<?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-8847880909614463536</id><updated>2011-09-09T14:22:35.768-05:00</updated><category term='By Tara'/><category term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Brittney &amp; Ashley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-2023222979112102363</id><published>2009-10-11T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:40:02.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dropping by to Say...</title><content type='html'>This blog is dead... basically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-2023222979112102363?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2023222979112102363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=2023222979112102363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/2023222979112102363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/2023222979112102363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-dropping-by-to-say.html' title='Just Dropping by to Say...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-3521999775678201502</id><published>2009-08-11T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:04:58.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHA HA HA HAAAAA....... HA....</title><content type='html'>I was just looking through all my old writings, and I found this song that me and Ben wrote in 2006. Keep in mind that we wrote it at like 2 am so it's pretty stupid, haha still makes me laugh my ass off though. You have to imagine it like a System of a Down song like... When Angels Deserve to Die--I think that's the one-- like the verses in that song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idiot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( A Song About Bush)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot don't you know your idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your idocrosy has caused me to wan't to hit you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wipe your lies with toilet paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wipe your ass with lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got bannas on your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your writing a sonnet with your cornia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you eat your cat's food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you left it to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had no food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot don't you know your an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your breath wreaks of shityit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you have money in your first aid kitiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you throw tantrums but you like to call it a fitet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idi titi kidi fiti ID-I-OT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your mother knows your an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she called you and idiot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you said "idi something idiot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your brother knows your an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called you an idiot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said "shut up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you father knows your and idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he's an idiot too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your masterbating to a picture of papyas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your shaving cream says caution hyeina butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your refegerater door opens out becasue your inside of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot your phone isint charging cuz its not pluged in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot don't you know your an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your breath wreaks of shityit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you have money in your first aid kitiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you throw tantrums but you like to call it a fitet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idi titi kidi fiti ID-I-OT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you drew a picture of a picture that you saw in playnothing magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you thought eat more chiken meant eat the dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot subliminal messaes do nothing for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause your an ID-I-OT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you thought you had a cuncushon where you where you were sent to a paralel demintion where the you in the demintion was evil and had a goatee and tryed to attack you but it could only hit you where you hit it untill you found out that you had just forgotten to shave that day and were looking in a mirror (takes a deep breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot.......stupid idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot don't you know your an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot your breath wreaks of shityit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you have money in your first aid kitiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot you throw tantrums but you like to call it a fitet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idi titi kidi fiti ID-I-OT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(fading out) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idi titi kidi fiti didi piti liti idi titi kidi fiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-3521999775678201502?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3521999775678201502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=3521999775678201502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/3521999775678201502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/3521999775678201502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahahaha-ha-ha-haaaaa-ha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHA HA HA HAAAAA....... HA....'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-8636963183859129658</id><published>2009-07-22T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:38:21.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Steve McNair...</title><content type='html'>.................. of the Tennessee Titans. Ha! I bet you all thought I was talking about Steve McNair from STEM. No he's alive and well..... I think anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, it's pretty sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-8636963183859129658?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8636963183859129658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=8636963183859129658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8636963183859129658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8636963183859129658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-steve-mcnair.html' title='R.I.P Steve McNair...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-446885168085575156</id><published>2009-06-18T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:50:39.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Around and Around and Round and Round and Around.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yesterday we were finishing our drive to Chicago. My dad had to wake up early and buy some used tires for the trailer, and he had to change them like three times or somethig cause the sizes were wrong... I'm not really sure. About an hour after we past Little Rock (Arkansa capital for all you stupid people out there hehe) my dad was talking to Rosie about the trailer problems and tire problems when all of the suddem "BANG!!"