<?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-9115943</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:57:23.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insertcatchytitlehere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110900251554641481</id><published>2005-02-21T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:15:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Which is the stronger man, the one who strays from his path, sees his mistake, and forces his way back, or the man who is never tempted from the path? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110900251554641481?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110900251554641481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110900251554641481' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110900251554641481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110900251554641481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/02/question_21.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110900237106347866</id><published>2005-02-21T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:12:51.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!</title><content type='html'>OKay let me start  by saying that every memeber of my family is crazy! Okay now that that is off my chest. Well i had a busy weekend, how about you all? My crazy grandfather moved...again, my crazy relativs came to visit. My crazy grandmother is always in need of a babysitter and on top of all that it took Abby and i several hours just to cut and die my hair last night. FYI to those of you who care it's a short cut with choppy layers and black with purple streaks that are very subtle.  We were hoping we could get up Alb. this long weekend but there's just no way. With my grandfather having one of his crazy episodes and someone always needing to be with my grandmother, we can't even leave the house for long periods of time.  I haven't even had time to finish my lab report. I hope everyone else had a lovely weekend though, especially those of you whose weekend was five days long.  Have a rediculously good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110900237106347866?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110900237106347866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110900237106347866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110900237106347866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110900237106347866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110784482317573733</id><published>2005-02-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:40:23.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>If you are riding on a west bound train travaling at 65 MPH and a tree falls in the middle of the woods, across the road from the chicken who didn't know whether it came first or second (or how to file it's taxes) then why ware shoes at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110784482317573733?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110784482317573733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110784482317573733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110784482317573733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110784482317573733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/02/question_07.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110784231597612231</id><published>2005-02-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:58:35.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yin and yang</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days where everything gets packed on to you and you want to hit someone but then everything starts going your way at the end. I guess that's my reward for taking the shit like a champ. It's interesting how you can get up feeling like the world is pointing and laughing at you and go to bed with a shit-eating grin on your face. You know when everything is down and then someone does something that puts a smile on your face and suddenly instead of having to clime up the hill yourself in the rain with a 50 lb bag on you back, your best friend is there with a golf cart to help you out. I love days like that. I hope everyone has a redculously good day tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110784231597612231?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110784231597612231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110784231597612231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110784231597612231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110784231597612231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/02/yin-and-yang.html' title='yin and yang'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110754910905960304</id><published>2005-02-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:31:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>this is more of a mind game or something but here goes. Compare Truth to the color red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110754910905960304?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110754910905960304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110754910905960304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110754910905960304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110754910905960304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/02/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110754899336213000</id><published>2005-02-04T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:29:53.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day</title><content type='html'>okay let me start by saying i'm an awful friend. I needed to call Beth yesterday and i get too busy. Now only a jerk is too busy to call one of the coolest people in the world on her birthday! so I ask you forgive me Beth and i hope you had a kick ass birthday.  I would like to send you things that i have for you but i didn't actuly have your address.  But now i do so expect a package soon.  Now i have a question for everyone. Why do people ask you how you are doing all the time? They don't care. They don't want  you to answer. They are just trying to be kind which is great and all but as soon as you start to give them a real answer they start thinking about how they are going to be late for class and why the hell did they ask they should have just kept going. No matter how bad things are going peopl always say I'm good. How about you? And then they say I'm good. Then that's the end. No one is just good every second. Why not say something productinve instead of asking an arbitrary question that you really don't want to hear the answer to? Why not say have a good day. Instead of how are you doing. Me i'm good. Well I'll see you later. Like today I stopped to get a Chai (what i really needed was a coffee IV directly into my blood) and there was a sign on the wall that said "Have a rediculously good day." Now there is a productive, honest thing to say. I think i will start telling peopl that. "How am I? Well i'm cranky and hungrey. Have a redicolously nice day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110754899336213000?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110754899336213000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110754899336213000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110754899336213000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110754899336213000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-day.html' title='good day'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110719368517124012</id><published>2005-01-31T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T09:48:05.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Philosophy is the love of wisdom. What is wisdom? and what kind of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110719368517124012?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110719368517124012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110719368517124012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110719368517124012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110719368517124012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/01/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110719360382092940</id><published>2005-01-31T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T09:46:43.