<?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-11853292</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:06.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you need is a spiritual kick in the butt!</title><subtitle type='html'>Life doesn't have brick walls...just speed bumbs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-602522269187656325</id><published>2007-05-02T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:56:44.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stress Level Is Up</title><content type='html'>it's that time of year again. classes are starting to come to an end and that means projects and test like you wouldn't believe. i've been a little stressed with all of these not so happy things. but i'm trying my hardest to make everything work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has abby been up to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjpWyelUGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wL-4rXS4BtE/s1600-h/100_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjpWyelUGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wL-4rXS4BtE/s320/100_0443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060050759067193442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping one of her buddies celebrate his birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjqSielUHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3gRhsouy1Dc/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjqSielUHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3gRhsouy1Dc/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060051785564377202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire down at the bottoms with some of her cru friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjqryelUII/AAAAAAAAABE/EZUvXhA_TPo/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjqryelUII/AAAAAAAAABE/EZUvXhA_TPo/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060052219356074114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was in the fashion with out fabric show....first on stage baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjrsCelUJI/AAAAAAAAABM/DLxYAlpwOiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjrsCelUJI/AAAAAAAAABM/DLxYAlpwOiQ/s320/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060053323162669202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking some sr. pic's for a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjsdyelUKI/AAAAAAAAABU/y1xNCnNRGxk/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjsdyelUKI/AAAAAAAAABU/y1xNCnNRGxk/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060054177861161122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was with her whole family when her uncle got inducted to the mn wrestling hall of fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one might say i like pictures....go figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-602522269187656325?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/602522269187656325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=602522269187656325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/602522269187656325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/602522269187656325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress-level-is-up.html' title='The Stress Level Is Up'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RjjpWyelUGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wL-4rXS4BtE/s72-c/100_0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-9142407272631965080</id><published>2007-04-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:08:40.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaim the uncle</title><content type='html'>so lately i've found myself giving jill a new nickname. KID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never use to call anyone by it and i really wasn't a fan of people calling me by it either. then someone started calling me kid. good old uncle tim. i remember him telling me awhile ago how he calls his sister kid. and now i call mine kid. go figure. i didn't even realize that i was doing it at first. then jill said something. so i tried to figure out where i might have gotten it from... and i came up with uncle tim. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways jill played softball in hopkins on friday...hit a tripple.... she get's it from me...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RiPXj25GeqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8pu-dhwGRWs/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RiPXj25GeqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8pu-dhwGRWs/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054120217870236322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-9142407272631965080?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/9142407272631965080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=9142407272631965080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/9142407272631965080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/9142407272631965080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/04/blaim-uncle.html' title='Blaim the uncle'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RiPXj25GeqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8pu-dhwGRWs/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-4762698656485024111</id><published>2007-04-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:08:01.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebuilding</title><content type='html'>I've noticed myself bottling up a lot of emotions lately...so i knew it would only be time before thing caught back up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few weeks i've been working on this wood project in my 3d design class. our teacher really didn't give us any guidelines just told us to make something. so i was getting really frusterated with this project to begin with. i had finally gotten an idea on what i was going to do...and go figure the teacher hated it, told me to go a totally different way with it. i basically went and threw my stuff on a table and got out of the room before i lost it.  now normally things like this don't bother me at all...but i had to much built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to know about me when things are really bothering me i go from ferusterated straight to pissed off then i come back to being mad and then i just drop it. right now i'm still kinda in the mad stage. and for those who really know me, they know i don't get mad to often...i normally have a big smile on my face. right now i just want to punch someone's face in. o well i'll wait till i get home and take it out on my punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading and stay tuned in for abby's next blog, come soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-4762698656485024111?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/4762698656485024111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=4762698656485024111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/4762698656485024111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/4762698656485024111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/04/rebuilding.html' title='Rebuilding'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-2553397611264010869</id><published>2007-04-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:52:41.