<?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-6905462450445315263</id><updated>2011-11-19T15:30:27.828-08:00</updated><category term='summer time'/><category term='canning experiance'/><category term='songs'/><category term='driving blunders'/><category term='missouri'/><category term='mini vacation'/><title type='text'>my three ring circus</title><subtitle type='html'>giving you the behind the scenes of my crazy life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-1307484182861994406</id><published>2011-11-19T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:30:27.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last post was 2009.. here is an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The last post to this blog was right after a small melt down. I believe after that I moved in with a friend, Mila. That didn't go so well, luckily we were able to working things out and we are still friends. Oh yeah, I had another break down and decided to move back to Missouri, with my family. Thanks to my sister (Melissa) I was able to get an interview with the same company she worked at. I got the job, and became slightly successful. Not in that I accumulated a bunch of money, but I was finally stable. I had an apartment, I had a car. I was able to afford things I wanted, I still had problems here and there paying for things. I wasn't very good at managing my money. (I have gotten better at it though... I think)&lt;br /&gt;Then I crashed my car, got a new car lost my job, lost my new car, made a quick decision. I was going back to Maryland 1month short of a year in Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;That was 10 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it for now, I'll tell you about the good stuff later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-1307484182861994406?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1307484182861994406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-last-post-was-2009-here-is-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1307484182861994406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1307484182861994406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-last-post-was-2009-here-is-update.html' title='My last post was 2009.. here is an update'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-3265520753717824160</id><published>2009-11-06T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:35:50.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing home</title><content type='html'>I'll start this out blunt and perfectly honest, i miss home.  I miss everyone, and everything, thats all there is to it, i hope everyone who reads this knows i truly do miss you all. This life can be one stressful headache, and life with all of you was generally good. But things change, and they always will, just gotta keep moving forward with it. lots of Love -Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-3265520753717824160?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3265520753717824160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/3265520753717824160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/3265520753717824160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-home.html' title='missing home'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-1947874529789825372</id><published>2009-10-28T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:34:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting tables</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Like i jsut wrote i am now a waitress at a Mexican restaurant, and man the nerve of some people. One thing that drives me mad is when a someone get this great plate of food and it has something wrong with it, ok understandable you want a different one ok, then the manager is like oh they shouldn't have to pay for their meal because it had somthing wrong with it, ok thats also understandable, and great now the person only has to pay for their drink, which is probably only 3 dollars. Now what pisses me off is when that person just got a free meal, decides that its the servers fault that the cook fucked it up and leaves a fucking two dollar tip. So they just got to eat at a fine dinning restaurant for $5. WTF people! You got a meal for free the least you can do is make it up in the tip and be cool to your server. You don't have to be that stingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-1947874529789825372?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1947874529789825372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting-tables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1947874529789825372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1947874529789825372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting-tables.html' title='waiting tables'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-7373202450521172616</id><published>2009-10-28T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:24:20.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok i haven't wrote on this sense August, when everything was going all good. Its funny how one month everything is fine and now for everything to be falling down hill. I mean on one side its still all good, but everything is so much more stressful, being independent can be tiring after awhile. I never got my job for comcast..long stupid story that i don't feel needs to be mentioned... I got a job at Chevey's (a Mexican bar and grill) i have been working there for about a month now, but its really not gettign the job done, of paying off my debts. So i applied at Verizon and yep got that job!!!  I start my training this friday. I really hope it goes good because i have had it being broke and in debt all the time. I like imagined i would have everything paid off with in a month. its been two months and i haven't been able to put a dime down, because every time i accumulate a little bit of money something bad happens and i end up having to spend a fortune to pay it off! I have been so stressed out lately because i have just been so broke. now the people own money to are like ok, where our money you have been working for a whole month so?? where's the cash. And me im just like ready to blow up because i live with them they can see that i am struggling, ohh its just soo stressful. On top of that i have a waitressing job which means that i have to deal with dumb dumb ass people just dying to give me a hard time. i need to step it up a notch make some money and get out of this.  Please for any of you that read this please pray for me, im burning up over here, life is just so hard and i am falling, i need help and i don't know who i can turn to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-7373202450521172616?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7373202450521172616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/7373202450521172616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/7373202450521172616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-8482952315222075664</id><published>2009-08-21T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:29:36.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer time'/><title type='text'>Waterfalls....</title><content type='html'>Beign left at home with nothing else better to do on a sunday, a friend Simon and I decided to do to this place called Savage Village. Its this place in a forest with a creek, i guess, with a bunch of waterfalls.  