<?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-4633501187796445825</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:58:12.172-08:00</updated><category term='pets'/><category term='guinea pigs'/><category term='birds'/><category term='cats'/><category term='gerbils'/><title type='text'>Huh? What just happened?</title><subtitle type='html'>The title is fairly self explanatory here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-1846373688801768115</id><published>2009-06-22T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:51:54.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Location</title><content type='html'>My blog will be changing over to wordpress.  The address is thaxtox.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-1846373688801768115?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1846373688801768115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-location.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/1846373688801768115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/1846373688801768115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-location.html' title='Changing Location'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-7152314840344647313</id><published>2009-06-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:19:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Summertime</title><content type='html'>The weather is beautiful, not at all how summer normally is here.  I am hoping (probably in vain) that it will stay nice until I leave for Canada, and when I return maybe a week or two of warm weather and it starts getting cool. Yeah I might be a little too hopeful the unlikely.  I am working on a quilt with super bulky yarn.  Unfortunately when i purchased it, I did not make sure it was not acrylic.  Whoops, I have a tiny allergy as do others in my family.  Maybe next time I will think it through and get super bulky wool for the blanket.   It seems the amount of yarn I have is going to eat me, or else I am going to wake up in a cocoon one day.  I am still trying to decide what to do with my blue/green radiation symbol.  (see previous post).  choices choices.  &lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-7152314840344647313?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7152314840344647313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/7152314840344647313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/7152314840344647313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-summertime.html' title='Ah, Summertime'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5337076399346205098</id><published>2009-05-10T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:28:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue/green radiation poisoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SgepWTU3_8I/AAAAAAAAADE/_dldLsB9TDQ/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SgepWTU3_8I/AAAAAAAAADE/_dldLsB9TDQ/s200/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334418484253687746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished it, but I think I made what was supposed to be a flower look like a radiation symbol. Despite the radiation look I have a good idea for another project. Lets see things to do &lt;br /&gt;  1.  Buy white yarn&lt;br /&gt;  2.  Buy yellow yarn&lt;br /&gt;  3.  Find time to crochet&lt;br /&gt;  4.  Post a picture for all two of you to see. (hopefully more, but who could know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5337076399346205098?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5337076399346205098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/bluegreen-radiation-poisoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5337076399346205098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5337076399346205098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/bluegreen-radiation-poisoning.html' title='Blue/green radiation poisoning'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SgepWTU3_8I/AAAAAAAAADE/_dldLsB9TDQ/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5595927179620403963</id><published>2009-05-09T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:12:00.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SgY3rHok18I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hbCp3dnZwOc/s1600-h/Photo+8.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/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SgY3rHok18I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hbCp3dnZwOc/s200/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334012022590068674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started a crochet project which was originally going to be a green and blue beanie with stripes from the center (as suggested by Ice) now I have completely changed it.  What will it be? well you will have to wait and find out.  I will show you my progress though. It looks like a weird pie or pizza to me, but I promise I will finish it so you can see that there is some order in the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5595927179620403963?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5595927179620403963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fingers-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5595927179620403963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5595927179620403963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fingers-hurt.html' title='My fingers hurt'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SgY3rHok18I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hbCp3dnZwOc/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-2679807237188028106</id><published>2009-04-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:28:15.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the thinks you can think....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SfU0T_7no6I/AAAAAAAAACc/-y7RIWp070Y/s1600-h/0511-0806-1818-1660_Girl_Using_a_Sewing_Machine_clipart_image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SfU0T_7no6I/AAAAAAAAACc/-y7RIWp070Y/s200/0511-0806-1818-1660_Girl_Using_a_Sewing_Machine_clipart_image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329223252246504354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seussical the musical is coming. I must say I have been a part of the madness.  In the last 24 hours I have stabbed my feet and hands with countless pins and needles, made six orange suede vests (Ice will pay later), designed a shell for Yertle the turtle, and many other small jobs.  I even missed church (again, Ice will pay later).  The worst was when I would prick myself and say ow! Ice would simply ask if I was bleeding then say dont get it on the carpet or material.  RUDE!!! Anyways I am now quite bored and am unsure of what to do with myself as I wait for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-2679807237188028106?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2679807237188028106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-thinks-you-can-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/2679807237188028106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/2679807237188028106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-thinks-you-can-think.html' title='oh the thinks you can think....'