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins Opener Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RhKBLQn05aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j8P0G2fgKGY/s1600-h/n52901429_30650393_5080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RhKBLQn05aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j8P0G2fgKGY/s320/n52901429_30650393_5080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049240162676303266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was very lucky this year. some of my brothers friends had asked me in november if i wanted to go the opener, but i knew i wouldn't have the money for the ticket so i said no. i was sad. then my best friend martha asked me if i wanted to go with her. her sister ( which is one of my brother's friends) had gotten 2 exstra tickets, one for martha and anyone who she wanted to bring. o and yesterday was her birthday....that's why the tickets were given to her. so martha asked me to go. to say the least i was very happy. i loved it. maybe even a little more than martha did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the opener-&lt;br /&gt;-me and adam running around trying to find where the creditcard sign up was so we could get our free blankets&lt;br /&gt;-back to back homers&lt;br /&gt;-getting to see people that i haven't seen since em's wedding&lt;br /&gt;-sitting on top of the parking ramp waiting for trafic to pick up&lt;br /&gt;-meeting the drunk boys and laughing at them&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTION&lt;br /&gt;-not having my car towed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-2553397611264010869?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/2553397611264010869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=2553397611264010869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/2553397611264010869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/2553397611264010869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/04/twins-opener-baby.html' title='Twins Opener Baby!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RhKBLQn05aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j8P0G2fgKGY/s72-c/n52901429_30650393_5080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-7627744045037990479</id><published>2007-03-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:33:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time goes by</title><content type='html'>ok...so yesterday i noticed the lack there of with my blogging....to all who seem to read this...aaron and janet.... i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;ya so i really don't have a whole lot to talk about. nothing big has happened in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday i went to the TEC lock in with my sister...where sarah classified my as a chaperione. which made my night. that and the fact that me and kyle power walked around the church for 6 hours....now that's getting some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is red again. nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't know what i'm doing this summer. but i am going to talk to my old boss on saturday. so we'll see what i come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jill played softball on sat. i went and watched....check out the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RgrC3wn05ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kjl0exBZ8sE/s1600-h/bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RgrC3wn05ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kjl0exBZ8sE/s320/bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047060595622602130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...i'll try and keep you on the up and up in the life of abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-7627744045037990479?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/7627744045037990479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=7627744045037990479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/7627744045037990479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/7627744045037990479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-goes-by.html' title='time goes by'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RgrC3wn05ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kjl0exBZ8sE/s72-c/bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-8087850635487397384</id><published>2007-03-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:18:14.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days and nuts</title><content type='html'>ya...so....&lt;br /&gt;i was really looking forward to having break...i needed some time off. the one thing i wasn't looking forward to was my parents hounding me about what i'm doing this summer. so it's been 2 days and they are at it. i'm going to lose it. that's one of the reasons why i'm having a hard time trying to figure out what i want to do this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those that want to know...i've got some options.&lt;br /&gt;-come home and work with porta-potties again and stay at home&lt;br /&gt;-stay up at my apartment and find a job or 2 up at menomonie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way i still have to pay for the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i could try and do something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any words from the peanut gallery for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-8087850635487397384?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/8087850635487397384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=8087850635487397384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/8087850635487397384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/8087850635487397384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-days-and-nuts.html' title='2 days and nuts'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-3480799299856457389</id><published>2007-03-05T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:42:59.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State has come and gone yet again</title><content type='html'>it was that time of year again....state wrestling. i'm a huge fan of wrestling. i sue to wrestle back in the day, never miss a match when i was in high school. i was my brother's biggest fan, when he wrestled in high school. i've been going to every day of the state wrestling tourny since the 6th grade and at least one day every year before that.&lt;br /&gt;this year i had a lot to do. i was taking pictures for 2 different websites and uploading them. i took over 500 pictures. i was always on the run. now they tell my i'm going to have my numbers doubled for next year. they must think i'm superman or something. o well...i'm happy it's over and at the same time i wish it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just have next year's tourny to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-3480799299856457389?