Its soo pretty, when ther aren't a bunch of people the water is pretty clear and there are rushing fast waterfalls! The kind of waterfalls that you slide down and get a bunch of bruises from while doing it....well we went there and it was a bunch of fun, then Simon  asks me if i think i can climb up the rushing waterfall, me knowing my own strength say no. so he calls me a quitter for not even trying! i know he was playing but still im not a quitter....yeah after trying for like 25min my legs were so tired and weak i realized that i was right to just assume in the first place that i couldn't do it, but that was after the waterfall had is way with me i got slammed against rocks shoved underwater and was pushed into people, and in the end i quite... OH! and while fighting with another waterfall i lost my ring my mother gave me! i was soo upset weep weep...but over all i had a good time, and after i bought stuff for sushi... one of the better parts of the whole day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-8482952315222075664?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8482952315222075664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/waterfalls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/8482952315222075664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/8482952315222075664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/waterfalls.html' title='Waterfalls....'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-1196541994644999379</id><published>2009-08-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:05:52.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok sense being back in Maryland i have completely forgotten about picture taking, i guess its cause i know ill see everyone all the time hehe.  But just for an update, for all those who care and don't know, i decided to move to Maryland, close to Baltimore. Its pretty crazy how everything has been moving soo fast, i got here and a week later i got a car, thanks to a few friends (Barney, and David) and it had been three weeks and i got a job!! &lt;br /&gt; I still need to fix a few things on the car, and im waiting on some mail so i can get a Maryland license and im waiting on the job to call me in about final details.... so in the mean time i have nothing to do....so i spend most of my time having good old fun!! Going to the beach, to a few clubs, going to small lakes and getting my ass kicked by a few waterfalls (im still suffering from bruises on my legs), playing tons of volleyball, and chilling out at night. thats about it but its friday night i still have the rest of the weekend, and well the rest of the week :D fun fun. but in a small way im tired of it all and want to actually start working!but only in  a small way, im sure that once i start working ill be wishing i had time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-1196541994644999379?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1196541994644999379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1196541994644999379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1196541994644999379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-d.html' title='update ;D'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-6527317912925323023</id><published>2009-08-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:08:03.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoXAqp_WijI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9LkBs0b4UGg/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoXAqp_WijI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9LkBs0b4UGg/s320/laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369909969767795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Humor, is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence.&lt;br /&gt;So, laugh at your mistakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Teresa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Teresa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;but learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;Joke over your troubles, but gather strength from them.&lt;br /&gt;Make jest of your difficulties but over come them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-6527317912925323023?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6527317912925323023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/humor-is-spiciest-condiment-in-feast-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/6527317912925323023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/6527317912925323023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/humor-is-spiciest-condiment-in-feast-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoXAqp_WijI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9LkBs0b4UGg/s72-c/laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-3497638550764334670</id><published>2009-08-14T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:44:52.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missouri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some more pics of the rest of my family...this is my niece, she is one of the twins..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW5sMMjgdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/awZjxjAH17U/s1600-h/DSCI0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW5sMMjgdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/awZjxjAH17U/s200/DSCI0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369902299548451282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have no idea which one I'm holding yet their parents do not believe that they are identical..lol...&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the other twin. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW4Y3zaADI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g5Iin05cyQg/s1600-h/DSCI0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW4Y3zaADI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g5Iin05cyQg/s320/DSCI0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369900868145119282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IDK they look pretty much the same to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW4Y3zaADI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g5Iin05cyQg/s1600-h/DSCI0319.JPG"&gt;                                                                                            &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW68Fr1IFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lBBuylwPl5c/s1600-h/DSCI0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW68Fr1IFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lBBuylwPl5c/s200/DSCI0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369903672190115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; _______________________&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my oldest sister michelle____________________&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW8C7XjLDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qDKR_w7n45w/s1600-h/DSCI0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW8C7XjLDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qDKR_w7n45w/s200/DSCI0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369904889191410738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW8duU3C7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b7DqU2_lTwU/s1600-h/DSCI0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW8duU3C7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b7DqU2_lTwU/s200/DSCI0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369905349546937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      all us girls at playoffs................................................                                                                                            