... "OH SHIT!!... god damn it". Yep, ANOTHER tire blew, this time it was pretty bad, it took out some of the sewer and the siding on the trailer. So we had to stop and change the tire, but the spare tire we had was a few millimeters smaller than the one that was already on the trailer, so we had to find a shop and have them put on a new, correct sized tire. At least that didn't take long, it was expencive though. At least nothing else broke.... oh except for the front siding on the trailer is falling down, casue one of the metal beams broke. So bacially the whole front siding piece needs to be taken off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The good news is I finished one of my school books on the trip, and I'm ALMOST finished with history, I should be finised in a few days. After I finish that I just have to finish two math books and I'm done.... forever!! At least untill college but that'll be in a few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm too lazy to spell check, so if anything is spelt wrong blame the lazyness not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-446885168085575156?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/446885168085575156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=446885168085575156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/446885168085575156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/446885168085575156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/06/around-and-around-and-round-and-round.html' title='Around and Around and Round and Round and Around.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-5135252427231693927</id><published>2009-06-16T22:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:27:52.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Tara came over on sunday and spent the night with her mom and cathy, of course as usuall we got sick from too much sugar, and talked untill we made our selves sad and drifted off into deep thought, haha. Next morning we woke up at around five thirty, cause we knew the second the sun came up it would be unbearably hot in the tent. Then we wen't swimming for a little while, there were these little 10 year old girls in the pool too, it's was so funny listening to them talk about strange things like "my dad is a size 8" "my dad is a size 47", and hearing them argue was soo funny, me and Tara were trying our hardest not to burst out in laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on that day we went to Liliana's birthday part, it was so cute, they dressed her up as Dora the Explorer, and everything was dora themed all the decorations, they even did this little treasure hunt with a map just like the Dora map things. 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/SjhvrfRwsRI/AAAAAAAAANo/GGAZNUwTzUk/s1600-h/DSCN4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/SjhvrfRwsRI/AAAAAAAAANo/GGAZNUwTzUk/s320/DSCN4632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348147350423515410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today me and my parents left Texas to go to Chicago, and we're in Arkansa right now at a campground for the night. I swear everytime we go on a long trip we blow a tire, at least this time we've done it so many times it only took a few minutes to change. Bacially this whole trailer is falling apart, right before we stopped for the night we found out that the trailer had a flat tire, some of the siding was coming off, and bacially the whole thing is shifting around. Ohhh I want a house so badly.... you can't even imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-5135252427231693927?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5135252427231693927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=5135252427231693927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/5135252427231693927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/5135252427231693927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/SjhuOwvlW7I/AAAAAAAAANg/BiE4HDF3snE/s72-c/DSCN4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-8023649556479575728</id><published>2009-06-08T01:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:15:03.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Random.....</title><content type='html'>I got my cammera fixed today. Don't expect pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-8023649556479575728?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8023649556479575728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=8023649556479575728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8023649556479575728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8023649556479575728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-4553322769426900119</id><published>2009-05-30T04:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T04:27:50.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I never thought I'd admit this but, I'm on a really bad schedule. Okay, well I'm sure I've admitted that to myself many times before, but I hate when I'm told I have a bad schedule so I don't usually admit it to other people. It's getting pretty bad though, lately I've been going to bed at 4:00 AM, or later, and waking up at 1:00 PM, maybe 1:30 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Really it wouldn't be that much of a problem except for this stupid little voice in my head that keeps telling me "your wasting your day!! your day is almost over and you just woke up 3 hours ago!!". There's so much stuff I SHOULD be doing, that I'm not because by the time I work out, shower, and make dinner, (which are all musts) it's nighttime, and for me, nighttime is free time (by that I mean I'm free to do whatever I want without being plagued by guilt that I'm not doing something more productive :D).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Hopefully I'll be able to start going to bed earlier.... and soon... I have a feeling this is wreaking havoc on me in ways I can't even imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-4553322769426900119?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4553322769426900119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=4553322769426900119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4553322769426900119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4553322769426900119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-5238376906675888300</id><published>2009-05-25T01:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:42:44.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been debating recently whether I should go through my iTunes and delete all the stuff I barely listen to. The only thing stopping me is the fact that once it's gone I'll probably miss it..... and have to download it all again. I'm too fickle sometimes.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  In other news, now that I'm back home after a month long vacation, I have to start doing school, and working out again..... yeahhh not looking forward to that. I still have half of two math books one I was supposed to finish last year, the other is supposed to be finished once school is out. That's not happening. I have a mess of things that need to be finished..... I guess my attention span isn't long enough.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Oh, I made brownies today, they turned out like crap. Well, actually they weren't that bad, just not as good as I've made them before. Damn recipe... I have a feeling it changed itself.