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/3480799299856457389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=3480799299856457389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/3480799299856457389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/3480799299856457389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/03/state-has-come-and-gone-yet-again.html' title='State has come and gone yet again'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-9213773665157697859</id><published>2007-02-19T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:51:14.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is once again my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RdoNqu4eVyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/52YyQ1ddjaw/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RdoNqu4eVyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/52YyQ1ddjaw/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033350561330517794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for any of you that read my last blog, you know this past weekend we had the tec church service. well for the past week i haven't been able to eat a full meal. not because i'm trying to stick to a diet or anything. i was so nervous about the church service that my stomach wouldn't let me. you can ask anyone that was around me this past week and weekend. it was really bad on saturday and sunday morning. everyone kept telling me that god will have everything go the way he wants it. well my stomach didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday we had 13 exstra bodies stay at our house. they started rolling in around 5. at 7 we went to the church to try and let the guys practice....turns out that didn't go as well as i was hoping for. we had no drums.....so i had to track some down...so after being on the phone and making many calls for 2 hours...we finally got things rolling...after sending almost everyone back to the house. ben, brandon, knate, and me stayed back at the church until around 10:30. just to get back to a house that is full of high schoolers and janet. thank goodness janet was there...someone else who felt a little bit on the older side of things. we finally got everyone laying down around 1:30....but thanks to jill me and janet and jill were still up until 4:30. that's right 2 hours of sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the first one up come sunday morning. lucky me, i was the first one in the shower too. we got everyone up and moving. a few of us headed for the church around 8. started getting things moving.  we sang, we prayed, we had a lot of fun. if you want to see moving...you should have seen it when the whole church was up on their feet sing along at the end of the service. you can ask anyone that was up front...i thought i was going to start crying, it was so moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who was there, thank you! for those that were praying for it, thank you! for those of you that got phone calls from the band, that's what you get for not coming (uncle tim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come last night my stomach decided it wanted to eat again. it was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-9213773665157697859?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/9213773665157697859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=9213773665157697859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/9213773665157697859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/9213773665157697859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/02/food-is-once-again-my-friend.html' title='Food is once again my friend'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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/_mFFlSEzDGw4/RdoNqu4eVyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/52YyQ1ddjaw/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-8460180914011790540</id><published>2007-02-12T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T12:54:05.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All With Me</title><content type='html'>So i've noticed over the past few weeks in a lot of my classes we keep talking about the bible. mostly in my art history class. and i don't know about you but growing up in a public school it seems odd to me to be talking about the bible in a classroom setting. right now we are talking about the sestine ceiling... it takes many different sences from the bible. i'm just having a hard time with all of this. everytime i've talked about the bible i've always been in a different enviorment. and the fact that we are looking at all these old paintings or sences from the bible...it just doesn't seem right. i've always had things set in my mind of what things look like....maybe it's just me. and maybe it's cause i really don't like this class, that could be a good part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last couple of weeks have been good. as far as things go with the family...i think they are better. last weekend i stayed home on sunday and me and jill sat down and talked to mom and dad about the whole tec thing. i'm thinking mom heard what we had to say...as far as dad goes...not so much. but that's ok...all will work out the way it's suppost to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend i went home to make sure that i've got everything set up for the worship service. i'm really nervous about it. i'm really looking forward to it...but i don't think the nervs will go away until it's all over with. for those of you that are coming....thank you, thank you, thank you. for those of you that arn't, or decided to bail on us (...uncle tim), keep it in your prayers. or keep my nervs in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess last night i must have had a good dream...my roommate told me that  i kept smiling in my sleep. and i tend to roll around a lot at night...last night i just stayed still. i really wish i could remember what i was dreaming about...do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not looking forward to wed. stupid valentine's day! i don't have a valentine...so it will be just like every other year. who knows maybe my luck will change before now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-8460180914011790540?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/8460180914011790540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=8460180914011790540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/8460180914011790540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/8460180914011790540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-with-me.html' title='All With Me'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-117022653509766068</id><published>2007-01-30T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:55:35.