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SfU0T_7no6I/AAAAAAAAACc/-y7RIWp070Y/s72-c/0511-0806-1818-1660_Girl_Using_a_Sewing_Machine_clipart_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-1945463465718427291</id><published>2009-04-12T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:27:51.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this (I assume you are) you are now forced to go to cottonclippings.com and request a password to read an awesome novel by Ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-1945463465718427291?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1945463465718427291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/1945463465718427291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/1945463465718427291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice.html' title='Ice'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-4728880375095212255</id><published>2009-04-09T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:35:02.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6hpqpRPtI/AAAAAAAAACU/VPjbOgGX8dY/s1600-h/FILE0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 48px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6hpqpRPtI/AAAAAAAAACU/VPjbOgGX8dY/s200/FILE0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322869546792599250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6gu_nXyUI/AAAAAAAAACI/2j6sNzLARhI/s1600-h/FILE0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6gu_nXyUI/AAAAAAAAACI/2j6sNzLARhI/s200/FILE0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322868538809502018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are a few of my pictures from California.  The better ones before i went to Catalina.  I will post the rest later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6ghU3ymOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vsF3S95j7KE/s1600-h/FILE0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6ghU3ymOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vsF3S95j7KE/s200/FILE0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322868303997343970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6gMxCIyyI/AAAAAAAAABs/316P0xlBOJ8/s1600-h/FILE0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6gMxCIyyI/AAAAAAAAABs/316P0xlBOJ8/s200/FILE0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322867950779681570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6ghU3ymOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vsF3S95j7KE/s1600-h/FILE0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6ghU3ymOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vsF3S95j7KE/s200/FILE0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322868303997343970" 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/4633501187796445825-4728880375095212255?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4728880375095212255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/california-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/4728880375095212255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/4728880375095212255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/california-pics.html' title='California pics'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/Sd6hpqpRPtI/AAAAAAAAACU/VPjbOgGX8dY/s72-c/FILE0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-3619440956431073794</id><published>2009-04-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:18:38.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalina</title><content type='html'>Today we woke pretty early and drove to Newport to catch a boat to Catalina.  This was my first voyage.  It was more exciting when MGM rented a golf cart for  few hours.  Perhaps the most scary event (at least when a bus passed by us on a one way road.  All in all it was beautiful.  After the time on our cart expired we ate and then shopped for a little bit in downtown Avalon.  At about 4 it was time to re-board the ship and come back to the mainland.  By the time we got back to the hotel Fire and I decided to go down to the beach.  That was a good idea up until we felt the water and saw it moving in.  So we came back to the hotel and swam in the pool until about 30 minutes ago when we decided to settle into our room and watch A Walk to Remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-3619440956431073794?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3619440956431073794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/catalina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3619440956431073794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3619440956431073794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/catalina.html' title='Catalina'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5433242661994148772</id><published>2009-04-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:25:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's pack up and move to California..."</title><content type='html'>Can you name the artist and what song that is from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MGM decided on Sunday that Ceci, him, Fire, and I needed to take a road trip to California on Monday.  So yesterday at 8:45 am we were on the road (we were supposed to be on the road at 8).  We tried to play punch buggy (for points) did not work well.  We tried to play Fred Mertz but that did not work well.  Then I got the bright idea that I should restart the game of punch buggy and then randomly yell out Fred Mertz (to start a completely unrelated game) to distract the rest of the car and then I sneak in and win punch buggy.  That lasted all of ten minutes.  It was only five hours so it was not too bad.  When we got out to the water it was interesting trying to share Fire's goggles.  I was quite hoarse when I finally made it back to the hotel room do to the large amount of salt water I inhaled.  It is a miracle I did not manage to hit my head.  Today we started out semi-early for breakfast and then MGM dropped Ceci, Fire, and me off at the Fahion Island (a major outdoor expensive shopping mall) then picked us up a few hours later.  We once again went to the beach for a few hours.  Only this time I remembered to buy my own goggles so as to avoid the loveliness of waves and saltwater in the eye.  I tried to find an inflatable, but no such luck.  We went to a Mexican food restaurant and barely convinced MGM that walking was a bad idea.  It was a good thing we did because it began to rain as we ate dinner.  Now here I sit in the hotel as Fire surfs the channels (not the waves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5433242661994148772?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5433242661994148772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-pack-up-and-move-to-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5433242661994148772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5433242661994148772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-pack-up-and-move-to-california.