<?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-9193118056356001242</id><updated>2012-01-29T06:52:53.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'>"We all want to change the world"
The beatles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1992867766817310714</id><published>2008-11-07T16:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:31:26.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TIME FOR CHANGE HAS COME</title><content type='html'>I'm not one to hide my opinions, so i'm gonna shoot you with some straight up honesty.&lt;br /&gt;I am a HUGE supporter of barack obama, and though i missed being able to vote by just three days (yup, today's my 18th b-day) I am very proud of America and the President we've chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this election has taught me a lot about the people around me, and sadly i think it has brought out the worst in some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say that America is not over its racism.  It is not okay to use a race or a religion as an insult.  whenever someone accuses obama of being an Arab or a muslim, it is only an insult to all the Arabic and islamic people living here in the united states.  It is not ok to accuse him of being a terrorist simply because of his name or the color of his skin.  It is not ok to make jokes about him being assasinated, or worse yet, wish assasination upon him.  It is not ok to call him un-american just because his father was kenyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought america was past this shameful stage in its history, but unfortunately racism is still very prevelent in our society.  If it wasn't, our new president wouldn't have to give speeches behind bullet-proof glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what your political views are, it is NOT acceptable to push this aside as if it doesn't matter.  Tuesday was a remarkable day in the history of america and i'm proud to be a part of it.  I just wish people could put their ignorance aside and appreciate it for what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the days ahead in this exciting presidancy. It may have taken time, but finally a new day has come, and i'm ready to face the changes that come with it. YES WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/08/23-End/michelle-obama-speech-democratic-national-convention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 381px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/08/23-End/michelle-obama-speech-democratic-national-convention.jpg" alt="" 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/9193118056356001242-1992867766817310714?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1992867766817310714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1992867766817310714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1992867766817310714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1992867766817310714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-one-to-hide-my-opinions-so-im.html' title='THE TIME FOR CHANGE HAS COME'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-8764694350189121356</id><published>2008-10-28T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:48:41.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's rap the vote</title><content type='html'>i saw this on cnn today and thought it was so cute.  I just have to share it with you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BiKFCcUt_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BiKFCcUt_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are so SMART!  They must have some pretty amazing teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-8764694350189121356?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8764694350189121356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=8764694350189121356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/8764694350189121356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/8764694350189121356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-rap-vote.html' title='Kid&apos;s rap the vote'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-5840823661531437283</id><published>2008-09-07T08:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:54:15.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior pictures with Kabloom Studios</title><content type='html'>in grace's skirt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb60sskYI/AAAAAAAAARs/drReVMprkCk/s1600-h/n1680720168_63280_5114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb60sskYI/AAAAAAAAARs/drReVMprkCk/s320/n1680720168_63280_5114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276194814398850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb67vx8GI/AAAAAAAAAR0/t_3Hmz7RIVo/s1600-h/n1680720168_63281_5367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb67vx8GI/AAAAAAAAAR0/t_3Hmz7RIVo/s320/n1680720168_63281_5367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276196706381922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb7HhdmrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DjB2tv8PZcY/s1600-h/n1680720168_63282_5606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb7HhdmrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DjB2tv8PZcY/s320/n1680720168_63282_5606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276199867554482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite old pair of jeans and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0B-54dI/AAAAAAAAARE/Oi2tOVQpClk/s1600-h/n1680720168_63274_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0B-54dI/AAAAAAAAARE/Oi2tOVQpClk/s320/n1680720168_63274_1772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276078121345490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0edBQhI/AAAAAAAAARM/_T27m8Xvwx8/s1600-h/n1680720168_63275_1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0edBQhI/AAAAAAAAARM/_T27m8Xvwx8/s320/n1680720168_63275_1976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276085763850770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0Ud5NTI/AAAAAAAAARU/RCGtQGpcvSY/s1600-h/n1680720168_63277_2411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0Ud5NTI/AAAAAAAAARU/RCGtQGpcvSY/s320/n1680720168_63277_2411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276083083162930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0cePVMI/AAAAAAAAARc/zik9ZgQtD5I/s1600-h/n1680720168_63278_4619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0cePVMI/AAAAAAAAARc/zik9ZgQtD5I/s320/n1680720168_63278_4619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276085232096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0p4d5PI/AAAAAAAAARk/aiDyC8tG0XA/s1600-h/n1680720168_63279_4868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb0p4d5PI/AAAAAAAAARk/aiDyC8tG0XA/s320/n1680720168_63279_4868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243276088831763698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPbotATziI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1oi0ceYH0QA/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPbotATziI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1oi0ceYH0QA/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275883511533090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;She told me to make a serious face...this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPborgNKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/r238SxycG5U/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPborgNKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/r238SxycG5U/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275883108444354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPbo1QQKFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Tu4vvRbFqc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPbo1QQKFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Tu4vvRbFqc/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275885725886546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken at the cutest little coffee shop where all the walls are a different color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPbpOf1lMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GlBgBkzoVsw/s1600-h/n1680720168_63273_1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPbpOf1lMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GlBgBkzoVsw/s320/n1680720168_63273_1548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275892502140098" 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/9193118056356001242-5840823661531437283?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5840823661531437283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=5840823661531437283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/5840823661531437283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/5840823661531437283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/09/senior-pictures-with-kabloom-studios.html' title='Senior pictures with Kabloom Studios'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPb60sskYI/AAAAAAAAARs/drReVMprkCk/s72-c/n1680720168_63280_5114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-2802479658368700588</id><published>2008-08-07T15:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:30:56.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CAMP!