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me again</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i know i hardly post anymore but i'm super busy. I promise i'll try to post more often. I don't have anything new to report really. My life is kind of boring. Oh yeah Happy belated Birthday to Ashley Gilbert (27th) number 18 at last. And happy early birthday to Beth (chuck) Weeks (3rd) i can't wait! Although it doesn't look like i'm going to be able to go up there since both my grandparents will be in the hospital. My grandfather fell and is bleeding internally with water on his lungs, and my grandmother is going in for open heart sergery. Please pray for them if you pray. On a happy note George Strait and Dirks bently come to Cruces in three days!! yay yay!! Oh yeah and on top of all my homework and classes, i got the flu. Leave it to me to find a way to add insult to injury. I'm better now though thank goodness. Okay well i better get to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part of yesterday: making a dent in my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110719360382092940?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110719360382092940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110719360382092940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110719360382092940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110719360382092940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-again.html' title='Me again'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110532654609877120</id><published>2005-01-09T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:09:06.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q for 9th</title><content type='html'>who do you know that has changed your life the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110532654609877120?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110532654609877120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110532654609877120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110532654609877120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110532654609877120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/01/q-for-9th.html' title='Q for 9th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110532646557606490</id><published>2005-01-09T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:07:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school...</title><content type='html'>well it's that time again. People are dispersing back to where they have spent the last few months of thier lives and preparing once again for the gruling work that lay ahead. The one good thing about it is that we half-way through our first year of collage. It's hard to believe that infour months we will have compleated what we have been preparing for, for what seems like forever. This is a huge step in our lives and i can't believe it's ahlf over. I kind of makes me sad to think about the time we have all spent with each other, knowing each other, dating each other, loving each other was just temporary. That this was, for lack of a better metaphor, only one chapter in our lives.  To think that most likely in a few years we wont see or even talk to one and other. How many people did you hang out with in high school? How many do you still talk to? that's what i thought. I just want you guys  to know, if i never get a chance to say it again, that i loved knowing and hanging out with you. My friends helped to shape my life in a HUGE way and i'll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110532646557606490?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110532646557606490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110532646557606490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110532646557606490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110532646557606490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2005/01/school.html' title='school...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110442631646888631</id><published>2004-12-30T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:05:16.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question 30th</title><content type='html'>What is the point of new years resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110442631646888631?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110442631646888631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110442631646888631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110442631646888631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110442631646888631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/question-30th.html' title='Question 30th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110442626429498345</id><published>2004-12-30T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:04:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks later...</title><content type='html'>do not ajust your screen floks. what you see here is an actual post by Amy.   "What, oh my god she's actully posting?" "I can't believe my own eyes." "OH my gosh what's happening? the sky is falling. the world is actully comeing to an end. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Okay there i did it so you don't have to. Well i hope everyones christmas was as good as mine. We got a pool table and i got a cd player for my car. Also George Strait tickets and a few other things. I hope everyones new years is good, (and that you remember it the next day.)  I have to get my ass in gear i'm supposed to be moving wood from one part of my yard to another. sounds like fun doesn't it.. If anyone would like to volenteer thier services to helping Abby and i, wait, ha ha .... whew i'm sorry i just said Abby was going to do work. My bad. If anyone would like to help me while Abby watches that would be great...no one?... hello?...where did everybody go?...is this thing on?...Hello? Oh well maybe i'm just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110442626429498345?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110442626429498345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110442626429498345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110442626429498345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110442626429498345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/two-weeks-later.html' title='two weeks later...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110330549814748479</id><published>2004-12-17T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T09:44:58.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question 17th</title><content type='html'>would you rather be trapped on an elevator with the annoying creepy guy who keeps talking to you, or the guy who smells like three day old cabage that has been lying in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110330549814748479?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110330549814748479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110330549814748479' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110330549814748479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110330549814748479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/question-17th.html' title='Question 17th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110330526609765957</id><published>2004-12-17T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T09:41:06.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's christmas time, in the city...</title><content type='html'>I love christmas time. I love the lights, and the decorations, and the giving spirit. I get all excited about it when i think about how much fun we are all going to have when we are back together. I hope it snows this year. OKay so i have an idea. One that i think everyone will like and everyone will be able to participate in. When everyone is back next week we should all pile into a few cars and go A) looking at christmas lights and B) go carroling. We went carroling last year and it was so fun. We even went to mrs. parsley's house. We should definatly go again. Also i think we should have a movie night soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part of yesterday: hanging out with Laura and Hayley./Show went well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110330526609765957?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110330526609765957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110330526609765957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110330526609765957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110330526609765957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-christmas-time-in-city.html' title='it&apos;s christmas time, in the city...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110296076790758914</id><published>2004-12-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:59:27.