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  I've been thinking that I should dye my hair a chocolate brown and put in some highlights, what do you guys think? Not super bright highlights like nasty zebra stripes or anything, just subtle highlights, maybe some lowlights too. I just need something different. I'm bored of black... and sick of everyone saying "you dyed your hair black?!? But it was already black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-5238376906675888300?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5238376906675888300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=5238376906675888300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/5238376906675888300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/5238376906675888300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-4174921739933834351</id><published>2009-05-22T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:42:13.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Baja</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Houston now, after two weeks of vacation in Baja. It's ALOT more boring here, I still haven't unpacked, I've come to a conclusion that this place is always a wreck when I'm here. The flight was good, we didn't crash OR get hyjacked by terrorists..... even thought that would have been kina cool. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super fun there. One of the days I was there (I have no idea which) I went to a "water park" with Jimi and some of his sisters, it was really just a campground with one slide, and a kiddie pool that had a few little slides. When we got there they spent about an hour trying to decide wether they wanted to pay the money to go swimming, or go to the bufadora, just to decide to go swimming like they had originally planed, haha. So when we finnally got out of the car, we find out that the only big slide is closed. Bacially we were left with nothing to do, so me and Jimi walked around for about and hour, trying to find a stupid little store to buy snacks, but the signs were all messed up and bacially took us in circle..... or figure eight. When we got there they didn't even have what we wanted, so we had to walk all the way to the OTHER store,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; another fifteen miutes at least. I'm not sure wether that was before or after we went to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; kiddie pool...... Jimi's sister sweet talked the people there to let us go on the kiddie slides, haha but they ended up kicking us out anyway. I was so tired on the way home that I accidentally left my cammera in there car.... yeahhhh that was bad, I didn't get it back for like a week. Which is why I don't have many pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would write more about my Vacation there...... but wanna post pictures, and that'll make this post long enough soo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the only pictures I have from the water park.... haha I always forget to take pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/Shcz53nvBcI/AAAAAAAAALo/sDO55eIAY5s/s320/DSCN4288.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338792952547182018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/Shcz5h9OthI/AAAAAAAAALg/o7p4zQ3VIIw/s320/DSCN4289.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338792946731759122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time I take pictures in a moving car I'll remember to use a FLASH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/Shcz6MTwiPI/AAAAAAAAALw/6dY6ggipUwM/s320/DSCN4368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338792958100539634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/Shcz6Tj2AgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nVL1IaBvZZM/s320/DSCN4366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338792960047055362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are from a resturant in Rosarito, where me and my mom stayed for a few days before we left. The food was really good.... even though I bearly ate any of it. haha...... NO I'M NOT ANOREXIC..... I had eaten an hour or two before then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awww looking at that food makes me wanna do another "what I ate today thing". Just cause I miss it.... sort of. Haha I think I'll have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I Ate Today: Burnt Pop Tarts, and eggs, ice cream, and coffee that tasted a little too much like my conditioner........ don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-4174921739933834351?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4174921739933834351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=4174921739933834351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4174921739933834351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4174921739933834351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/baja.html' title='Baja'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/Shcz53nvBcI/AAAAAAAAALo/sDO55eIAY5s/s72-c/DSCN4288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-1995350600201110019</id><published>2009-05-22T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:43:17.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Technically I'm Obeying :D</title><content type='html'>I'm going to post........ Just as soon as I can think of what to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-1995350600201110019?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1995350600201110019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=1995350600201110019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/1995350600201110019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/1995350600201110019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/technically-im-obeying-d.html' title='Technically I&apos;m Obeying :D'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-907903360803675336</id><published>2009-05-09T00:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:43:32.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I guess it's been a while since I posted last, and since I'm not exactly sure about what's happened since I last posted I'll just start at the most interesting thing, and see what comes to mind after that. So last Sunday (I think) me and Tara went to this teen club thing where a bunch of teens from the area get together and do something, and I happened to be lucky enough to go on the week they played paintball. At first we were kina freaked out that it would hurt really bad because the guys were making armor out of cardboard, and they had told us some pretty freaky stories about things like throats collapsing. So the first game we didn't get hit at all, second game I got hit in the stomach, and really it didn't hurt bad at all, third game I got hit in the head, leg, and back. The leg hurt the worst, and there's still a HUGE bruise left from that one. We sat out the last game they played, which was pretty fun too, we just pigged out on candy and talked about boring things.... and don't ask me how talking about boring things is fun because I have no clue... but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the theaters to watch X-Men Origins with a bunch of people. I thought it was pretty good, it was super cliche and the dialog was painful to hear at times, and you could basically predict the whole thing. If you get past all that though and your a fan of X-men it's good, hehe but I might just like it so much because it has Gambit in it, and he's totally the best X-men ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than on Wendnesday I flew to San Diego to spend a couple weeks with my brother Justin and his wife Nadia in Ensenada. It's SO pretty here, it's so..... vacationy and nice. Yesterday we went to this place called La Bufadora (not sure if I spelt that right or not), it's sort of like a geyser. Somehow that I'm not really sure, but am still trying to figure out, the water splashes against the rocks and shoots up 50 to 100 feet, or somewhere close to that. It was pretty cool to see.... and try to figure out, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later..... PEACE OUT!!! hahahhaha oh gosh that is so lame... it's almost painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-907903360803675336?