</title><content type='html'>the youth group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaG27gHFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ypM5dld-cVo/s1600-h/n676094103_1225482_6768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaG27gHFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ypM5dld-cVo/s320/n676094103_1225482_6768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874465991760978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future coworkers introducing me, 'the new girl'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaHAxPC_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/fr7oMAO3rBU/s1600-h/n1319910111_30140360_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaHAxPC_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/fr7oMAO3rBU/s320/n1319910111_30140360_2672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874468633054194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINT WAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAPNUkGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YGnm_eGMyjc/s1600-h/n511332329_1110541_9506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAPNUkGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YGnm_eGMyjc/s320/n511332329_1110541_9506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874352249868386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAKIQdrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bXb9-vLx8eY/s1600-h/n511332329_1110549_2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAKIQdrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bXb9-vLx8eY/s320/n511332329_1110549_2573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874350886450866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAVS8KdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/d4HSsOLa8-I/s1600-h/n568846243_1118947_8534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAVS8KdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/d4HSsOLa8-I/s320/n568846243_1118947_8534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874353884047826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lip sync...i'm the one in the white tanktop with the microphone hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAc3qMtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QrdgqC_MAms/s1600-h/n676094103_1225438_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaAc3qMtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QrdgqC_MAms/s320/n676094103_1225438_1853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874355917107922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-paint war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZzgo374I/AAAAAAAAAOc/PiOoZ96mOrI/s1600-h/n511332329_1110536_7993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZzgo374I/AAAAAAAAAOc/PiOoZ96mOrI/s320/n511332329_1110536_7993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874133590536066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZz2vKk6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PMxZyArDzPI/s1600-h/n511332329_1110537_8302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZz2vKk6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PMxZyArDzPI/s320/n511332329_1110537_8302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874139522503586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-paint war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZz1Uwt2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/yk--QupLr2E/s1600-h/n511332329_1110538_8593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZz1Uwt2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/yk--QupLr2E/s320/n511332329_1110538_8593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874139143321442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZzykvTJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Lqy2RCFKGnY/s1600-h/n511332329_1110539_8890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZzykvTJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Lqy2RCFKGnY/s320/n511332329_1110539_8890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874138405031058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-paint war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZzxxZVRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EI0yMCHfzHw/s1600-h/n511332329_1110540_9201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZzxxZVRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EI0yMCHfzHw/s320/n511332329_1110540_9201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231874138189681938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo court...kami was put on trial for kidnapping free willy, her blow up whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZn_kcNgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nEmlY7eAIXw/s1600-h/032july30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZn_kcNgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nEmlY7eAIXw/s320/032july30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873935735010818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had to set free willy free in the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoM5cWaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Uu55PaR-BMQ/s1600-h/040july30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoM5cWaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Uu55PaR-BMQ/s320/040july30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873939312761250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaking paint bottles for the paint war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoBuQcdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QDMSuX0K9Ds/s1600-h/n511332329_1110533_7099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoBuQcdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QDMSuX0K9Ds/s320/n511332329_1110533_7099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873936313053650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoIBVqII/AAAAAAAAAOM/lTAUDwt6z3E/s1600-h/n511332329_1110534_7446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoIBVqII/AAAAAAAAAOM/lTAUDwt6z3E/s320/n511332329_1110534_7446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873938003699842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoHVUBVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rutLbk81Vj4/s1600-h/n511332329_1110535_7723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZoHVUBVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rutLbk81Vj4/s320/n511332329_1110535_7723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873937819043154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying the pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZxe1IyI/AAAAAAAAANM/xWOFTJfyAHU/s1600-h/004july24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZxe1IyI/AAAAAAAAANM/xWOFTJfyAHU/s320/004july24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873691435213602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZ_FpkHI/AAAAAAAAANU/cPEl4JD3jSI/s1600-h/012july29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZ_FpkHI/AAAAAAAAANU/cPEl4JD3jSI/s320/012july29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873695087693938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle forcing me to smile against my will.  that was the last day.  i was sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZ2Eg4aI/AAAAAAAAANc/kjPYizFWrIE/s1600-h/006august02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZ2Eg4aI/AAAAAAAAANc/kjPYizFWrIE/s320/006august02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873692667011490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth group again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZ688cuI/AAAAAAAAANk/7IYLm7hIkkI/s1600-h/013august02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZZ688cuI/AAAAAAAAANk/7IYLm7hIkkI/s320/013august02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873693977440994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cup game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZaH-x6fI/AAAAAAAAANs/kTU9fDCJZaQ/s1600-h/032july23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtZaH-x6fI/AAAAAAAAANs/kTU9fDCJZaQ/s320/032july23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231873697474800114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i saw the sisterhood of the traveling pants 2 with my friend kami.  We then bought a magical pair of pants at wal-mart.  the may not fit us both perfectly, but who cares.  We're decorating them and having a ceremony in her parents gymnastics gym.  then we're gonna send them back and forth between our friends when we go to college.  It'll be great.  I bet you wish you had a pair of magical wal-mart pants.  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-2802479658368700588?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/2802479658368700588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=2802479658368700588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/2802479658368700588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/2802479658368700588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-camp.html' title='I LOVE CAMP!'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SJtaG27gHFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ypM5dld-cVo/s72-c/n676094103_1225482_6768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-840974592138404670</id><published>2008-06-27T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:21.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please hold all aplause until the end...</title><content type='html'>As an end of the school-year event, my youth group decided to do an "akward prom."  We all dressed as awkward as possible and then danced awkwardly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my awkward husband, Edwin Quintanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV15oShBgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GE3V3d0vRF4/s1600-h/n810514950_943241_8797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705376306660866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV15oShBgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GE3V3d0vRF4/s320/n810514950_943241_8797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my awkward hair in the face pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1612QV_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/XlqArWrblv4/s1600-h/n810514950_943249_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705397126092786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1612QV_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/XlqArWrblv4/s320/n810514950_943249_1603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awkward dance between me, the awkward prom queen, and kellen, the awkward prom king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV16ygHVvI/AAAAAAAAANE/icwgLbsJWmQ/s1600-h/n810514950_943269_8942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705396227921650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV16ygHVvI/AAAAAAAAANE/icwgLbsJWmQ/s320/n810514950_943269_8942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awkard pick i put in my awkward fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1j-ZrXvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SBAU8IzqFZI/s1600-h/n676094103_1016188_9060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705004285157106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1j-ZrXvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SBAU8IzqFZI/s320/n676094103_1016188_9060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a bunch of really awkward girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1kIKBVnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/X9fh8AronCM/s1600-h/n676094103_1016190_9612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705006903842418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1kIKBVnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/X9fh8AronCM/s320/n676094103_1016190_9612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my awkward dancing...and that other kid's awkward lack of dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1kbW2p5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OsEM9GDrfdw/s1600-h/n676094103_1016207_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705012057941906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1kbW2p5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OsEM9GDrfdw/s320/n676094103_1016207_4573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two of my awkward friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1ke_Y-qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TOh5_w3Luq4/s1600-h/n810514950_943228_4419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705013033269922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1ke_Y-qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TOh5_w3Luq4/s320/n810514950_943228_4419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from my awkward photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1knxfziI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JPERMHJubxE/s1600-h/n810514950_943230_5109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216705015390916130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV1knxfziI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JPERMHJubxE/s320/n810514950_943230_5109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short...it was awkward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-840974592138404670?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/840974592138404670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=840974592138404670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/840974592138404670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/840974592138404670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-hold-all-aplause-until-end.html' title='Please hold all aplause until the end...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SGV15oShBgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GE3V3d0vRF4/s72-c/n810514950_943241_8797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-4526770410772692337</id><published>2008-02-07T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:22:50.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A big adventure with a lot of problems...7 to be exact.</title><content type='html'>Beware; this story is long, only the strongest will have the motivation to read all the way to the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago, I was trapped in the horrible world of Differentiated Pre-calculus.  I HATED it.  It made me cry everyday, and i was becoming desperate to do something artistic like writing or painting, but math was destroying my life.  I was drowning in a sea of calculaters and textbooks, but i promised myself that if I finished all my homework and made it through the week, i'd treat myself to a day at the Benitt Martin Library. (the biggest library in Lincoln)&lt;br /&gt;Thus, 2 Saturdays ago, I woke up at 8:00 in the morning, grabbed my acid-wash 80's style blue-jean book bag, and headed out.  (I didn't even pause to put on make-up, which is pretty extraordinary in Natalie's world.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the library at precisely 8:57, got a perfect parking spot right outside the doors, plugged the meter, and attempted to walk in.  At first i thought the automatic doors were broken, but then i read the sign stating "Library does not open until ten on Saturday mornings."  I'd wondered why no other cars were on the street, but i just assumed it was because everyone else was still sleeping, not that everything was closed.  LIBRARY PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE EARLY BIRDS FOR GOODNESS SAKES!  There we have my encounter with problem number 1. (don't worry, there are many more to come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the cheap person i am, i didn't want to waste the 2 quarters i'd already put in the meter, so instead of driving away, i put on my mittens and started walking.  I told myself i'd just walk around downtown until the doors opened...i don't know what i was thinking.  My ears hurt, my fingers were numb, and my nose was dripping.  My original plan that morning was to go to the mill (a local coffee shop) and read my books with a nice cup of joe, but due to the circumstances, i figured it may be a better use of my time to walk to the coffee shop now instead of driving to it later.  Problem number 2: the coffee shop is located on the complete opposite side of the down-town area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea, but the streets of down town lincoln are completely desolate on Saturday mornings, and with the eerie fog that flooded the allyways, i couldn't resist imagining i was a brilliant detective.  Of course i would never express such a scenerio out loud, for that would draw far too much attention, but i was playing it out in my head, just waiting for a mystery to solve. &lt;br /&gt;So, my morning was beginning to cheer up as I pranced down the street in my sophisticated button up jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my adventure it occured to me "i could use some new shoes!"  So i stepped into the black market, one of my favorite down town stores which is full of  vintage clothes and shoes.  Much to my dismay, there were bars across the inside doors; the black market was closed as well. Problem number 3.  So I plowed ahead in my journey to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i finally reached the mill i thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;"why would i go to the mill now?  The whole point of going to the mill was so i could read &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; drink coffee at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;So then i said (in my head of course) "Oh, i'll just go there twice"&lt;br /&gt;But then after some reasoning i had an aha moment:&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, i'll go to scooter's coffee shop now, and i'll go to the mill later, that way the people at the mill won't think i'm a weird obsessive coffee drinker who comes to their shop twice in two hours!"&lt;br /&gt;I have a unique way of thinking through my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, upon coming to that conclusion, i entered scooters and ordered a fancy drink with a completely forgettable name.  Unfortunately, that little occurence only used up 20 minutes of my hour to waste, so i stepped outside and trudged on up to the Unl Campus; i thought it'd be a pretty place to walk around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i reached the campus i noticed a sign for the Shelden art gallery.  I also noticed a sign stating that it was free.  So i barged right in.  Here i met problem number 4: art galleries are VERY&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; quiet places...i was not wearing quiet pants, and with every step, the bottoms of my blue-jeans would swish against eachother and echoe off the ginormous gallery walls.  I must say, the acoustics in that place were fabulous, but not ideal for my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having been to the gallery in a while, I'd forgotten where the exhibits were,  so i had to ask one of the only two people in the WHOLE place where the exhibits were located.  Problem number 5; "Where are all the exhibits?" is a stupid question to ask an art gallery worker.  So with my head hung low, i swished up the stairs, echoing the whole way with the eyes of the two workers following closely following.  It was pretty intense.  Once i finally reached the top i realized my meter was almost out of time...problem number 6; running out of an art museum immediately after asking where all the exhibits are is even more stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i realize this story is getting painfully long, so i'll try to wrap it up quickly. &lt;br /&gt;I plugged my meter again, and went in the library for an hour.  As i was ready to check out my books i realized my meter was about to run out of time again, so i set my books down and ran outside to plug it.  I'm not very smart so i put enough change in it to last me another hour, when all i had left to do was check out my books.  Problem number 7; i wasted 2 quarters after all.&lt;br /&gt;After everything i'd been through...i never went to the mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPILOGUE:&lt;br /&gt;3 days later natalie dropped pre-cal for the rest of her life.  She can eliminate math mathmetician from her list of possible future occupations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-4526770410772692337?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/4526770410772692337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=4526770410772692337' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/4526770410772692337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/4526770410772692337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-adventure-with-lot-of-problems7-to.html' title='A big adventure with a lot of problems...7 to be exact.'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-5655800713942456545</id><published>2008-02-07T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:59:09.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 new favorite youtube videos</title><content type='html'>Ouch charlie, that really hurt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIKbYLpOqgI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIKbYLpOqgI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch Charlie, the College kid remake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCuhTppsCXM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCuhTppsCXM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is what i do when i'm bored; watch you tube videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-5655800713942456545?