My cute little mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW9Ab1-qlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MAdCk52LMlo/s1600-h/DSCI0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW9Ab1-qlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MAdCk52LMlo/s320/DSCI0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369905945880996434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             __________________we all went to PlayOffs, took my little bro hehe_________________&lt;br /&gt;Wow now there is a beautiful family heh (Juliet, Mel, Jesse Michelle, and me, we are missing like four more people  arg........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW9-BymYaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D-6C7oxSM7k/s1600-h/6610_527060660646_159501258_31366413_3008229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW9-BymYaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D-6C7oxSM7k/s320/6610_527060660646_159501258_31366413_3008229_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369907004039389602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW68Fr1IFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lBBuylwPl5c/s1600-h/DSCI0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-3497638550764334670?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3497638550764334670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-are-some-more-pics-of-rest-of-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/3497638550764334670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/3497638550764334670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-are-some-more-pics-of-rest-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW5sMMjgdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/awZjxjAH17U/s72-c/DSCI0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-4323397450803338788</id><published>2009-08-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:15:36.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missouri</title><content type='html'>I just spent two weeks with my family in Missouri, in other words i was basically out of touch with the rest of the world for two weeks, my mom has no internet. I have to drive 12 miles just to get to some sort of internet cafe.  Before i discovered this cafe in our little town they would drive 45 min out to the bigger city to a St. Louis Bread co., or to anyone else the "Panera," just to get to the internet. Hilarious!!! That is my reasoning for not updating this blog, i only had a 30 min. time slot to check my mail an buy plane tickets, no time to write....anyhow here are some pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWZJKi2EgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-NiPZFMmgkM/s1600-h/DSCI0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWZJKi2EgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-NiPZFMmgkM/s200/DSCI0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866513437561346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; after i arriv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWZ5_f9uZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d2HzT5Iy7nI/s1600-h/DSCI0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWZ5_f9uZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d2HzT5Iy7nI/s320/DSCI0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369867352286280082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; my mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my two sisters, Ry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an, Melissa's boyfriend, Ryan, and Nathan, Ryan's friend all went to the winery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; wine, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; drove ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me, and being who we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;re,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;camera in hand we took pictures of our s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;elves the whole trip home, here area few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWaPSwknTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nByPJCUj9I8/s1600-h/DSCI0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWaPSwknTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nByPJCUj9I8/s200/DSCI0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369867718233464114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWajVfxG9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/EqcQB2hy4jI/s1600-h/DSCI0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWajVfxG9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/EqcQB2hy4jI/s320/DSCI0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369868062565669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats enough of silly pics from the winery...now for silly pics somewhere else :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWWeXVvt2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/YC1faymTxxQ/s1600-h/DSCI0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWWeXVvt2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/YC1faymTxxQ/s320/DSCI0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369863579114649442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights later, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWXMju_lII/AAAAAAAAAFw/v0Kf8Jrxj9k/s1600-h/DSCI0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWXMju_lII/AAAAAAAAAFw/v0Kf8Jrxj9k/s200/DSCI0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369864372715754626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went out to a night club.....The guy with us is Dan, it was his birthday...fun fun, we stayed out all night and crashed at his place, but there was a crazy chick sleeping there, enough said....I had so much fun with my sisters, when we get together world watch out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWYOtQJ3_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P9fiHYoR9TU/s1600-h/DSCI0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWYOtQJ3_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P9fiHYoR9TU/s200/DSCI0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865509142126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to six flags, the really tall guy is my little brother, and the blondie is Mels boyfriend, and other little girl is my niece, Bobbisue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW3nCKplFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CXM8HQYJ24w/s1600-h/DSCI0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoW3nCKplFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CXM8HQYJ24w/s320/DSCI0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369900011933504594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out a few other times, with my other sister, its was fun.  I love my family, and i had a great time seeing everyone....xoxoxo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWTEAYRGvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7OV8vjC6n00/s1600-h/DSCI0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-4323397450803338788?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4323397450803338788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/missouri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/4323397450803338788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/4323397450803338788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/missouri.html' title='Missouri'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SoWZJKi2EgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-NiPZFMmgkM/s72-c/DSCI0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-309546932037702496</id><published>2009-08-01T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:50:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To "The Family"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family, has and always will be a beautiful array of colorful people.