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q for 13</title><content type='html'>Would you rather have a million dollars or cure cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110296076790758914?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110296076790758914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110296076790758914' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110296076790758914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110296076790758914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-for-13.html' title='Q for 13'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110296061632439148</id><published>2004-12-13T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:56:56.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch ch ch changin</title><content type='html'>Okay a while ago Dustin posted about not changing for other people, which people including myself kind of attaced. I think we all know that sometimes we are influenced by other people and not always for the better. It's very easy to say not to change for anyone, I think though that if we take a deeper look it's not always simple. It's not hard to say you will never change for someone untill you meet that person who makes you wan to be a better person. For whatever reason you feel different around them. Sometimes they just make you see things in a different way. Or sometimes they do something stupid that you see and promise not to do that. Or sometimes they just make you want to be better for them and yourself. Like there's nothing in the world that you could give up that would meen more to you then them. And although it may seem like you are changing for them you are really changing for you. You want to be with them so you do what you have to do.  And then one day you wake up and you are only doing what you're doing for you. They are no longer a contributing factor.  Change is a constant thing. In fact it's the only thing that will ever stay the same. It's very difficult to pin personal change on one other person. So here is to change and growth with a side order of old friendships because that's what gives it flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110296061632439148?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110296061632439148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110296061632439148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110296061632439148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110296061632439148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/ch-ch-ch-changin.html' title='Ch ch ch changin'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110287033257689970</id><published>2004-12-12T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T08:52:12.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I was just reading something beth wrote about jinx's and i thought about how a person can make thier own luck. I think you can always take something good out of something bad. I have been having a series of bad days lately and i think it would help if i could come up with good stuff instead of just bad stuff. So at the end of every post form now on i'm going to put the best part of the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the day: playing cards with Abby, and seeing Ocean's 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110287033257689970?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110287033257689970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110287033257689970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110287033257689970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110287033257689970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110286737057590475</id><published>2004-12-12T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T08:02:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question 12th</title><content type='html'>you're in a burning building, do you save one sibling or five strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110286737057590475?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110286737057590475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110286737057590475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110286737057590475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110286737057590475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/question-12th.html' title='Question 12th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110286728577308976</id><published>2004-12-12T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T08:01:25.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening night</title><content type='html'>okay friday was opening night foor The Animals Christmas. Everthing was acctully really good. All of the children came in on time and the other Amy got all of her cues which has never happened before. She has a beautiful voice but has never had any music or voice training i think so she always struggles with time.  Anyway she nailed everything. This is all particularly hard because the music director is the biggerst babboon i've ever met. I can't keep a stedy tempo to save his life and is basically an ass hole. Last night he yelled at the lighting guy for twenty minuets about his sound moniter. Mike kept trying to tell him that he was the lighting guy but George wouldn't listen. We all hate him and Jim (other lead) and I  wrote a song about poking him in the eye with a pencil. Everyone loved our song. On the bright side we have a fairly talented orchestra which means that they wont fallow George to save thier lives. So the music is acctully pretty good. Last night didn't go quite as well considering Amy came in two mesures late on one of her cues but every one of those kids fallowed her instead of comeing in right so she looked okay and the orchestra figured it out too so we all ended together at least. I'm actully impresed that twenty children under the age od twelve were paying close enough attention to the soloist to come in correctly. No one seemed to notice though and at the end we did a few finaly peaces for the kids in the audience and they all got on stage and started dancing. It was the cutest thing. None of us knew what to do they just started doing this stuff fthat they had obviusly been tought but none of us knew. Everyone in the theater was laughing including the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110286728577308976?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110286728577308976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110286728577308976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110286728577308976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110286728577308976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/opening-night.html' title='Opening night'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110261064442598605</id><published>2004-12-09T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T08:44:04.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q for the 9th</title><content type='html'>Okay if you could pick anything in the whole world for a christmas gift if you could only have one thing, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110261064442598605?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110261064442598605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110261064442598605' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110261064442598605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110261064442598605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-for-9th.html' title='Q for the 9th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110261053793551936</id><published>2004-12-09T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T08:42:17.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Okay now that i am finally done with school for the semester i am going to be posting like crazy. I'm serious you guys are gonna be so sick of me posting and commenting. I think we should all go do something on Friday. Sorry to those of you who aren't here yet. I think we should go see a movie or rent a movie and make a bunch of popcorn or play battle of the sexes (or sexists) as Dustin likes to call it. Who's in just some good old fashion Holiday get together, OH!! and if we rent and go to my house i'll make hot apple cider! We can even do something christmasy if we want. okay so comment if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110261053793551936?