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5655800713942456545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=5655800713942456545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/5655800713942456545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/5655800713942456545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-new-favorite-youtube-videos.html' title='2 new favorite youtube videos'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-6618052663336543811</id><published>2008-01-27T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:22.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a "hot" day in Lincoln Nebraska.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty warm day in lincoln today (50 degrees). All the neighborhood children were running around in shorts and short-sleeves. Some were even running through sprinklers and sun-tanning. (alright, that part might be a bit of an exaggeration)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Katie and I decided to take Daisy for a walk...then we gave her a bath with garnier fructise shampoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51KoQO-oDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d92fv0KIyTs/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160362803449471026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51KoQO-oDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d92fv0KIyTs/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51KMQO-oCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-wdXVnQF1vI/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160362322413133858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51KMQO-oCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-wdXVnQF1vI/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51JqAO-oAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6e7hsBBa3h4/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160361734002614274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51JqAO-oAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6e7hsBBa3h4/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She looked really pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51LZAO-oEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-qRGWyabkpU/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363640968093762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51LZAO-oEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-qRGWyabkpU/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-6618052663336543811?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6618052663336543811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=6618052663336543811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/6618052663336543811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/6618052663336543811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/01/hot-day-in-lincoln-nebraska.html' title='a &quot;hot&quot; day in Lincoln Nebraska.'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R51KoQO-oDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d92fv0KIyTs/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1953368752331218535</id><published>2008-01-18T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:23.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Female eyes only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This entry is long overdue, but i suppose it's better late than never;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month, before Christmas, my choir had the opportunity to sing with the Lincoln Symphony. In order to prepare for this event, we had to attend numerous practices, one of which was down town, at the UNL campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a couple hours of boring practice, the choir took a break for supper, which was served at a lutheran center there at the school. After we finished eating, I had the sudden urge to use the ladies room, so my friend Kerri and I made our way upstairs to the restroom. As I was in the stall, I could hear Kerri giggling, but wasn't sure why. She wouldn't tell me, but said I'd find out when i went to wash my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough, sitting next to the sink, was a perfectly arranged boquet of tampons and pads packaged in flowery pink boxes that looked to be about 30 years old. The lady on the front of each box looked shockingly happy to be on her period, almost as if she were enjoying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't contain my excitement, I had to get some of these pads for myself, so I stuffed as many of the unusual boxes in my pockets as i could, but because they were so large i could only fit two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the generous person I am, I just HAD to share my findings with our choir director, Mrs Cotton. She was sitting at a small round table with a few other adults, so i had to be discreet. As I walked by the table, I dropped the package in front of her and ran away. (I should probably mention at this point that we chamber choir folk are all very close with our director, so it wasn't akward or wierd...she's kind of like our second mom.) I think she was very pleased by my surprise. She turned around and gave me a huge ear-to-ear smile, but she wasn't the only one smiling; everyone around her was grinning to. As the pad in the box was passed around the room i could tell everyone was jealous. They all wanted their own antique feminine napkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snuck home with my own pad that night...here's the proof;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you wish you were this peaceful during your period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GQdyz_oTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/29o6aqZ0S2M/s1600-h/a;lfsaut+v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157061889846386994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GQdyz_oTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/29o6aqZ0S2M/s320/a%3Blfsaut+v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were even complete with instructions : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GQOSz_oSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aUntPr_K03M/s1600-h/apodfi+dfdlfjs+dkf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157061623558414626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GQOSz_oSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aUntPr_K03M/s320/apodfi+dfdlfjs+dkf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incase you couldn't tell by the picture on the front, there's a nice label on the side; Size No. 4 Feminine napkin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GSSiz_oUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JD2iqx0mx14/s1600-h/a;fdgiuvnadhfsdnfawiheinvlnzmcnv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157063895596114242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GSSiz_oUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JD2iqx0mx14/s320/a%3Bfdgiuvnadhfsdnfawiheinvlnzmcnv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-1953368752331218535?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1953368752331218535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1953368752331218535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1953368752331218535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1953368752331218535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-female-eyes-only.html' title='For Female eyes only...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R5GQdyz_oTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/29o6aqZ0S2M/s72-c/a%3Blfsaut+v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1094923493868431111</id><published>2008-01-12T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:25.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight interesting things about Natalie...Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) My hair changes color/style almost every other week. It's been red, blond, brown, really dark brown, and magenta, it's also been wavy, curly, straight, puffy, flat, long, short, shoulder-length, it's been an emo mullet, I've had bangs and no bangs, layers and no layers, emo side-sweep...you name it, it's been on my head. (except for black, my mom still won't let me go black. It'll be my first color once i turn 18!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l3aCz_n-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nSFuuwk1Hz0/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154782537817497570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l3aCz_n-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nSFuuwk1Hz0/s320/untitled.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few of these crazy hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)I'm notorious for my afro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4kRJCz_n7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/juZJ7QTdog0/s1600-h/n1318020284_30114713_4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154670095573688242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4kRJCz_n7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/juZJ7QTdog0/s320/n1318020284_30114713_4417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) My dream is to go to North Korea...the single most secretive country in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No outsiders are allowed in, and no people living there are allowed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim jong Il, the current leader has complete power over everything. The only books there are written by him and his father, Kim Il Song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, the only lights in the entire country are located in the city of Pyong yang, where Kim Jong il lives, along with a few other wealthy people who work directly for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twelve lane streets wind all throughout the country, with little girls in blue dresses directing non-existent traffic...the only people with cars are those who work for Kim Jong il. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the buildings in North Korea are the same. They're all grey and made of concrete. The tallest hotel in the world is located there, but it is unfinished and there is no one staying in it because no one visits the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of the citizens have no idea that there is even a world outside North Korea, and those who do are forbidden to talk about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim Jong il hates america, yet he has one of the largest collections of american movies, and is the world's largest consumer of Henacy. (gangster alcohal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/library/news/2006/10/061011-d-6570c-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/library/news/2006/10/061011-d-6570c-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, you can see that South Korea is lit up, and North Korea is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seek-truth.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/shnatty%20commie%20roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://seek-truth.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/shnatty%20commie%20roads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The border between South and North Korea. The Men standing by the light blue building are guarding the North Korean Border. There are 2 instead of one to make sure neither try to run to the other side. The South Korean side is the one with the paved roads, the bottom of the picture is north Korea. The roads are cracked and made of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travel-earth.com/dprk/pyongyang-traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/blogimg_1801_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blogs.reuters.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/blogimg_1801_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girls are assigned to direct traffic even thought there are no cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/10_01/building061007MS_468x645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallest unfinished hotel in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, basically, entering North Korea would mean uncovering some of the world's biggest secrets. It would mean gaining information that know one else knows. I could be one of the only people with knowledge of what life is like on both sides of the border. It just seems so amazing and mind boggling to me. I can hardly even put it into words...I JUST WANT TO GO THERE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so now that my little tangent is over, it's time for number 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) I have the best friends in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l7gyz_oGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7f7CJgYq4Kc/s1600-h/l_3e6715d42123af24831a5bbbadd329c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154787051828125794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l7gyz_oGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7f7CJgYq4Kc/s320/l_3e6715d42123af24831a5bbbadd329c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l7Byz_oEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P9bOWziDv7I/s1600-h/IMG_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154786519252181058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l7Byz_oEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P9bOWziDv7I/s320/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l6YSz_oCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ah50Wt1TVBY/s1600-h/DSCN1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154785806287609890" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l6YSz_oCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ah50Wt1TVBY/s320/DSCN1195.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l5wSz_oAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QAP9Xp8tljY/s1600-h/adfjaineac,mv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154785119092842498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l5wSz_oAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QAP9Xp8tljY/s320/adfjaineac,mv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l-kSz_oII/AAAAAAAAAHM/SERpcSYdyuM/s1600-h/n810514950_509127_7920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154790410492551298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l-kSz_oII/AAAAAAAAAHM/SERpcSYdyuM/s320/n810514950_509127_7920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott (the left) and Jayce (the right) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l9kCz_oHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RyVFGeP3ceQ/s1600-h/s810514950_253066_7574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154789306685956210" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l9kCz_oHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RyVFGeP3ceQ/s320/s810514950_253066_7574.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l_6iz_oJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bEE7xA_Ifgk/s1600-h/n650671347_76119_8674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154791892256268434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l_6iz_oJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bEE7xA_Ifgk/s320/n650671347_76119_8674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4mB9Sz_oKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ONIv-qqb50I/s1600-h/n738495441_219180_2881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154794138524164258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4mB9Sz_oKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ONIv-qqb50I/s320/n738495441_219180_2881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bailey (on the left) and lauren...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're all basically amazing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I'm a Justin Timberlake fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) I totally wish i was from the UK. Sometimes I even speak in a british accent when no one is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) I watch George Lopez evernight at 10:00, and then i watch tyra at 11:00, and when i can't sleep i sometimes watch Janice Dickenson even though she's a botox-gone-wrong jerk who wishes she was as cool as tyra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) I hate thinking about college. I don't want to leave all my friends, and I don't want to be forced to make a decision about what i want to do for the REST OF MY LIFE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, there you have it...8 random facts about natalie. you can go ahead and get back to living your life now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9193118056356001242-1094923493868431111?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1094923493868431111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1094923493868431111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1094923493868431111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1094923493868431111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2008/01/eight-interesting-things-about.html' title='Eight interesting things about Natalie...Finally'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/R4l3aCz_n-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nSFuuwk1Hz0/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-8927048140208993362</id><published>2007-12-15T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:50:37.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll shoot your eye out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This really is a fabulous movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46WcFObgYhI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46WcFObgYhI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-8927048140208993362?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/8927048140208993362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=8927048140208993362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/8927048140208993362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/8927048140208993362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/12/youll-shoot-your-eye-out.html' title='You&apos;ll shoot your eye out...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1211979461521560745</id><published>2007-11-10T11:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:26.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it's been a pretty exciting week...</title><content type='html'>My hair was already naturally &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzX5hRQMLsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WixG-Rfb68I/s1600-h/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131281700420857538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzX5hRQMLsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WixG-Rfb68I/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but like any good american, I wanted &lt;u&gt;MORE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a perm. This is what it looks like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXlWhQMLkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sV64Dpx-OzE/s1600-h/jimmi_hendrix100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131259525504708162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXlWhQMLkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sV64Dpx-OzE/s320/jimmi_hendrix100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I asked Katie to help me fix it and she put it in hot rollers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXmzxQMLlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wFGs3zJ3wa4/s1600-h/IMG_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131261127527509586" style="CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXmzxQMLlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wFGs3zJ3wa4/s320/IMG_0729.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXm0RQMLmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-qBo14Zzv0/s1600-h/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131261136117444194" style="CURSOR: hand" height="290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXm0RQMLmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-qBo14Zzv0/s320/IMG_0730.