&lt;br /&gt;From when it started 40 years ago until today.&lt;br /&gt;Each individual is different and original, but with so much in common.&lt;br /&gt;Such as their burning desire to serve and love Jesus, their indescribable love for the lost, and this encompassing love that can over come all.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts are so simple, and loving its hard to fully understand.&lt;br /&gt;That is what the "Family" is, the people.&lt;br /&gt;Of course no one is perfect, so don't try to be,  just live.&lt;br /&gt; Don't get caught in the webbed trap of trying to obtain perfection, because it will never happen.  Keep it simple, simply LOVE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye dear Family, I'll keep you in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          -Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-309546932037702496?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/309546932037702496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/309546932037702496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/309546932037702496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-family.html' title='To &quot;The Family&quot;'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-1756014543490117197</id><published>2009-06-25T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:06:56.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving blunders'/><title type='text'>our GPS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SkVuH7yt5cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FWGBYa6R6CU/s1600-h/gps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SkVuH7yt5cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FWGBYa6R6CU/s200/gps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351804814788257218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Modern day technology is a pain in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;the assss!! I want all humans to always keep in mind that we are sma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;rter than even the best robot because we have common sense.  I have had a stressful three days with our "a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;wesome" GPS.  Day one was great it took us straight to the place i wanted to go, three hour drive to Norfolk, Virginia.  The third day was ridiculous! We wanted to go to Wal-mart but the  GPS sent us the opposite direction! So we drove around like idiot trying to find it in the shopping center.  Oh and for my defence the Wal-mart was hidden....but i dont knwo why the GPS kept on sending us to Ross instead of the Wal-mart. It also doesnt say to turn with enough time, so i am constanly making mistakes and having  to make fast action to get into the right lane or i have to turn around and "re-calculate" my direction...You have no idea how tired i am of hearing "re-calculating" ahh!! i feel like scraming each time it says it, especially when i already know where im going or if i decide to stop some where else...drives me mad.The voice on this this is annoying if it atleast had a better voice, and not some gross computer voice it might not be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;and yes incaes you were wondering you can get lost with a GPS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-1756014543490117197?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1756014543490117197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-gps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1756014543490117197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1756014543490117197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-gps.html' title='our GPS....'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SkVuH7yt5cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FWGBYa6R6CU/s72-c/gps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-2957435100066316147</id><published>2009-06-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:47:55.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving blunders'/><title type='text'>Virginia</title><content type='html'>Im about to take off on a short road trip to Virginia...praying that i wont get lost on the way, concidering all the driving trouble i have been having getting lost... Hopefully ill make the 3 hour drive in 3 hours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-2957435100066316147?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2957435100066316147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/virginia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/2957435100066316147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/2957435100066316147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/virginia.html' title='Virginia'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-2289350528296859574</id><published>2009-06-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:48:30.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving blunders'/><title type='text'>driving blunders....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday to my surprise my canning partner, that drives left. But the show must go on at least for another two weeks, so who is the appointed driver? Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day driving in Maryland, first time really diving on the highway, and first time driving with out someone being there telling me what to do. I'm actually a good driver, i was able to drive in and out of the highways, switch lanes and everything, but i now realize that i am a bit directionally impaired, and can't follow directions on a map.&lt;br /&gt;We took about an hour to find a light that was only 25mins away! Later when we ahd to move it took us an hour and a half to find the light that was about 20mins away. We would actually be going the right way, but somthing would make us think that we were going the wrong way to we would turn around, get back on the high way then realize we were going the right way and have to turn around again....or somtimes i was jsut in the wronge lane and it would take me off on an exit, and i would have no room to get on the highway, so i would have to drive down and find a place to turn around so that i could get back on the exit...it was quite stressful. On the way home was pretty bad too, we only messed up twice but both times took alot ot time to fix! In essance, we drove aroudn in circles all day today, but the good that came about was, we were two free chicks! Free to drive where ever we wanted, even though we got lost, free to choose where to go and how to get there, where to stop and on and on! It was so fun, even though we wasted time, it was well worth it. It was a good first day in charge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-2289350528296859574?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2289350528296859574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/driving-blunders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/2289350528296859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/2289350528296859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/driving-blunders.html' title='driving blunders....'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-1511750068716619327</id><published>2009-06-05T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:29:33.