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110261053793551936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110261053793551936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110261053793551936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110261053793551936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110231404181699497</id><published>2004-12-05T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:20:41.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>q of the day 5th</title><content type='html'>is the glass half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110231404181699497?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110231404181699497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110231404181699497' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110231404181699497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110231404181699497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-of-day-5th.html' title='q of the day 5th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110231390785956337</id><published>2004-12-05T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:18:27.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>why is being alone such a big deal? I mean sure it's great to be with people but sometimes you just need to think. And i don't know about you but i much prefer to think alone. or with one person.  Usually the same person and you know who you are. I just think that if a person were to pend more time alone with themselvs they could get to know themselvs better. It's easier for someone to get to know you then and for them to love you. Or maybe that's just someting we lonely people tell ourselves to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110231390785956337?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110231390785956337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110231390785956337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110231390785956337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110231390785956337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110222812112297282</id><published>2004-12-04T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:28:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q of the day 4th</title><content type='html'>being hugged by a stranger...cool or creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110222812112297282?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110222812112297282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110222812112297282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110222812112297282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110222812112297282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-of-day-4th.html' title='Q of the day 4th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110222791080112256</id><published>2004-12-04T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:25:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little taste of christmas spirit</title><content type='html'>it is the giving season and today i got a glimse of that first hand. i was cleaning my room and found a lot of stuff that i didn't really want anymore. It was all cool stuff so i didn't want to throw it away but it didn't fit in my room or life anymore. So I packed up two trash bags full of clothing and stuff and a few board games and a lamp and drove it over to the good start, which is a good will for those of you who don't know. I was feeling pretty good about myself. Later after i had spent litterally three hours fighting with the bank and doing my erands i was hungery but having no money and being nowhere near home with many more erands to run i was in a pickle. Then i remembered i had a card from sub-way (eat fresh) and it was full which ment free sub. So i went down there and got in an unreasonably long line and had them make me a sandwhich. I got to the front of the line and the lady tried to charge me 1.16 for my free sub. Here is the part where you laugh at me and think "Oh that dumb girl. Everyone knows you have to bye a drink to get the sub free." well that's everyone except me. As i said before i had no money and was in the middle of pleading with the girl to hold my sandwhich for just a few minutes while i found an ATM for a lousy 1.16 when the lady behind me in line tapped me on the shoulder. When i turned around she held out two dollars. I wasn't going to take the money and i think she could sense that because she changed her mind and handed it to the casheir instead. I tried to get her info to pay her back (i know it's only like a buck but it was so nice i think it warented returning) but she shook her head and said "it will come back to me." The only thing i could think to say (besides thank you) was Merry Christmas. So that's what i did, i stood there like an idiot and said merry Christmas. She just smiled and said Merry Christmas.  That is what the Christmas season is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110222791080112256?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110222791080112256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110222791080112256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110222791080112256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110222791080112256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-taste-of-christmas-spirit.html' title='a little taste of christmas spirit'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110213100220618225</id><published>2004-12-03T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:30:02.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you congested?</title><content type='html'>If so than you can do what i did today it works great. Today was another very cool day in Cruces so i decided to buy myself a vanilla chi. It was very good as usual (the bagelry has great chi.) Anyway i'm walking to class and i see two people from my next class walking in front of me. i decided to speed up a little, intending to catch up and walk with them. Also at that exact moment i decide that it is a good idea to take a sip of my drink and enjoy it's warmth. Unfortunatly this may have been too many tasks for me to think about at once and i steped inadvertantly off the curb, shooting scalding hot chi directly up my nose. I also managed to spill it all over my hand and lid and coated my face in it. Miraculisly i managed not to get a drop on my clothing. I'm still not sure how. Although the chi burned so bad my eyes watered for five minutes it did clear my sinuses for most of the day. Unfortunatly it also left me with a pounding headach that lasted through my last class. It was all in all a very interesting experience but luckily no one saw it, at least not to my knowledge. But there is a possibility that pictures will soon surface on the internet of me with chi flying up my nose and a pained expression on my face. If so please send them to me i would love to see the look on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110213100220618225?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110213100220618225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110213100220618225' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110213100220618225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110213100220618225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/are-you-congested.html' title='Are you congested?'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110208779702332252</id><published>2004-12-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T07:29:57.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q for Dec. 3rd</title><content type='html'>do you think we should expect more form ourselvs than we do of others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110208779702332252?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110208779702332252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110208779702332252' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110208779702332252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110208779702332252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-for-dec-3rd.html' title='Q for Dec. 3rd'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110208713313982959</id><published>2004-12-03T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T07:18:53.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth</title><content type='html'>Please check out Beth's blog at http://temininum.blogspot.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110208713313982959?