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXm0xQMLnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O7bhsAzRMbc/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131261144707378802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXm0xQMLnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O7bhsAzRMbc/s320/IMG_0731.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like Baba Wawa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.snlarc.jt.org/arc/char/GiRa-Baba%20Wawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://img.snlarc.jt.org/arc/char/GiRa-Baba%20Wawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a new phone...and daisy broke it.&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting on the floor, holding it in my hand, when all of a sudden she dropped her heavy bone on it and cracked the screen. It was a pretty big crack.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for packaging tape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.compusa.com/prodimages/55/f56733ce-c225-4d73-ad93-bb7227c47271.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="262" alt="" src="http://image.compusa.com/prodimages/55/f56733ce-c225-4d73-ad93-bb7227c47271.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made bachamel for my culinary skills class. I flavored it with boujion, salt, and pepper, with rosemary and chives on the side. It was served over some tasty scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXrtRQMLoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tIWQezMGO6k/s1600-h/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131266513416498818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXrtRQMLoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tIWQezMGO6k/s320/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXrzhQMLpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kXIljKWPixM/s1600-h/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131266620790681234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXrzhQMLpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kXIljKWPixM/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXr0RQMLqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b04ZFXgU45Q/s1600-h/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131266633675583138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzXr0RQMLqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b04ZFXgU45Q/s320/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered a funny youtube video...actually my friend kerri discovered a funny youtube video and showed it to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QuJUnHQ_yFA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QuJUnHQ_yFA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found five dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzX4ShQMLrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6DcuYsTlGQI/s1600-h/IMG_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-1211979461521560745?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1211979461521560745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1211979461521560745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1211979461521560745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1211979461521560745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-its-been-pretty-exciting-week.html' title='I guess it&apos;s been a pretty exciting week...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RzX5hRQMLsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WixG-Rfb68I/s72-c/IMG_0425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1762800138686936404</id><published>2007-10-24T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:59:34.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J-O-E-L-L-E!!!!!!!  I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal...&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post these rules before I give the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. List one fact that is somehow relevant to my life for each letter of my middle name. If I don’t have a middle name, I am supposed to use the middle name I wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of my blog post, I need to choose one person for each letter of my middle name to tag. (just a warning...I don't really know very many people with blogs, so step 3 is probably NOT gonna happen...but I can try)&lt;br /&gt;Ready set go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for Janis Joplin: Janis Joplin is important to me for 3 reasons. Reason number one: She's from the 60's. Reason number two: When I lose my voice I sound like her, and I lose my voice a lot. Reason number three: ...we both have frizzy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.vinylzart.com/images/AlbumCoversJanisJoplin-GreatestHits(1973).jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Oil Pastels: Anyone who knows me well knows I LOVE art! I love to paint, draw, sketch, color, take pictures, make movies...I just love to create things. Oil pastels are one of my favorite medias to work with. I love swirling the colors with my fingers, and blending all the layers together to create shadows and highlights. It's kind of like painting without the huge mess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1427253/2/istockphoto_1427253_colored_oil_pastels.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Esther: Esther is my very FAVORITE book in the bible. I've read it several times, and each time I read it I learn something new. It's so exciting to see how God can use an ordinary girl to do such HUGE things. She basically saved an entire nation of people...it just doesn't get much cooler than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o197/miss_natalie_joelle/still04.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds:  I like the beatles...enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.beatlesroutes.com/assets/foto_1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Laugh:  I like to laugh.  Sometimes I laugh a little too much, and sometimes I laugh when I shouldn't, but then again...I don't think there's ever really a time when you shouldn't laugh.  Laughing is good for your face...It prevents wrinkles or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video and you'll never have wrinkles again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvrTSQ8a6gQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvrTSQ8a6gQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for emo:  No...I'm not an emo...I just like them...and this summer I accidently got an emo mullet...but don't worry, I don't have an emo mullet any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o197/miss_natalie_joelle/fgajdlfjasdlkfjasdlk.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-1762800138686936404?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1762800138686936404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1762800138686936404' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1762800138686936404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1762800138686936404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/10/j-o-e-l-l-e-ive-been-tagged.html' title='J-O-E-L-L-E!!!!!!!  I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-2967380711872773766</id><published>2007-10-06T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:27.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every girl needs a gilbert blythe...</title><content type='html'>JUST A FEW RECENT EVENTS EVERYONE SHOULD BE AWARE OF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;u&gt;I came to the shocking realization that I only like fudge when I'm in &lt;em&gt;the nude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...I mean...oh my lanta...What did I just say? ...I meant to say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mood&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya...learned a pretty important lesson on Friday...words don't always come out the way you want them to, and mine have a way of coming out &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;u&gt;My english teacher has a lisp&lt;/u&gt; and doesn't know how to use a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;u&gt;I got new glasses&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;u&gt;I was involved in the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiniest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; accident in the history of car accidents&lt;/u&gt;. (I rear ended the car in front of me as we were both slowing down for a yellow light. She was cut off by another driver and slammed on her brakes causing me to slam on my brakes and bump the back of her car. )There was literally NO damage on either car; even the plastic lining around my license plate was still in perfect condition. Yet somehow I was charged with an "Injury accident" and will most likely have to go to court for the supposed "whiplash" suffered by the driver of the other car. I guess it just seems a little fishy to me since I hardly even felt a jolt in my car. If she hadn't burst out of her ugly little chevy, screamed at me, and released her anger by kicking her shiny un-damaged bumper, I may have not even realize I'd hit her. So....long story short...sometimes people are mean and leave you crying in the middle of a busy street simply because they have nothing better to do with their boring little lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;u&gt;I learned that when put in a stressful situation the worst word that comes to mind is "OH SHOOT!"&lt;/u&gt; (unlike the lady in the chevy who had a rather extended vocabulary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;u&gt;I discovered my mom's archeaological bible&lt;/u&gt;. It has information on EVERYTHING! It probably weighs about a thousand pounds. I haven't been able to stop reading it all week. I'm learning so many interesting things about the bible that I've never even thought of before. It has pages and pages of information explaining each verse in detail, and providing backround information on the location and time period of everything. I LOVE IT! It makes me feel smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;u&gt;I got the solo for Chamber choir&lt;/u&gt;. (though at this point i'm still not sure whether to be excited or terrified.