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canning experiance'/><title type='text'>will it rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Every night unless it has been pure sunshine we look up the weather, if it is going to rain we stay up later, make plans for our day off.. now even if it says showers its not necessarily going to rain unless its at least 60% precipitation or more... so last night we were checking the weather, sense it sprinkled today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;dawn looking at the weather report says "it might rain tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"yeah? well, what is the precipitation?" i ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"100%" LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;All that to say i didn't even get out of bed this morning to make sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-1511750068716619327?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1511750068716619327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1511750068716619327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/1511750068716619327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-it-rain.html' title='will it rain'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-664211963031470845</id><published>2009-06-05T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:38:10.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canning experiance'/><title type='text'>CANNING HUMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;these are a few funny things I get at the lights, i really should write them down, they are too good what people sometimes say, well here are the ones I remember...I'll keep updating as i remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I walk to the first car, wave at the driver, and motion to my bucket (on the bucket is a brief explanation of why we are there). It was two young boys about 16 years old...the driver rolls down his window and stares. So this time i ask verbally "like to help out?" more staring, finally he says "what can i do for you?"(a bit puzzled) i  explain, finally he gets it and jumps into action wiggling around trying to find some money! It was so cute, his friends ended up breaking a 20...the power of a big smile :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I walk over to a SUV packed with young boys none of them looking like they can legally drive, and i ask liek i always do..they all scramble for change, adn are giving me there quarters when the kid in the passenger side shows me a bag full of goldfish! and asks if i want one of them.. i had just started my dad and said of course not i dont want to carry a bg full of fish for the next three hours..then the kids says oh well thats ok we are just going to blow them up!  WHAT!! i exclaim, "fine i'll take them" but they had already decided that blowing them up was funner than giving them to me...so they drove away...three hours later they drive by again..showing me that they had bought even more fish! now i only have half an hour to go so i tell them "ok i can take soem fish now" They tell me "no, no we want to blow them up" i say ok ill give you a dollar for a bag. they were soo excited sense apperently they only paid 60 cents for each bag so they gave me a bag of six fish...i decided to give them to dawn's kids. (We went and bought a tank and everything for them, Three are still alive to this day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The other day I (with my big smile) walk up to a fancy car and ask if the guy wants to help out. He looks at me and then at my bucket and says "why should i help?" "well," i start to explain,"some people really like helping out a good cause...(i was being a bit goofy that day..) some people like the feeling of waking up the next morning feeling like they helped someone," and on i rambled for a while when he interrupted me saying "What I ment was why should i help you when the picture on your bucket is of two white kids!!" (he was Indian i think) "oh these kids are Romanian!" i announce, and then explain out work a bit. he could care less he says "yeah right well i would help you if you changed the picture!" by then i was upset he was seriously rude and wasting my time, so i looked him straight in the eyes and said "whatever don't think you would help out, ne matter what picture i had on here!" the guy was so baffled he didn't know what to say. So i walked off, by then the light was green anyway...ugh the nerve of some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I hate it when people wast my time on the lights, i only have about 2 min to reach at least 40 cars, and i have someone at the front of the light asking me 50 questions. "what church are associated with?" "whats the name of yoru church?" "where in Maryland are you located?" "do you know John 3:16?" "why are you out here?" "why arn't you located in here?" "why arn't you helping the poeple that live here?"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and then after i explain all they either give me a hand full of pennies or they say.."well sense its not going directly to help our country i don't want to help" "well that's nice but i help though my church" "hmm well then no" "well i dont believe you?" AHHH!! thank you for wasting my time!!(is what i feel like shouting, but instead i keep smiling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Other people that wast my time are the guys.."hey girl whats your name?" "are you married?" "can i ge toyur number?" "can you call your friend over here?" "can i have your number, or your friends number?" "damn girl you fine, why are you out here" "your getting paid to get a tan" "you me on the beach"  I always have somthing to say to these time wasters, its jsut such a shame that none of these guys are ever that hot:(.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-664211963031470845?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/664211963031470845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/canning-humor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/664211963031470845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/664211963031470845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/canning-humor.html' title='CANNING HUMOR'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-4191555088943721657</id><published>2009-06-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:42:10.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini vacation'/><title type='text'>more from new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSTpZ3lhbI/AAAAAAAAABE/wUIfdnCJ8ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_9105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSTpZ3lhbI/AAAAAAAAABE/wUIfdnCJ8ZQ/s200/IMG_9105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342557397496202674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ok here are some more random pics from new york this is the first night we went out. Keep im mind that this was after a day of canning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSWqm-seMI/AAAAAAAAABs/2M5Vvmpq3XE/s1600-h/IMG_9116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSWqm-seMI/AAAAAAAAABs/2M5Vvmpq3XE/s320/IMG_9116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560716730431682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and a five hour drive and some how we all forgot about makeup, so cut us some slack for looking like crap. first pic is in front of some monument from the 911 attack. This other one is of Dawn and our tour guide (mike) that put us up in his place. They were touching the brass bull's balls! we even got on top and rode the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSWYBjZMgI/AAAAAAAAABk/JmCzXMYm_PU/s1600-h/IMG_9125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSWYBjZMgI/AAAAAAAAABk/JmCzXMYm_PU/s320/IMG_9125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560397446164994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSYPSmwgaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CjGj1SBcPi0/s1600-h/IMG_9140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSYPSmwgaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CjGj1SBcPi0/s320/IMG_9140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342562446428111266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bull.  