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/907903360803675336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=907903360803675336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/907903360803675336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/907903360803675336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-i-guess-its-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-67331981896005776</id><published>2009-04-26T18:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:44:32.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>WEEEE!! stupid title!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling good for the first time in days. I've been kinda sick since I got here, with a cough and allergys, also I'm sort of going deaf so my ears have been hurting like hell. But I feel normal today, it's SOO nice. I'm super hyper right now cause I had a bunch of coffee a little while ago and normally coffee never affects me, I guess cause I had black coffee instead of the liquid candy coffee I normally drink. I think I'm gonna get addicted to coffee, haha. Umm yeah... just thought I would post, cause stupid posts are better than none..... even though there's really only two people I know of that read our blog, and I love you two, :D. Seriously comment if you acctually read this.... I NEED to know who reads this blog!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-67331981896005776?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/67331981896005776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=67331981896005776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/67331981896005776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/67331981896005776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeee-stupid-title.html' title='WEEEE!! stupid title!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-6793874520073068255</id><published>2009-04-23T12:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:45:23.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Things and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;I've been at Taras home since Saturday, it's pretty fun. Surprisingly more fun than I had thought it would be, don't ask my why I didn't think it wouldn't be as fun, cause I don't know, I just tend to be a little pessimistic. Yesterday we went to Houston cause Cathy and Tara had to go to a dentist appointment.... it had a very scary waiting room. Basically it was all driving, aside from an hour or two for the appointment, and when we went to eat at Buca De Beppo, this super good Italian restaurant that they seem to have an obsession with hehe.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;On Monday we went to Austin. I had get some aspirin, so Tara's parents give us like five minutes to be in and out, so I'm trying to go as fast as I can. When I get to the cash register the lady is going super slowly taking her good old time, she rings up the aspirin and it's like $4.58. I'm one of those types of people that hates getting a lot of change back, so I usually give a bill and the exact change. Anyway I give her a $20, then start looking through my purse for 58 cents. I didn't really want to take the time to look for the EXACT change so I just give her 60 cents, and of course be being the type of person that hates having change I tell her to keep the change, but I forgot I had given her a freaking $20 dollar bill, I thought I was telling her to keep two pennies. As I'm walking away the lady is like "um ma'am" while waving a bunch of money, and I'm in the middle of running off to the car so Tara's parents don't have to wait a super long time, so I just look at her like like she's stupid and tell her I to keep the change. I didn't realize what I had done until we were like half an hour down the road, I was SOOO mad and I felt super bad cause that was money my dad had given me. That has to be one of the dumbest things I've ever done. I have to admit thought I felt pretty cool saying "keep the change", hahaha.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;  Just for your enjoyment I'll close with a haneous picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/SfCwc6C0RFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5iuToggXPdo/s320/DSCN3470.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327952369843192914" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;I'm sorry Tara :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-6793874520073068255?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6793874520073068255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=6793874520073068255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/6793874520073068255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/6793874520073068255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-and-such.html' title='Things and Such'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/SfCwc6C0RFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5iuToggXPdo/s72-c/DSCN3470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-4094756518531327915</id><published>2009-04-14T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:46:16.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>YESSS!!! for the first time in my life I got first place in a game of laser tag!!! Haha take that suckers!!!...... okay so it was first place on the loosing team...... and it was mostly just kids and people whose guns didn't work. BUT IT'S STILL FREAKING AWSOME!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I WAS going to put up pictures of our barbeque, but it's taking too long, so I'll try again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-4094756518531327915?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4094756518531327915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=4094756518531327915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4094756518531327915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4094756518531327915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-140152121687000497</id><published>2009-04-10T00:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:46:37.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>ARRGGGG</title><content type='html'>I swear I'm going deaf, it feels like someone has thier hand over my left ear..... ALL THE TIME!!! If I touch that place where my ear connects to my face it goes away... but come on who wants to walk around like that all the time!?! Ohhh and just to make it better, I sliced my middle finger on my left hand and it hurts like hell to play guitar now. Gosh I wonder how long it'll take to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-140152121687000497?