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110208713313982959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110208713313982959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110208713313982959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110208713313982959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/beth.html' title='Beth'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110208698790359895</id><published>2004-12-03T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T07:16:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Okay i am sorry that i haven't posted in a few days i guess i deserve a good flogging. It's just with finals week and rehersals for the play i have not been home more than like an hour where i wasn't sleeping. I've been spending like 6 hours a day in the math learning center to get cought up. i'm kind of a procrastinator. Brett my address is amyh45@hotmail.com and i would love to be part of the same blog. Thank you. I'm excited about seeing everyone at break. okay well i promise now that some of the pressure is off i'll write (hopefully) everyday, but please don't hold me to that if i miss a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110208698790359895?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110208698790359895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110208698790359895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110208698790359895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110208698790359895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110166781698451341</id><published>2004-11-28T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:50:16.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin</title><content type='html'>Okay dustin i would like to appologise about the stuff we all said when we thought you were the anonymous person. If it had said your name on it we probably would all have laughed at it. It was just a big miunderstanding and we are sorry. We still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110166781698451341?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110166781698451341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110166781698451341' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110166781698451341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110166781698451341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/dustin_28.html' title='Dustin'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110166663591294496</id><published>2004-11-28T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:30:35.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q for 28th </title><content type='html'>If you could control who you fell in love with, would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110166663591294496?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110166663591294496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110166663591294496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110166663591294496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110166663591294496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/q-for-28th.html' title='Q for 28th '/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110166525649122251</id><published>2004-11-28T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:07:36.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love???</title><content type='html'>why do we as people love each other. I mean what are we possesed woth that we have the capability to love. And what is love anyway/ Is it some chemical reaction that occures when the right person adds the right protien? Is it a phylisophical thing. Is it, like all other emotions and thoughts, compleatly unexplainable. I guess that's why we can't control who we love because we don't have any idea where it comes from. What if some day we figure out what caused us to feel love. We could controle who we loved. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110166525649122251?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110166525649122251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110166525649122251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110166525649122251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110166525649122251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/love.html' title='love???'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110152874087333221</id><published>2004-11-26T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:12:20.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q of the day 26th</title><content type='html'>okay pretend that you get really drunk and have sex with some hottie at a party. The next morning you wake up and relize he/she is taken... by your best friend. What do you do? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110152874087333221?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110152874087333221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110152874087333221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110152874087333221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110152874087333221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/q-of-day-26th.html' title='Q of the day 26th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110152837896156755</id><published>2004-11-26T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:06:18.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>Okay this is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite authors Robert Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natures first green is gold,&lt;br /&gt;Her hardest hue to hold,&lt;br /&gt;Her early leafs a flower,&lt;br /&gt;But only so an hour,&lt;br /&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf,&lt;br /&gt;So Eden sank to grief,&lt;br /&gt;Then dawn goes down to day,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious how people percieve this poem. Do you think it's happy or sad? Do you think it's depressing or uplifting? What do you think it means? If you want to know what i think i'll be glad to tell you but not till i see what everyone else thinks. I have thought a lot about this poem over the time that i've known it and i think i have a pretty good idea of it but i would be really interested in other peoples perspective. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110152837896156755?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110152837896156755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110152837896156755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110152837896156755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110152837896156755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110152598052472386</id><published>2004-11-26T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T19:29:17.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bethany:</title><content type='html'>OK why is it that people are so afraid to pick their wedges in public?  Everyone gets one from time to time, so what's the big deal?  This is definitely one antiquidated cultural taboo that that lives on while practically every other form of modesty has been destroyed.  Also, did you know the average person passes gas 10 times a day?  So why can't you fart unabashedly?  Stupid.  Want some fun in this crazy time of the year?        &lt;br /&gt;  Go to Walmart, when it's packed, and cut one in a crowd of people and walk away.  Then watch as everyone secretly looks around for the social deviant so they can shun them.  Go on, fart freely, then pick a wedge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110152598052472386?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110152598052472386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110152598052472386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110152598052472386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110152598052472386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/from-bethany.html' title='From Bethany:'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110140305418968211</id><published>2004-11-25T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:18:25.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey day!!</title><content type='html'> 	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's turkey day again and i want to know what everyone is thankful for. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110140305418968211?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110140305418968211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110140305418968211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110140305418968211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110140305418968211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey day!!'