327894444198554?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/2578327894444198554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=2578327894444198554' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/2578327894444198554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/2578327894444198554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/08/haircut-fiasco.html' title='Haircut Fiasco'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mbyMtf7ojNw/RrezoCfTB2I/AAAAAAAAABw/bMRmldwsHWc/s72-c/why-i-only-get-a-haircut-once-a-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315142078022547889.post-7672776375643082936</id><published>2007-08-04T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:11:14.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>I have never kept a diary, or a journal. Wait, that's a lie...when I was six I once had a little blue diary with a balloon carrying bear on the front cover.  Inside the journal on the first page, I scotch taped a newspaper clipping of a picture of Macaulay Culkin (I actually used to think we were at one point dating).  However, besides the picture of Macaulay, I pretty much wrote things in my diary like, "Today my sister hit me", or "Today I had pizza for lunch ."  With this being said, I guess I have been hesitant to create a blog, because I always felt like I never had much besides ramblings to write about.  Well, I am hesitant no more friends! Ramblings or not, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4315142078022547889-7672776375643082936?l=sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/feeds/7672776375643082936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4315142078022547889&amp;postID=7672776375643082936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7672776375643082936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4315142078022547889/posts/default/7672776375643082936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillysongsbytheseashore.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Mere O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01552160229312122024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