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/140152121687000497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=140152121687000497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/140152121687000497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/140152121687000497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrgggg.html' title='ARRGGGG'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-3363981203934220182</id><published>2009-04-02T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:46:54.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>That One Thing That Always Makes me Feel Better</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what a good walk can do for you mood. It can take an otherwise... awfull, to say the least, day and turn into one of those days where you wish it could be like this all the time. Even though I know walks always make me feel better, I never seem to want to take one when I'm feeling sad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anyway all this to say..... I LOVE WALKS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-3363981203934220182?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3363981203934220182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=3363981203934220182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/3363981203934220182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/3363981203934220182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-one-thing-that-always-makes-me.html' title='That One Thing That Always Makes me Feel Better'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-4422619121913314765</id><published>2009-03-23T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:48:50.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Tara'/><title type='text'>Somthing to waist time on.</title><content type='html'>100 Truths--&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage→ Energy Drink&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call→ Mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ ......&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to→ Some Turkish Song&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried→ The other day&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. dropped your phone in the toilet → no&lt;br /&gt;7. depended on someone → yes&lt;br /&gt;8. dated someone twice → no&lt;br /&gt;9. been cheated on → no&lt;br /&gt;10. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → Maybe&lt;br /&gt;11. lost someone special →no not really&lt;br /&gt;12. been depressed → yes&lt;br /&gt;13. been dumped → no&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;14. Green&lt;br /&gt;15. Blue&lt;br /&gt;16. Pink&lt;br /&gt;17. Black&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;18. Made new friends → No&lt;br /&gt;20. Laughed until you cried → Yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Met someone who changed you → Umm...dont know&lt;br /&gt;22. Found out who your true friends were → No not really&lt;br /&gt;23. Found out someone was talking about you → Yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Kissed anyone on your friend's list → No&lt;br /&gt;25. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life → Most of them&lt;br /&gt;26. How many kids do you want to have → 2 MAX!!&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have any pets → No&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you want to change your name → Woundn't mind it&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do for your last birthday → I went to a party&lt;br /&gt;30. What time did you wake up today → 8:45 am&lt;br /&gt;31. What were you doing at midnight last night → Watching a movie with Joey&lt;br /&gt;32. Name something you CANNOT wait for → April 18th&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you saw your father → This morning&lt;br /&gt;34. What is one thing you wish you could change →To many to name&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you listening to right now → Turkish Music&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Yes&lt;br /&gt;38. Most visited webpage → Facebook,Hotmail,Kelseys blog&lt;br /&gt;39. Whats your real name → Tara Nicole Paone&lt;br /&gt;40. Nicknames → Tara tot,Tara the tarable,and many more.&lt;br /&gt;41. Relationship Status → Single&lt;br /&gt;42. Zodiac sign → Leo&lt;br /&gt;44. Elementary →.....&lt;br /&gt;45. Middle School → ....&lt;br /&gt;46. High school → Home&lt;br /&gt;47. Hair color → Dirty Blond or Light brown&lt;br /&gt;48. Long or short → Longish&lt;br /&gt;49. Height → 5,3 or 4&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you have a crush on someone → Yes&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you like about yourself → Not sure&lt;br /&gt;53. Piercings → 2&lt;br /&gt;54. Skipped Class → Yes&lt;br /&gt;55. Righty or lefty → Righty&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;56. First love → Declan!!&lt;br /&gt;57. First piercing → Ears&lt;br /&gt;58. First best friend → I dont remember&lt;br /&gt;59. First sport you joined →Im not a sports person&lt;br /&gt;60. First pet → Umm maybe a dog not really sure&lt;br /&gt;61. First vacation → First real vacation was Ixtapa Mexico&lt;br /&gt;62. First concert → Wordstock heh&lt;br /&gt;63. First crush → Dont remember&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;64. Eating → Gum&lt;br /&gt;65. Drinking → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;66. I'm about to → Get off the computer&lt;br /&gt;67. Listening to → Turkish Music&lt;br /&gt;68. Waiting for → My mom&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;69. Want kids → ...Maybe&lt;br /&gt;70. Want to get married → Maybe&lt;br /&gt;71. Careers in mind → Nope&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :&lt;br /&gt;72. Lips or eyes → Lips&lt;br /&gt;73. Hugs or kisses → Kisses&lt;br /&gt;74. Shorter or taller → Taller&lt;br /&gt;75. Older or Younger →Older&lt;br /&gt;76. Romantic or spontaneous → Dont care&lt;br /&gt;77. Nice stomach or nice arms → Arms&lt;br /&gt;78. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;79. Hook-up or relationship →Dont care&lt;br /&gt;80. Trouble maker or hesitant → Either or&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;81. Kissed a stranger → No&lt;br /&gt;82. Dined &amp;amp; Dashed → No&lt;br /&gt;83. Lost glasses/contacts → Dont wair them&lt;br /&gt;85. Broken someone's heart → Hope not&lt;br /&gt;86. Had your own heart broken → Yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Been arrested → Nope&lt;br /&gt;88. Turned someone down → Yes&lt;br /&gt;89. Cried when someone died → Yes&lt;br /&gt;90. Liked a friend that is a girl? →No&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;91. Yourself → Not sure&lt;br /&gt;92. Miracles → Yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Love at first sight → No&lt;br /&gt;94. Heaven → Yes&lt;br /&gt;95. Santa Clause → No&lt;br /&gt;96. Kiss on the first date → Sure&lt;br /&gt;97. Angels → Yes&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;98. Is there one person you want to be with right now → Yes&lt;br /&gt;99. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time → No&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths → Whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-4422619121913314765?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4422619121913314765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=4422619121913314765&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4422619121913314765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4422619121913314765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/somthing-to-waist-time-on.html' title='Somthing to waist time on.'/><author><name>Tara Paone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829824767064445668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-6821452468521889920</id><published>2009-03-13T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:49:16.