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110133175366783906</id><published>2004-11-24T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:29:13.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby J</title><content type='html'>i found my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110133175366783906?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110133175366783906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110133175366783906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110133175366783906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110133175366783906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/baby-j.html' title='Baby J'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110133169481224245</id><published>2004-11-24T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:28:14.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question 24th</title><content type='html'>are we there yet? explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110133169481224245?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110133169481224245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110133169481224245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110133169481224245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110133169481224245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/question-24th.html' title='Question 24th'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110133151851517798</id><published>2004-11-24T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:25:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...</title><content type='html'>okay people listen if you don't like the questions then don't answer them okay i'm tired of demanding new questions or saying that you don't know. The questions are not up for negotiation. Please answer them with some thought or don't bother.  (Sean, Abby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110133151851517798?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110133151851517798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110133151851517798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110133151851517798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110133151851517798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/okay.html' title='Okay...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110119598130928858</id><published>2004-11-22T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:46:21.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q of the day 22nd</title><content type='html'>if you had to give up one of your bodily functions ( sight, hearing, speaking, peeing...) whatever one you want, what would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110119598130928858?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110119598130928858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110119598130928858' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110119598130928858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110119598130928858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/q-of-day-22nd.html' title='Q of the day 22nd'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110119582119515966</id><published>2004-11-22T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:43:41.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adults</title><content type='html'>At what point do we as teenages or college students or children really become adults. I mean legally of course we become adults but what makes and adult. Is it the ability to vote or die for your country? is it being responsible for your own actions? And why 18? Is there some kind of magical barrier that you cross at 18? And if so then why do some people never grow up when others are forced to grow up too soon. What really is an adult anyway. Is it a state of being or swomething you gain? And is it something you can get on your own or does someone have to give it to you? I mean as far as i can tell at one point you are still the person who puts a whoopy cusion on your friends seat and then one day without warning you are to mature for that. Or for those of us who still think that's funny is it possible to be an adult without ever growing up? You know be reponsible for youe own actions and all that but still be able to laugh at the word penis.  I think being an adult is knowing the time and place for things, finding a balance to your crazy self and your uptight self. Maybe being an adult is just about timing. Honing you skills and knowing where and when to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110119582119515966?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110119582119515966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110119582119515966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110119582119515966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110119582119515966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/adults.html' title='Adults'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110102496781257422</id><published>2004-11-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:16:07.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q of day  Nov. 21st</title><content type='html'>is man kind inately good or inately evil? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110102496781257422?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110102496781257422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110102496781257422' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110102496781257422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110102496781257422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/q-of-day-nov-21st.html' title='Q of day  Nov. 21st'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110102477527381508</id><published>2004-11-21T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:12:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to go or not to go...</title><content type='html'>well i haven't posted in a while because i have been in Albq. It was a fun trip up and although i have had virtually no sleep it has been okay. I liked seeing my friends. I'm not sure what life is going to be like when we move up here for good. For starters i got lost i don't know how many times. It just seems very different then i had imagined it to be origianally. I'm not really so sure i'm going to like it and plus i like Cruces. I mean sure the whole town closes by nine but it is my little town. I know the ins and outs and i know the campus. i can get to anywhere almost in twenty mins. I don't know i guess i'm just having second thoughts. I have this feeling like i need to do this for some reason but i just don't want to. I don't know what to think or what to do. Oh well just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110102477527381508?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110102477527381508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110102477527381508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110102477527381508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110102477527381508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='to go or not to go...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110082501331109161</id><published>2004-11-18T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:43:33.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterdays Q</title><content type='html'>i would like to say to Dustin that is sweet and to an anonymous person out there that you are only allowed to take a lesbian lover if it is me but it probably is so i'll let you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110082501331109161?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110082501331109161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110082501331109161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110082501331109161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110082501331109161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterdays-q.html' title='yesterdays Q'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110082458275709780</id><published>2004-11-18T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:36:22.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q of the day</title><content type='html'>Do we really exist? Why or Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110082458275709780?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110082458275709780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110082458275709780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110082458275709780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110082458275709780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/q-of-day.html' title='Q of the day'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110073060330626798</id><published>2004-11-17T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:33:45.