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s pack up and move to California...&quot;'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-8986945528239287921</id><published>2009-03-30T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:41:59.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>The Jovial sound of birds seemed wrong to Ruth, given the circumstances.  Ruth had been in the woods for nearly three weeks or so she calculated and so far she had not been found out.  How long could that last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: given the poll which has basically said that I should just keep this site I will be posting chapters from various stories.  This one is Ruth I will be using just the first name of the main character so pay attention so you do not mix stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-8986945528239287921?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8986945528239287921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/8986945528239287921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/8986945528239287921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-6076499362447014516</id><published>2009-03-27T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:46:29.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not posted much lately, but life has once again become too busy to think about posting much.  As it is the fourth quarter all my teachers have decided that they have not assigned enough and are assigning tons of work.  Nothing exciting is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-6076499362447014516?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6076499362447014516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/6076499362447014516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/6076499362447014516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5506450861511843678</id><published>2009-03-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:45:36.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion</title><content type='html'>Abortion is perhaps one of the most controversial topics today.  If you are against abortion go to this website http://www.redenvelopeproject.org/ and protest abortion with many others.  Just follow the instructions the life you save today could very well cure you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5506450861511843678?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5506450861511843678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/abortion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5506450861511843678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5506450861511843678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/abortion.html' title='Abortion'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5161838551805307957</id><published>2009-03-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:13:16.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundanity with some excitement.</title><content type='html'>This week has been extremely busy, thus the reason I have not blogged in a bit. Anyways I get to school realizing I forgot not only my lunch card, but also my money so I will be ravenous by the time I get home. Fortunately I had an extra card waiting in the cafeteria from the last time I forgot it so I was okay.  There was a surprise student council meeting.  Lets see that was the excitement from Monday.  Tuesday I had a chemistry test which I thought I bombed (not a good way to start the quarter) but I got an A on it so I am not complaining.  Lets see the end of the day turned up with mythology class which 4 people in the class did not read, unfortunately that is more than half the class.  So the following day we were supposed to have reread the chapter, and we had to write a short essay comparing the infernal regions to Heaven and Hell.  However yesterday I got some good news.  My trip to Canada is booked which puts some excitement into my week.  Now I must sign off because I need to figure out a math problem for extra credit.  The reason it is extra credit is because our teacher cannot figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time. &lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5161838551805307957?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5161838551805307957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudnd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5161838551805307957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5161838551805307957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudnd.html' title='Mundanity with some excitement.'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-4683102175237639258</id><published>2009-03-14T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:18:16.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbyPGL1zKWI/AAAAAAAAABk/5UQq_zT8GH8/s1600-h/Lighthouse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbyPGL1zKWI/AAAAAAAAABk/5UQq_zT8GH8/s200/Lighthouse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313278996810770786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I was reading again in Matthew today and again I came across some weird ideas, but I also just got inspiration for this particular photo.  I chose the photo because when I searched Lighthouse in Storm in google this picture had my name underneath it.  Coincidence, not likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption in the photo says, "God is like a lighthouse, the closer you are to him, the easier it is to get out of the storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-4683102175237639258?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4683102175237639258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-i-was-reading-again-in-matthew.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/4683102175237639258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/4683102175237639258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-i-was-reading-again-in-matthew.html' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbyPGL1zKWI/AAAAAAAAABk/5UQq_zT8GH8/s72-c/Lighthouse.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-2118233940287547262</id><published>2009-03-14T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:58:39.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian</title><content type='html'>As I was reading through Matthew 5 I came across some pretty revolutionary ideas starting in verse 20.  I am thinking Jesus was getting some pretty dirty looks on the sermon on the mount because what he said pretty much defied human nature.  From verse 20 - 48 Christ tells us that anger without cause is murder, calling someone a fool or Raca (empty-headed) could induce hell fire, He tells us to make things right with each other before giving to God, if you lust after someone it is adultry, do not swear (not cussing, but I swear such and such happened), turn the other cheek (cliche in regards to Christianity, but we do not really meditate on it), give more than is expected, go further than expected, and chapter 5 is wrapped up with the talk of loving your enemies.  