Here are some other pics from time square...That was awesome! The lights the movement all the energy, and us dumb ass tourist taking a but load of pictures..lol. The one on the bottom, is Mike, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/Sig5-i9_gPI/AAAAAAAAACE/fHlzzbrPdPc/s1600-h/IMG_9191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/Sig5-i9_gPI/AAAAAAAAACE/fHlzzbrPdPc/s320/IMG_9191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343584704576585970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dawn and I, at the first bar we went to..all of us drinking some, form of beer...i was on the edge, taking a bunch of pics, with Pablo and Vi..while the other three were bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/Sig9Eh4PNtI/AAAAAAAAACc/CmtbAQaoOXQ/s1600-h/IMG_9157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/Sig9Eh4PNtI/AAAAAAAAACc/CmtbAQaoOXQ/s200/IMG_9157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588105898112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y talking about God knows what..we were taking dumb pics....So to the rgith you have Pablo and Vi. (Pablo is the one beign licked, Vi is the one in the back ground...JK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-4191555088943721657?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4191555088943721657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-from-new-york.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/4191555088943721657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/4191555088943721657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-from-new-york.html' title='more from new york'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiSTpZ3lhbI/AAAAAAAAABE/wUIfdnCJ8ZQ/s72-c/IMG_9105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-5104834530102409973</id><published>2009-05-29T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:26:18.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini vacation'/><title type='text'>new york, new york</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;New York, the concrete jungle...who ever said that was not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Who visits a state five hours away from New York and doesn't drop by for a visit? Pablo, Vi, Dawn, and I, had the vary same feelings, so we planned a trip. Just the planning was stressful, especially when the other half of your people(the half with the car) is not around to help plan, and don't answer their phone..no comment. But never the less off we went, i hooked us up with a friend to stay with and as soon as we arrived he took us out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The two other girls were hilarious, you know those classic tourist oohing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;awing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; at everything they see? Well that was them. "OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This is the same park from 'you got mail' Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;!!!"and  " i think this was in the one movie with that one guy.." Good thing i went with them, i realized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm a boring tourist, i try to blend in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; That night we went to Time Square, we rubbed the bulls brass balls, and we went to a few bars, not to mention the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;ferry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; we took to get to the city. Fun stuff, out tourist guide had a hang over all the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCmbJQjzmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FScO_3weF3c/s1600-h/SS853351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCmbJQjzmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FScO_3weF3c/s320/SS853351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341452143333461602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We only had one day to see New York, because I'm this hard core canner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; that can't miss more than one day. So we wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  &gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; in everything! But of course that was unrealistic (try telling that to a tourist). We did go to the statue of liberty...and took tons of pictures. The statue its self was closed so we couldn't go inside but we found a grassy area on Liberty Island, and took pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCnApmC5cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/54iOaEEmuJA/s1600-h/SS853366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCnApmC5cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/54iOaEEmuJA/s320/SS853366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341452787668673986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; All the photos of the Statue of Liberty were taken in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  &gt;ferry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; to get to the island, we basically paid $12.50 each to sit in the grass and take pictures.. but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We also ate the classic new york &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hot dog for lunch, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wanted the whole new  york &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  &gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, including "I love New York" T-shirts...can you really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  &gt;blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; us? Well our two day trip was ending that same night so we had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  &gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; sure we had our buss tickets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCoavveVlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbuqYrZowwI/s1600-h/SS853407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCoavveVlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbuqYrZowwI/s320/SS853407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341454335507060306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to get back -our drivers were going else where...So to get to the station we had to take the metro. Our first metro, ride(i was silently waiting for someone to rob us)! We had to buy all day pass cards so we could freely hop from one train to the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  &gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; not going to get into the details of how we had to buy our tickets, but it was dramatic and annoying... but at the station across the street or close by was (drum roll) the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  &gt;Majestic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Theater! But i was broke, i was the only one with hardly any money as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i was not raising fund for my self, and my projects, but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were, so i was the only one limited on funds....so they went and saw "the Phantom of the Opera!" and i waited out side for a friend to drop me off with another friend to go watch a movie...we shall skip the details..so they went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  &gt;Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Park, the only place i wanted to go to, but they were in New York and i was now out side of the city killing time. So while i killed time waiting, they spent time, and met up with us late. So Dawn (the pretty Indian girl in the pics) and I ran like chickens to catch the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  &gt;ferry to take the metro to get to the station to buy our tickets to get to our bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. Now you have to picture this properly I was running in high heels with an overly huge, heavy bag..