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;u&gt;I died my hair&lt;/u&gt;...the blonde thing just wasn't working for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;u&gt;I decided I need my own Gilbert&lt;/u&gt;...and I need him NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, Gilbert Blythe...basically the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I discovered that when I blow-dry my hair without a diffuser I have a fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Please refrain from any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;feelings of jealousy or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;envy that may occur as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;result of the following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;image:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RwhmYMIk3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/rsuoR9kdzLs/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RwhmYMIk3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/rsuoR9kdzLs/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RwhmYMIk3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/rsuoR9kdzLs/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RwhmYMIk3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/rsuoR9kdzLs/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rwhmy8Ik3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTtGWWali6g/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118454001828158706" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="241" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rwhmy8Ik3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTtGWWali6g/s320/IMG_0353.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short: I lead a pretty exciting life...it's hard not to be jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-2967380711872773766?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/2967380711872773766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=2967380711872773766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/2967380711872773766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/2967380711872773766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/10/every-girl-needs-gilbert-blythe.html' title='Every girl needs a gilbert blythe...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rwhmy8Ik3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTtGWWali6g/s72-c/IMG_0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-167250781670647223</id><published>2007-09-29T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:28.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party...</title><content type='html'>So, tonight, me and a couple of my friends decided to dress up and have a tea party. There was tea, egg salad sandwiches, cheese and crackers,  cucumbers and muffins...basically every food ever made. We also watched Where the Heart is. It was quite delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Caroline trying to look serious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8buMIk3NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uCzHAIQOPeU/s1600-h/IMG_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115838182061300946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8buMIk3NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uCzHAIQOPeU/s320/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Cheesy Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8bccIk3MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aSEGrZVfEy8/s1600-h/IMG_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115837877118622914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8bccIk3MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aSEGrZVfEy8/s320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't we look so sophisticated?  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8bAcIk3LI/AAAAAAAAACs/03ZK8tt5sLo/s1600-h/IMG_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115837396082285746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8bAcIk3LI/AAAAAAAAACs/03ZK8tt5sLo/s320/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline looks emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8ae8Ik3KI/AAAAAAAAACk/O8alKTeJ94I/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115836820556668066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8ae8Ik3KI/AAAAAAAAACk/O8alKTeJ94I/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerri does not look emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8aGsIk3JI/AAAAAAAAACc/awYysXWEj4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115836403944840338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8aGsIk3JI/AAAAAAAAACc/awYysXWEj4Q/s320/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...in my farmer's hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8ZMcIk3II/AAAAAAAAACU/hzL9RlAYcHE/s1600-h/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115835403217460354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8ZMcIk3II/AAAAAAAAACU/hzL9RlAYcHE/s320/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8Yu8Ik3HI/AAAAAAAAACM/iFUQ4AybAbw/s1600-h/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115834896411319410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8Yu8Ik3HI/AAAAAAAAACM/iFUQ4AybAbw/s320/IMG_0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, tea parties are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9193118056356001242-167250781670647223?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/167250781670647223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=167250781670647223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/167250781670647223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/167250781670647223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/09/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rv8buMIk3NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uCzHAIQOPeU/s72-c/IMG_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-6261967587646178278</id><published>2007-09-27T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:58:01.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What prayer can do...</title><content type='html'>Just a little video I made for Audrey.  I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3160335117165704387&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-6261967587646178278?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/6261967587646178278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=6261967587646178278' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/6261967587646178278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/6261967587646178278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/09/lullabye-for-stormy-night.html' title='What prayer can do...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1084268844989704053</id><published>2007-09-25T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:18:29.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do when I'm bored during class:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bilal Kamal...the president of classroom B111&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RvlymcIk3FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k_AIN0_eKX8/s1600-h/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114244856568667218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RvlymcIk3FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k_AIN0_eKX8/s320/IMG_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some old guy from the text book&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rvlx1sIk3EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fc5sDPlE-a4/s1600-h/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114244019050044482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/Rvlx1sIk3EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fc5sDPlE-a4/s320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least....Dr. Larson, the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RvlvPcIk3AI/AAAAAAAAABU/25RDozQCE0k/s1600-h/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114241162896792578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RvlvPcIk3AI/AAAAAAAAABU/25RDozQCE0k/s320/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9193118056356001242-1084268844989704053?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1084268844989704053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1084268844989704053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1084268844989704053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1084268844989704053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-do-when-im-bored-during-class.html' title='What I do when I&apos;m bored during class:'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/RvlymcIk3FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k_AIN0_eKX8/s72-c/IMG_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-2249129439640533660</id><published>2007-09-21T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:53:59.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a GOOOOD day!</title><content type='html'>So, today after school I was standing with my friends in the hallway as usual when suddenly I heard someone singing. At first glance I didn't see anybody, but then I noticed a fuzzy head of hair bouncing up and down, just barely visible over my friend AJ's back-pack. This guy who was probably only about 4'10 or 4'11 was skipping down the hall singing "macho macho man" in the most painfully high voice I think I've ever heard. It didn't even phase my friends at all. As a matter of fact, AJ was the only one who even saw it. He just looked at me and smiled. I however, nearly fell to the ground laughing. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard at school. It totally made my day&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is:&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid to make a fool out of yourself...it provides entertainment for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o197/miss_natalie_joelle/7-funnypictures_dk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o197/miss_natalie_joelle/7-funnypictures_dk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-2249129439640533660?