No wonder the pharisees and scribes did not like him, verse 46 says, "For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans (tax collectors) the same?"  I am thinking the pharisees and scribes were not exactly enjoying being thrown in the same loop as the tax collectors, there is no doubt that they were guilty of at least some of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though very early on Christ made some enemies to be loved.  If I were there I would probably not be entirely thrilled with his "little" speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-2118233940287547262?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2118233940287547262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/2118233940287547262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/2118233940287547262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/christian.html' title='Christian'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5495360536698268130</id><published>2009-03-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:32:47.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think</title><content type='html'>Never count your chickens before they hatch.  I know it is so cliche, but I do not care.  We took a pop quiz, not a big deal I am thinking.  I thought I understood, but apparently I would mistaken.  I did not bomb it, but it was lower than my other quiz grades so it brought my average down one whole point.  It is still better than most in the class.  I have my work cut out for me this weekend. I need to master this section before the test.  I still hold chemistry as one of my favorites, along with Spanish.  Sorry, Mr. Z, (&lt;-- noun of direct address) English is not at the top of list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5495360536698268130?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5495360536698268130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5495360536698268130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5495360536698268130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-you-think.html' title='Just when you think'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-3577753703450579655</id><published>2009-03-11T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:20:14.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketched "person"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbhVGzswgvI/AAAAAAAAABc/DKgvATmrqks/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbhVGzswgvI/AAAAAAAAABc/DKgvATmrqks/s200/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312089335929012978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the person I drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-3577753703450579655?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3577753703450579655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/sketched-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3577753703450579655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3577753703450579655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/sketched-person.html' title='Sketched &quot;person&quot;'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbhVGzswgvI/AAAAAAAAABc/DKgvATmrqks/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-3288861312205673518</id><published>2009-03-11T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:04:28.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sketched and crochet</title><content type='html'>Today, I was thinking about how Ice randomly found out she could draw.  I made an almost similar discovery.  It does not look like the person I was attempting, but at least it looks more like a person than previous attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not how I get myself volunteered for these things (why), but I am making ............ for the staff members and an afgan for one of my friends. I suppose I should start these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;KF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: the ............. is because a couple teachers read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-3288861312205673518?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3288861312205673518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/sketched-and-crochet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3288861312205673518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3288861312205673518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/sketched-and-crochet.html' title='sketched and crochet'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-706408869907471098</id><published>2009-03-11T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:39:03.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"Misinterpretation is the most common cause of all problems."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                -Ms. P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;Kara Forestor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-706408869907471098?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/706408869907471098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/706408869907471098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/706408869907471098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-3985121838445229623</id><published>2009-03-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:48:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Ice</title><content type='html'>- Woke up 20 minutes before school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Newfound love for Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Special speaker in Bible talked about abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to taco bell for a drink and came back on campus to eat rice and corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Found out that our lunch account is down to where I owe $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Spanish with false pretense that there was a test, when in fact no test existed at that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to math where all we did was goof around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Mythology with false pretense that the test was tomorrow when in fact it was today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It seems as though my pretenses are always false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After school I ate a snack at taco bell (I see a pattern emerging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went back to school to work on my now completed Problem of Evil movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Came home and found out what was wrong with my voice mail and fixed it (Ice you may now talk my ear off without giving me the ability to reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started writing blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you annoyed with the bulleted list yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Kara Forestor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-3985121838445229623?