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Darnit!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I completely deleted my old blog. I mean come on I could have at least left it open and just told people it was closed. Now I want to go back and read all my old posts and look at my old pictures. Why oh why did I have to be so...... spontaneous. That's like.... throwing away an old scrapbook or something, it's just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's too short to just leave as a post. I spent like two hours today writing down a bunch of scales, really obscure ones that I'd never heard of until a week or so ago like, Gypsy, Japanese pentatonic, Mixolydian, or Dorian. I'm not gonna be able to look at the letters A through G the same again. Haha and now every time I do algebra I'll be saying "A flat times X flat two equals AX flatted three" ........ haha I say everything in algebra wrong. It's just so much more fun my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new bands to listen to... if anyone has some ideas I'd be happy to hear them. I'm starting to run out of ways to find new bands.... today I looked up "garage punk" on wikipedia in the hopes of finding another band like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Your Own Pet&lt;/span&gt; ( if you've heard of them props to you). Needless to say it didn't work out to great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8847880909614463536-6821452468521889920?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6821452468521889920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=6821452468521889920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/6821452468521889920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/6821452468521889920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/darnit.html' title='Darnit!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-7560908755427065618</id><published>2009-03-11T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:49:40.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>Okay this shows just how bored I get, I actually look up lists of phobias. Hahaha it's shockingly entertaining. These are just the funniest ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;Allodoxaphobia-- Fear of opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Ambulophobia-- Fear of walking. ( how the hell do they move then??)&lt;br /&gt;Androphobia-- Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;Arachibutyrophobia-- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Barophobia-- Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Cacophobia-- Fear of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;Cathisophobia-- Fear of sitting.&lt;br /&gt;Chirophobia-- Fear of hands. (I wonder if anyone with this has cut their hands off)&lt;br /&gt;Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia-- Fear of money.&lt;br /&gt;Coprastasophobia-- Fear of constipation.&lt;br /&gt;Consecotaleophobia-- Fear of chopsticks. (HAHAHAH imagine if they went to china)&lt;br /&gt;Dextrophobia-- Fear of objects at the right side of the body.&lt;br /&gt;Dikephobia-- Fear of justice.&lt;br /&gt;Dutchphobia-- Fear of the Dutch.&lt;br /&gt;Ephebiphobia-- Fear of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;Ereuthrophobia-- Fear of blushing.&lt;br /&gt;Eurotophobia-- Fear of female genitalia.&lt;br /&gt;Francophobia-- Fear of France or French culture. (hahah the french freak me out too)&lt;br /&gt;Geumaphobia or Geumophobia-- Fear of taste.&lt;br /&gt;Gynephobia or Gynophobia-- Fear of women.&lt;br /&gt;Heliophobia-- Fear of the sun. (dude their obviously vampires!!)&lt;br /&gt;Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia-- Fear of the number 666.&lt;br /&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia-- Fear of long words.&lt;br /&gt;Ideophobia-- Fear of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Ithyphallophobia-- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.&lt;br /&gt;Judeophobia-- Fear of Jews.&lt;br /&gt;Lachanophobia-- Fear of vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Menophobia-- Fear of menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;Mnemophobia-- Fear of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Nomatophobia-- Fear of names.&lt;br /&gt;Novercaphobia-- Fear of your step-mother. (poor step-mothers have such bad reputations)&lt;br /&gt;Octophobia -- Fear of the figure 8.&lt;br /&gt;Optophobia-- Fear of opening one's eyes. (so... they don't open their eyes?)&lt;br /&gt;Panophobia or Pantophobia-- Fear of everything. (haha poor people)&lt;br /&gt;Peladophobia-- Fear of bald people.&lt;br /&gt;Phobophobia-- Fear of phobias.&lt;br /&gt;Porphyrophobia-- Fear of the color purple.&lt;br /&gt;(Q doesn't have a single phobia...... really??)&lt;br /&gt;Russophobia-- Fear of Russians. ( this is a totally legitamate fear.... I mean their Russians for god sake they're the scariest race... seriously in every spy movie they're the bad guys)&lt;br /&gt;Scriptophobia-- Fear of writing in public.&lt;br /&gt;Symmetrophobia-- Fear of symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;Trichopathophobia or Trichophobia-- Fear of hair&lt;br /&gt;Urophobia-- Fear of urine or urinating.&lt;br /&gt;Vestiphobia-- Fear of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Walloonphobia-- Fear of the Walloons. (no idea what "walloons" is but I needed to have a W)&lt;br /&gt;Xanthophobia-- Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.&lt;br /&gt;(once again no Y)&lt;br /&gt;Zelophobia-- Fear of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know why the text is black, and I can't fix it.... so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-7560908755427065618?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7560908755427065618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=7560908755427065618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/7560908755427065618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/7560908755427065618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-8694102846256072495</id><published>2009-03-04T22:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:50:16.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Saturday makes me want to pull out all the condiments and other nasty gooey things in the fridge and put them togeather in a single cup, to see if I get my little sister to eat/drink it." --Brother #8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love older brothers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-8694102846256072495?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8694102846256072495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=8694102846256072495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8694102846256072495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8694102846256072495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-makes-me-want-to-pull-out-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-271308461028755769</id><published>2009-02-26T23:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:51:32.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Pay Back</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me this on myspace, I laughed so hard, I just thought that I'd share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;I never&lt;wbr&gt; quite&lt;wbr&gt; figur&lt;wbr&gt;ed out why the sexua&lt;wbr&gt;l urge of men and women&lt;wbr&gt; diffe&lt;wbr&gt;r so much.