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's blog</title><content type='html'>okay Abby has a blog now it is called Stary Night. check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110073060330626798?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110073060330626798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110073060330626798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110073060330626798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110073060330626798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/abbys-blog.html' title='Abby&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110072861529628966</id><published>2004-11-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T13:56:55.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention all Albuquerqueians...</title><content type='html'>Okay this is tenative but Abby and I may be coming down this weekend and we may bring either Brett or Red or both with us. Ashley already knows this because we will probably be staying with her and going out with her however i would also like to stay with beth for a night if i can and i want to see you all. So please tell me if you want to see us and we will try and make plans. I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110072861529628966?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110072861529628966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110072861529628966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110072861529628966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110072861529628966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/attention-all-albuquerqueians.html' title='Attention all Albuquerqueians...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110072806587508597</id><published>2004-11-17T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T13:47:45.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouestion of the day.</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone here is a new attraction to insertcatchytitlhere. I will post a question every day (or as close as possible) and you all are welcome and encouraged to respond to your liking. This should be fun...   If you were trapped on a dessert island and you could be trapped there with one member of the opposit sex and one item (not food, clothing or water) Who and what would they be and why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110072806587508597?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110072806587508597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110072806587508597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110072806587508597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110072806587508597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/ouestion-of-day.html' title='Ouestion of the day.'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110065893104178855</id><published>2004-11-16T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:35:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>okay i promise to do more to this but i have to go to rehersal right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110065893104178855?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110065893104178855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110065893104178855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110065893104178855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110065893104178855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110065725700004245</id><published>2004-11-16T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:07:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahooooooo!!</title><content type='html'>Tracydear and Julie i'm so glad to hear from you. I miss you guys sooooooo much! Oh things have been so lonely here withought my friends. You both need to tell me when you are coming home this break. I want to see everyone. We really need to catch up. Julie my e-mail address is amyh45@hotmail.com if you want to e-mail me (or anyone else for that matter.) And Tracydear i have been trying to call you for three weeks. I really need to talk to you. I hope you both are doing well. I love and miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110065725700004245?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110065725700004245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110065725700004245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110065725700004245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110065725700004245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/wahooooooo.html' title='Wahooooooo!!'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110038389274059763</id><published>2004-11-13T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:11:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beth...</title><content type='html'>sorry about that i changed it so you can comment anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110038389274059763?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110038389274059763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110038389274059763' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110038389274059763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110038389274059763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/beth.html' title='beth...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110038366980744770</id><published>2004-11-13T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:40:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin...</title><content type='html'>that would be great Dustin thanks i have no idea how.  Also how do you add pictures? Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110038366980744770?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110038366980744770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110038366980744770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110038366980744770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110038366980744770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/dustin.html' title='Dustin...'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110038363309606271</id><published>2004-11-13T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:07:13.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mayfeild lost</title><content type='html'>It is a sad sad day for mayfeildians today. We, or they rather, got thuroghly pumbled by the Cruces High Bulldogs. 31 to 10. :(  I hope our Seth can heal himself up before they have to play La Cuava next week. Good luck boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110038363309606271?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110038363309606271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110038363309606271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110038363309606271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110038363309606271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/mayfeild-lost.html' title='mayfeild lost'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115943.post-110020192680147923</id><published>2004-11-11T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:38:46.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha i made one too!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey everybody, Amy here, I finnaly did one of these after much prompting from laura. I have to warn you though i'm not very good at this kind of thing and it may turn out that i have nothing intersting to say. But it may also turn out that since i'm not talking to anyone in perticular that i can say more.  Either way here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115943-110020192680147923?l=catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/110020192680147923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9115943&amp;postID=110020192680147923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110020192680147923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115943/posts/default/110020192680147923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchyblogtitle.blogspot.com/2004/11/ha-i-made-one-too.html' title='Ha i made one too!!!'/><author><name>Amydear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11064555197355103188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2174298_94e13ad8cb_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