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3985121838445229623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-ice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3985121838445229623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3985121838445229623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-ice.html' title='For you, Ice'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-2695491577422927343</id><published>2009-03-09T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:31:28.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cats</title><content type='html'>Sut and Patches may be looking for a new bedroom to haunt.  After the stress today I found them both in my nice big comfy chair ha ha NOT!!!!.  They both found their way to the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Cats, can't live with them.  Can't cuddle something that probably won't go on you without 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Kara Forestor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-2695491577422927343?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2695491577422927343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/2695491577422927343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/2695491577422927343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/cats.html' title='cats'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5584905741886284094</id><published>2009-03-09T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:35:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DMV</title><content type='html'>I do not think I have sufficiently complained about the DMV.  Today I was supposed to go in to take my driver's test.  We get out  to the car and as it turned out the right brake light and blinker was out so I now have to wait until April.  The DMV is not exactly my favorite place in the world as you can probably guess.  At one point the DMV will cross the wrong person. &lt;br /&gt;MGM took me and he was not happy at all.  It did not make things better when some people nearly backed into him.  If you actually enjoy going to the DMV we will check you into mental hospital because you are most like stark raving mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Kara Forestor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5584905741886284094?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5584905741886284094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/dmv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5584905741886284094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5584905741886284094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/dmv.html' title='DMV'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-3526930390851434744</id><published>2009-03-09T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:27:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People need prayer.</title><content type='html'>Today I learned that my good friend ELF lost her mother to a car accident.  Her dad was injured.  Please pray for their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-3526930390851434744?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3526930390851434744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-need-prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3526930390851434744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3526930390851434744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-need-prayer.html' title='People need prayer.'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-3216678184372190031</id><published>2009-03-08T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:10:25.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphite Pencils, Trafic circles, and Parallel Parking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.dickblick.com/items/204/61/20461-2081-2-3ww-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 282px;" src="http://cdn.dickblick.com/items/204/61/20461-2081-2-3ww-l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the nifty FALL back and SPRING forward way of remembering things did not help me to remember what time it was.  I woke up this morning a good 15 minutes before church was to start.  This is probably because I thought I was going to get an extra hour so I went to bed an hour later so instead of the 8 hours I had planned I ended up with 6.  Oh well.  I went to my normal 8:30 service at my church then my parents picked me up and I went to the 11:00 service at their church.  From there I went out to eat with Ice and her husband, Mr. Ice, and my parents of course.  After lunch I left my parents to go shopping with Ice.  I should have known better.  Ice likes to go a lot of places that quite frankly I could live without.  Since she recently found out she can paint   (who would of thunk) she went to a couple art stores, a craft store, and Wal-Mart.  Then a few other small random stores.  When I finally freed myself from that (no offense, Ice) we went to meet my parents again, this time for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coffee MGM let me drive to the DMV to practice parallel parking for my driver's retake tomorrow (don't ask). First time I was a good 5 feet from the curb, a little far.  The rest of the time I nailed it.  On the way home we drove near the place where they are moving some kind of harmful materials from one sight to another sight about 2 miles from a housing department.  I am not entirely sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to complain about the DMV, sorry I know how much you are eagerly awaiting that so I will make you wait no longer.  I severely dislike the DMV because it seems so pointless. I mean really you get there and wait in some astronomically long line to get a number then you wait even longer for that number to be called.  If you are really lucky you will get another number that you will have to wait for.  Okay it seems as though I am done ranting and raving so I think I will leave you to your thoughts and hopefully you can find a good mental hospital to recuperate from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Kara Forestor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ice will now be called Mrs. Ice.  it works i think&lt;br /&gt;PPS: did you know that PS means postscript? thus pps would mean postpostscript.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-3216678184372190031?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3216678184372190031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/graphite-pencils-trafic-circles-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3216678184372190031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/3216678184372190031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/graphite-pencils-trafic-circles-and.html' title='Graphite Pencils, Trafic circles, and Parallel Parking'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-5703071658884383716</id><published>2009-03-07T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:29:38.