&lt;wbr&gt; And I never&lt;wbr&gt; have figur&lt;wbr&gt;ed out the whole&lt;wbr&gt; Venus&lt;wbr&gt; and Mars thing&lt;wbr&gt;. I have never&lt;wbr&gt; figur&lt;wbr&gt;ed out why men think&lt;wbr&gt; with their&lt;wbr&gt; head and women&lt;wbr&gt; with their&lt;wbr&gt; heart&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMP&lt;wbr&gt;LE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One eveni&lt;wbr&gt;ng last week,&lt;wbr&gt; my girlf&lt;wbr&gt;riend&lt;wbr&gt; and I were getti&lt;wbr&gt;ng into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;wbr&gt; the passi&lt;wbr&gt;on start&lt;wbr&gt;s to heat up, and she event&lt;wbr&gt;ually&lt;wbr&gt; says,&lt;wbr&gt; “I don’t&lt;wbr&gt; feel like it, I just want you to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;wbr&gt; “WHAT&lt;wbr&gt;??!! What was that?&lt;wbr&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says the words&lt;wbr&gt; that every&lt;wbr&gt; boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iend on the plane&lt;wbr&gt;t dread&lt;wbr&gt;s to hear…&lt;br /&gt;“You’&lt;wbr&gt;re just not in touch&lt;wbr&gt; with my emoti&lt;wbr&gt;onal needs&lt;wbr&gt; as a woman&lt;wbr&gt; enoug&lt;wbr&gt;h for me to satis&lt;wbr&gt;fy your physi&lt;wbr&gt;cal needs&lt;wbr&gt; as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She respo&lt;wbr&gt;nded to my puzzl&lt;wbr&gt;ed look by sayin&lt;wbr&gt;g, “Can’&lt;wbr&gt;t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedro&lt;wbr&gt;om?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reali&lt;wbr&gt;zing that nothi&lt;wbr&gt;ng was going&lt;wbr&gt; to happe&lt;wbr&gt;n that night&lt;wbr&gt;, I went to sleep&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I opted&lt;wbr&gt; to take the day off of work to spend&lt;wbr&gt; time with her. We went out to a nice lunch&lt;wbr&gt; and then went shopp&lt;wbr&gt;ing at a big, big unnam&lt;wbr&gt;ed depar&lt;wbr&gt;tment&lt;wbr&gt; store&lt;wbr&gt;. I walke&lt;wbr&gt;d aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d with her while&lt;wbr&gt; she tried&lt;wbr&gt; on sever&lt;wbr&gt;al diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent very expen&lt;wbr&gt;sive outfi&lt;wbr&gt;ts. She could&lt;wbr&gt;n’t decid&lt;wbr&gt;e which&lt;wbr&gt; one to take,&lt;wbr&gt; so I told her we’d just buy them all. She wante&lt;wbr&gt;d new shoes&lt;wbr&gt; to compl&lt;wbr&gt;iment&lt;wbr&gt; her new cloth&lt;wbr&gt;es, so I said,&lt;wbr&gt; “Lets&lt;wbr&gt; get a pair for each outfi&lt;wbr&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;We went on to the jewel&lt;wbr&gt;ry depar&lt;wbr&gt;tment&lt;wbr&gt; where&lt;wbr&gt; she picke&lt;wbr&gt;d out a pair of diamo&lt;wbr&gt;nd earri&lt;wbr&gt;ngs. Let me tell you… she was so excit&lt;wbr&gt;ed. She must have thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht I was one wave short&lt;wbr&gt; of a shipw&lt;wbr&gt;reck.&lt;wbr&gt; I start&lt;wbr&gt;ed to think&lt;wbr&gt; she was testi&lt;wbr&gt;ng me becau&lt;wbr&gt;se she asked&lt;wbr&gt; for a tenni&lt;wbr&gt;s brace&lt;wbr&gt;let when she doesn&lt;wbr&gt;’t even know how to play tenni&lt;wbr&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;wbr&gt; I threw&lt;wbr&gt; her for a loop when I said,&lt;wbr&gt; “That&lt;wbr&gt;’s fine,&lt;wbr&gt; honey&lt;wbr&gt;.” She was almos&lt;wbr&gt;t neari&lt;wbr&gt;ng sexua&lt;wbr&gt;l satis&lt;wbr&gt;facti&lt;wbr&gt;on from all of the excit&lt;wbr&gt;ement&lt;wbr&gt;. Smili&lt;wbr&gt;ng with excit&lt;wbr&gt;ed antic&lt;wbr&gt;ipati&lt;wbr&gt;on, she final&lt;wbr&gt;ly said,&lt;wbr&gt; “I think&lt;wbr&gt; this is all dear,&lt;wbr&gt; let’s&lt;wbr&gt; go to the cashi&lt;wbr&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could&lt;wbr&gt; hardl&lt;wbr&gt;y conta&lt;wbr&gt;in mysel&lt;wbr&gt;f when I blurt&lt;wbr&gt;ed out, “No honey&lt;wbr&gt;, I don’t&lt;wbr&gt; feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face just went compl&lt;wbr&gt;etely&lt;wbr&gt; blank&lt;wbr&gt; as her jaw dropp&lt;wbr&gt;ed with a baffl&lt;wbr&gt;ed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT&lt;wbr&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said,&lt;wbr&gt; “Hone&lt;wbr&gt;y! I just want you to HOLD this stuff&lt;wbr&gt; for a while&lt;wbr&gt;. You’r&lt;wbr&gt;e just not in touch&lt;wbr&gt; with my finan&lt;wbr&gt;cial needs&lt;wbr&gt; as a man enoug&lt;wbr&gt;h for me to satis&lt;wbr&gt;fy your shopp&lt;wbr&gt;ing needs&lt;wbr&gt; as a woman&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when she had this look like she was going&lt;wbr&gt; to kill me, I added&lt;wbr&gt;, “Why can’t&lt;wbr&gt; you just love me for who I am and not for the thing&lt;wbr&gt;s I buy you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appar&lt;wbr&gt;ently&lt;wbr&gt; I’m not havin&lt;wbr&gt;g sex tonig&lt;wbr&gt;ht eithe&lt;wbr&gt;r… but at least&lt;wbr&gt; that b*&lt;wbr&gt;*** knows&lt;wbr&gt; I’m smart&lt;wbr&gt;er than her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-271308461028755769?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/271308461028755769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=271308461028755769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/271308461028755769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/271308461028755769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-pay-back.html' title='The Perfect Pay Back'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-823419337534090212</id><published>2009-02-19T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:52:57.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning while I was nice and sound asleep, a picture fell on my head. Damn those pictures and their evil plots to kill me :P. Thankfully I was still asleep enough to say some very bad words, throw the picture to the other side of the bed, and go back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-823419337534090212?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/823419337534090212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=823419337534090212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/823419337534090212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/823419337534090212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-morning-while-i-was-nice-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-7239276227426389426</id><published>2009-02-17T11:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:54:00.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Tara'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Chubby</title><content type='html'>Today is Winston first birthday, he is the love of my life, I love him more then anything the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gotten so big my chub, learned so much, gotten so smart, and become so cute. You are the one thing that can make my day better. Just seeing you makes me smile and feel happy. I love you. Happy Birthday Winston.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr86GjW9fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/exPu_vJCDS8/s1600-h/Winston+January+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr86GjW9fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/exPu_vJCDS8/s320/Winston+January+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303829586303710706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr-PtIS07I/AAAAAAAAAXA/mK0K6_CTLxM/s1600-h/Winston+January+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr-PtIS07I/AAAAAAAAAXA/mK0K6_CTLxM/s320/Winston+January+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831056948057010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr9sUHcYEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dAiC5MKd67g/s1600-h/Winston+January+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr61pSO_AI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CUCY-KwzBiA/s320/Winston+January+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303827310704524290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr85--aN5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/TPHke5l4NtQ/s1600-h/Winston+January+042.