(we had to bring our own blowup mattress) We were in the metro at 1am..Dawn happily states "Oh good there aren't a lot of people now.." "yeah," i say back,"only one guy and his friends to rob us, rape us and leave us in a corner to die.."(i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  &gt;being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; a bit dramatic) but we were three feet from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; know what to call this guy, a homeless is the best word. He was sleeping on the bench, and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; know why we decided to sit at the same one.  Well we ran like mad to the station asking where to go, we were supposed to get there an hour before the bus left  to get our tickets (we bought them online at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  &gt;burger king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;..), and we got to the ticket booth with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  &gt;literal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;y 6 min &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  &gt;until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; boarding. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; got our tickets waited in line for about 45 seconds and got on our bus ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiC8gwcStMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oZj_7ca8Ob4/s1600-h/SS853428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiC8gwcStMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oZj_7ca8Ob4/s400/SS853428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341476429006812354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;          Dawn and I leaving New York in our bus at 1:45 in the morning leaving New York....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;                                                                         THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-5104834530102409973?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5104834530102409973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-york-new-york.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/5104834530102409973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/5104834530102409973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-york-new-york.html' title='new york, new york'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SiCmbJQjzmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FScO_3weF3c/s72-c/SS853351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-3406326481068978617</id><published>2009-05-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:07:24.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>i can be anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok I'm just getting started on my blog so get over the fact that all i have is lyrics of other people, they are great songs....that simply make me smile... by the way this is called "Grace Kelly" by Mika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I wanna talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(The last time we talked Mr. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;you reduced me to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I promise you that wont happen again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;guess Im a little bit shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me without making me try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mmm mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ahh ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;So I tried a little Freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;MMM MMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've gone identity mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(getting angry doesnt solve anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;How can I help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;How can I help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hello my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hello my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Should I look older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;just to be put on your shelf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mmm mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ahh ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;So I tried a little Freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;MMM MMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've gone identity mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be everything more Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;walk out the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be everything more Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;walk out the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;walk out the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ooooooooooh ooh oooooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;waaa wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(Humphrey we're leaving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;KACHINGA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ok i love the song how its sung more than the lyrics, so listen to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ba04f14d5e621e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3406326481068978617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-be-anything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/3406326481068978617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905462450445315263/posts/default/3406326481068978617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-be-anything.html' title='i can be anything!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147661800251615499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gdz-aR02OcY/SnsKFgPf1XI/AAAAAAAAADw/mm8lS_6CqUE/S220/6610_527060770426_159501258_31366435_8189635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905462450445315263.post-7144903549584127597</id><published>2009-05-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:43:48.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>what if...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is a song by Nickleback, with awesome powerful lyrics, think about it, if today was your last day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;What if, what if, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you're never living twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905462450445315263-7144903549584127597?l=teresascircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7144903549584127597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresascircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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