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerbils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Animals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbMNfKPzw2I/AAAAAAAAABU/vB8YCa4vEtE/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbMNfKPzw2I/AAAAAAAAABU/vB8YCa4vEtE/s200/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310603214577714018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do a quick bio on each of my animals.  They all have very distinctive personalities.&lt;br /&gt;Patches (sometimes referred to as the white cat):&lt;br /&gt; Perhaps the most arrogant cat, she thinks she is the head of the house. Is our oldest (11             years) and fattest cat.  She weighs in at just under 20 pounds (huge for a cat).  She is our calico     cat and my baby.  Despite her sometimes mean mien (that word is for you Mr. Z) she is really     sweet to some people, but has a great deal of repugnance towards any other kind of animal         that does not let her pet it.  She has the smoothest fur out of all my animals.  She does not like     chasing things for very long.  She would much rather be pampered than anything else.  Above     all else she is a bully, but like most bullies she is quite the coward and is afraid of everything     but the other cat and me.  She once belonged to Ice, but when Ice moved out without her, she     adopted me.  Fire gets extremely annoyed with Patches and will often throw (or chase)                 Patches from her room.  Patches is the princess of pets.&lt;br /&gt;Hatshepsut (Sut or the black cat for short):&lt;br /&gt; Named for one the most famous female, Egyptian Pharoahs, Hatshepsut is very skittish.  Sut     belongs to Fire and only Fire.  Occasionally Sut can be tamed, but most of the time she is            quite skittish.  She is a little chubby (about 15 pounds), and she is 10 years old.  She has been     the recipient of Patches' bullying for many years.  She likes her fur to grow wild and if we did     not occasionally brush all of her fur would inevitably be matted. Hatshepsut surprisingly l        likes other pets, but hates all cats except for herself.  One time Fire brought home another a     kitten.  Sut would have likely killed that cat if she had the chance.  Hatshepsut is the innocent     (I use the word loosely) pet.&lt;br /&gt;Banana&lt;br /&gt; My yellow parakeet who can be nice when he chooses to be.  Banana used to be second in             command in the bird cage has recently moved up to first.  The older of the two birds hates         coming out of the cage, but when he does he will perch on Sut's head.  Sut loves this because     it gives her the right amount of scratching.  Banana loves to cat fight with the other bird.             Banana is the prince of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;Sky&lt;br /&gt; My beautiful blue and gray parakeet is quite vicious.  He was vicious before he was knocked         booted from first in command so we can not say his viciousness is a direct result of his loss of     rank.  He is also very skittish since he lost his rank.  Sky is a fallen prince.&lt;br /&gt;Rusty&lt;br /&gt; Rusty is one of my almost identical gerbils.  Rusty is quite fat and lazy.  There is no telling to     whether or  not he is above of the other gerbil, we will have to keep guessing there.  Rusty          is the easiest catch between the gerbils.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;br /&gt; Pat is the other gerbil and is not very fat.  However like most jocks, he is not the brightest.          He has been seen to try and run on top of the wheel instead in the wheel.  He loves to jump         from the upper platforms down to the bottom of their cage.  He is very agile in getting from     the bottom to the top with out the use of his ladder. Pat is the jock.&lt;br /&gt;Ginger&lt;br /&gt; Last but not least Ginger is the youngest and newest of the pets.  She is always skittish, but         loves running laps inside of her cage.  Her squeal is sometimes so loud you can hear outside     the house (ignore the fact that the windows were open).  She is also the messiest of the pets.&lt;br /&gt; Ginger is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know a little of about my pets you are probably wondering how, or better yet, why do we have so many animals.  Who knows.  Sometimes it feels like a farm over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Ginger is a vegas guinea pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Kara Forestor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-5703071658884383716?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5703071658884383716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5703071658884383716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/5703071658884383716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/animals.html' title='Animals!'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbMNfKPzw2I/AAAAAAAAABU/vB8YCa4vEtE/s72-c/IMG_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633501187796445825.post-1716476090836767035</id><published>2009-03-07T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:44:24.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://openclipart.org/people/valessiobrito/valessiobrito_Fire_June_holiday_s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 183px;" src="http://openclipart.org/people/valessiobrito/valessiobrito_Fire_June_holiday_s.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke  up to the ever relaxing sound of Ceci shouting a few orders, "Mop the Kitchen, take out the boxes, and clean out the pets,"  okay not too bad nothing to complain about there.  After that I stop by Fire's room to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dclips.fundraw.com/zobo500dir/blocco_ghiaccio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 72px;" src="http://dclips.fundraw.com/zobo500dir/blocco_ghiaccio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see if I can convince her to help me with the chores.  A failed attempt.  So as of right now I am about to start on the nasty smelly animal cages and I am having a knocking on the wall fight with Fire  You will soon find out that I have random and often stupid fights (not always a fight) with my sisters Fire and Ice (I know the names are weird, but one of my sisters had to be Fire and Ice just fits so well for the other sister).  Ice if you are reading this, I am not trying to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;-Kara Forestor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633501187796445825-1716476090836767035?l=wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1716476090836767035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/typical-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/1716476090836767035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633501187796445825/posts/default/1716476090836767035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheredidthetimegothistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/typical-saturday.html' title='Typical Saturday'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505172015760383628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXLK-U9IJY/SbIpQadhYAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vmaxqka5i4Q/S220/FILE0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