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/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr85--aN5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/TPHke5l4NtQ/s320/Winston+January+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303829584269686674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr6YJHkGpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8uvOfVATDfU/s1600-h/Winston+January+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr6YJHkGpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8uvOfVATDfU/s320/Winston+January+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303826803853630098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-7239276227426389426?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7239276227426389426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=7239276227426389426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/7239276227426389426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/7239276227426389426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-my-chubby_17.html' title='Happy Birthday my Chubby'/><author><name>Tara Paone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829824767064445668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZr86GjW9fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/exPu_vJCDS8/s72-c/Winston+January+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-7313552905018440170</id><published>2009-02-14T10:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:54:27.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Tara'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day everyone. Love you all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZbukuVGsDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/li3ph6OKVnI/s1600-h/valentines-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZbukuVGsDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/li3ph6OKVnI/s320/valentines-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302687925954588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-7313552905018440170?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7313552905018440170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=7313552905018440170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/7313552905018440170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/7313552905018440170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tara Paone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829824767064445668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl-Po3qUYzY/SZbukuVGsDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/li3ph6OKVnI/s72-c/valentines-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-3934279936686861479</id><published>2009-02-10T03:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:54:43.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>3:08 and Still Wide Awake</title><content type='html'>I guess chocolate and aspirin before bed is never a good thing, I knew both of those things have caffeine in them but I guess it just slipped my mind. I feel like I need to go running or stretch something really active that will actually make me breath, for some reason it's harder than normal to breath, like when you yawn constantly trying to get more air but you end up just opening your mouth and holding your breath. You know what I mean? No? Oh well, at least I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; explaining. The really sad part of all of this is that I have to wake up early tomorrow to go to Brownsville or somewhere around there, I'm gonna be dead in the morning. At least I'll be able to sleep in the car, if I'm not already wide awake by the time we actually get everything packed up and go. As much as I hate moving and don't wanna go down to Brownsville, it will be kind of nice to go to a nice beach again, or at least a half way decent one where there's no Mexicans taking a dump in a bag. Shudders*** I'll be forever haunted by that memory. Well I managed to waste fourteen minutes writing this, I guess I should try to go to sleep again.  See ya later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-3934279936686861479?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3934279936686861479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=3934279936686861479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/3934279936686861479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/3934279936686861479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/308-and-still-wide-awake.html' title='3:08 and Still Wide Awake'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-4734090072571141851</id><published>2009-02-06T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:55:18.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many better things I should be doing right now. Like reading some of the school books that are sitting at my feet where I left them yesterday. Or washing the dishes, you don't even wanna know how long those have been there. Or I could be outside doing something interesting, but no, for some reason I have to waste my time on the internet, doing the randomest, dumbest things you could think of. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay Tara, I've posted twice now, you have to at least post ONCE in February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-4734090072571141851?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4734090072571141851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=4734090072571141851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4734090072571141851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/4734090072571141851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-so-many-better-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847880909614463536.post-8275803318014467926</id><published>2009-02-04T21:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:55:43.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Amy'/><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I'll be the first to post. I know me and Tara have both had blogs before that we never posted on and were pretty boring to read, and well...... this one probably won't be any different, unless Tara decides she wants to posts. Honestly we only opened this one so that Charity wouldn't close her blog, and besides I miss changing settings and templates already. And at least in this blog I don't have to tell everyone what I ate, all the comments can get kind of annoying like "I hope that's not all you eat" and "omg your such a pig" or "that's disgusting, I hope your face turns into a giant pimple". Yeah I'm not gonna miss those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847880909614463536-8275803318014467926?l=brittneyandashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8275803318014467926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847880909614463536&amp;postID=8275803318014467926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8275803318014467926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847880909614463536/posts/default/8275803318014467926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittneyandashley.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rD6rR9yaF4/ShpEnBBGdzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BUMybqo0H84/S220/DSCN4357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