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/2249129439640533660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=2249129439640533660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/2249129439640533660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/2249129439640533660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-gooood-day.html' title='I had a GOOOOD day!'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-1257528074461283820</id><published>2007-09-14T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:13:28.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"All you need is love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B000063KM1.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" height="390" alt="" src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B000063KM1.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes I just have these moments where my head is so full of thoughts that I can hardley put them to words, and when I do finally get them written down they don't even make sense because they are so jumbled together. I'm having one of those moments right now. I've written the first sentence to my blog at least 10 ten times. Earlier today I wrote down a portion of what i wanted to say and when I finally stopped to take an overall look at it I realized it was long enough to be an entire novel. I guess you just have to understand that I have a constant flow of thoughts and ideas running through my head all day; most of which are forgotten because i don't get the opportunity to record them. So, though I have much more I'd like to say, I'm going to try and focus on one thing...Harold and Maude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Tonight I watched Harold and Maude for the first time with my friends Kerri and Caroline who have both seen it before. I still remember the first time Kerri tried to explain the plot of this 1970's film to me. The idea of a 20 year old man and an 80 year old woman falling in love just didn't click for me. I just couldn't understand what would posses someone to watch a movie like that; but the minute it began playing tonight, i gained a sudden understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;At first glance the relationship between Harold and Maude is kind of disturbing, but as you get deeper into the movie, a whole new meaning begins to surface. For those who haven't seen the movie, you may be curious as to what I'm talking about. In this movie, Harold is a young man who spends the majority of his time attending funerals and faking his own suicide when suddenly he meets Maude, a slightly crazy old woman who, essentially, teaches him how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;After watching this movie I've gained a whole new perspective on life. Maude could find beauty and adventure in what seemed like the most insignificant things, like doing summer-saults in a field, or running through the grass. Though she's a little unconventional, she is full of wisdom that Harold has never seen. Maude owns a universal key that can start just about any car, and everyday she steals someone else's vehicle. When Harold questions her about this, she simply responds by telling him that people are too attatched to their possesions (such as cars) and it's good for them to realize that these things aren't permanent. In another scene, Maude notices a dying baby tree in front of a public building, so she takes it and puts it in the first car she sees and drives off to plant it in forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Although Maude may not be the best person to model your life after, she does teach a very important lesson. Almost everything can be turned into something good if you look at it long enough. Flowers in a field may seem identical at first glance, but when you take a closer look, it's apparent that each one is very different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Now that I've seen this movie I just feel like going outside and soaking everything in, finding beauty in everything I see. I want to run through a field a flowers, have a picnic at a construction site, or visit a greenhouse. God has given us so many blessings, yet we choose live each day the same way, forgetting all the amazing things he's given us. Why should we stick to the same daily routine when there is so much life to live. Our time on earth is limited, so why not make the most out of it. Take a risk, forget what people are thinking about you. Live life for the small things most people take for granted. Don't be afraid to be a little different...this is my challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-1257528074461283820?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/1257528074461283820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=1257528074461283820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1257528074461283820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/1257528074461283820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='&quot;All you need is love&quot;'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193118056356001242.post-5903223371140942348</id><published>2007-09-11T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:22:54.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My mamma always said life is like a box of chocolates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Well, I've actually had this blog for several days now, but have not posted yet due to a severe lack of inspiration. I guess it's just a little difficult for me to conjur up any creativity when the majority of my life is lived in a 3 story cement prison under the alias of Southwest High School. The adults at this facility have tried their absolute hardest to convince us that we should take pride in our "school" because it is a wonderful learning institution that by nature is better than all the others in Lincoln. As the sensable person i am, I have refused to buy into any of what they're saying. I'm just thankful there's only 2 years left on my sentence. Perhaps my theory seems a little far-fetched, but today, as I was walking to class with my friend Kara we noticed that the roof of the school was lined with barbed wire...Still unconvinced? That's what I thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I could ramble on about about my present state of punishment for the remainder of this blog, but the more i think about it, the more i realize that no one in their right mind would want to live through that, and the majority of you reading this right now(which may in fact be nobody since I have yet to get the word out about my blog) would most likely click the back button on your internet menu and return to whatever it was you were doing before you began reading this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;So, with that said, I think it would be beneficial to lighten the mood a bit and turn our focus to the future...a glorious place outside the confines of Southwest Highschool, and perhaps even Lincoln Nebraska; a place where the possibilities are limitless. In contemplating my options for the future once I've escaped, I created a list of all the things I would like to do in my lifetime. As i'm sure you can imagine, this list only covers but a mere sliver of what I would like to accomplish before I leave this earth, but to record everything; every thought and idea, would be a waste of the precious time i could have otherwise used to check a few things off my list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Anways, enough of this useless babble...here's the list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Paint a mural on the side of a building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Make a documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Make a career out of my music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Share my testimony in front of a crowd of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Visit Prince Edward Island and sleep in a Cherry tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Run a marathon and eventually qualify for the boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Watch all the Dax Flame Videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Become an accomplished classical guitarist and Pianist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Bring aid to a war-torn country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Spend a year in Africa and keep a journal of all my drawings and sketches while i'm there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Write a Biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Change someone's life in a profound way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Publish a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Focus on what God wants me to be, not want other people want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Drink tea in a castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Become friends with everyone i meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Live each and every moment of my life to God's glory and never hold back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9193118056356001242-5903223371140942348?l=thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/feeds/5903223371140942348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9193118056356001242&amp;postID=5903223371140942348' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/5903223371140942348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9193118056356001242/posts/default/5903223371140942348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebarefootguitarist.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mamma-always-said-life-is-like-box.html' title='My mamma always said life is like a box of chocolates...'/><author><name>Little Miss Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420959177158629497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FOqHJie-YVU/SMPeA1vHYQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ks1cMpxvBao/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