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting family battles</title><content type='html'>it started my sr. year in high school. i decided in january that i wanted to work the summer tec (which was the last one i could work) instead of playing in my last summer state softball tourny. they didn't take it will....to tell ya the truth....they were pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i call jill...you know doing that big sister thing...seeing how she's holding up since the tec weekend. and the answer was not good. (if your reading this say a little prayer for her....or heck give her a call) the biggest stresser that she told me about was mom and dad. last night dad had yelled at her for talking to some of her tec friends on the phone. she had a crappy day and really needed to talk to them. which in my eyes is understandable....unlike my dad. he yelled at her and when she tried to explain he didn't listen. then i guess mom told her that if there was any softball conflicks the same weekend as tec she couldn't work the next one. the second she told me this i knew i had to make a phone call to the folks. my heart was broke for her. i called my house. dad answered, and i told him what was up. he didn't want to hear it. i got so mad at him for not listening to me i started to cry. i know how hard it was for me to tell them years before. and i knew jill wouldn't be able to do it on her own. it's like he didn't want to hear what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we make them see how much tec means? we don't want to cry anymore tears. i just want them to see it from our side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-117022653509766068?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/117022653509766068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=117022653509766068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/117022653509766068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/117022653509766068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/01/fighting-family-battles.html' title='fighting family battles'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-117010416387530774</id><published>2007-01-29T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:56:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend</title><content type='html'>well where should i start. this weekend was jammed packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;-had to work a track meet up at stout. i got there at 11 and worked til 4:15....made $40....not bad&lt;br /&gt;-got straight in to my car just to drive down to rochester in hopes of making it in time for agape. (by the way...thank you uncle tim for the directions)&lt;br /&gt;-on the drive...mind you i really don't do good with driving and trying to follow directions at the same time.....i got lost 3 times&lt;br /&gt;-i got pulled over for speeding.....don't worry i just got a warning...someone was watching out for me.&lt;br /&gt;       -when i got pulled over i and i parked my car i looked up to see a sign that read.....Bauer Built.....i had to laugh&lt;br /&gt;-almost hit 2 deer&lt;br /&gt;-put my dress on while i was driving....that's talent&lt;br /&gt;-made it to agape with about 5 min to spear&lt;br /&gt;-sang to the canidates&lt;br /&gt;-went to perkins&lt;br /&gt;-went to walmart&lt;br /&gt;-went to janets&lt;br /&gt;-went bowling with baby Phinneas (wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;-started freaking out cause jill hurt her knee&lt;br /&gt;-went back to janets&lt;br /&gt;-laughed til 3:30 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;-woke up and checked for an email from cody&lt;br /&gt;-got ready for the day&lt;br /&gt;-me and kyree made our way to dunn brothers and back to janets without getting lost&lt;br /&gt;-went to the church&lt;br /&gt;-helped clean the wheat room&lt;br /&gt;-helped set up the chaple&lt;br /&gt;-sang my favorite worship song at closeing&lt;br /&gt;-helped clean up&lt;br /&gt;-went to perkins&lt;br /&gt;-wore my "we look nothing alike" shirt with jill&lt;br /&gt;-said goodnight and back up to stout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-don't worry i didn't get lost or pulled over or hit anything on the way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick in the butt goes to: me for even getting pulled over in the first place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-117010416387530774?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/117010416387530774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=117010416387530774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/117010416387530774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/117010416387530774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116959813093940833</id><published>2007-01-23T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:22:10.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at stout</title><content type='html'>i'm back at stout and not a min to soon. i'm pretty sure my dad was starting to drive me nuts back home...little did i know that he can still drive me nuts up here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break was a lot of fun....had some fun with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/946016/IMG_8977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/200/292520/IMG_8977.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped throw a party for dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/113407/IMG_9101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/200/246820/IMG_9101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched jill dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/792227/IMG_9483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/200/792569/IMG_9483.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took one of my friends sr pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/231322/IMG_9222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/200/532758/IMG_9222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched some wrestling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/508880/IMG_9443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/200/909964/IMG_9443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i see a bunch of you this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date to keep open....feb 18th &lt;br /&gt;ask me about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116959813093940833?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116959813093940833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116959813093940833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116959813093940833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116959813093940833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-at-stout.html' title='back at stout'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116849457626698550</id><published>2007-01-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:49:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one's down fall</title><content type='html'>tonight me and jill were invited to go to a worship service with a friend of jill's from high school. well her friends name is savanna....and she also invited rachel. through out the night i saw this girl break down and just give her self to the lord. she had told me that she needed this more than anything....as the night went on i saw why. first i saw her break down crying....then as she was trying to make sure her makeup still looked good i saw her cigarrets in her bag....and come the end of the night she got really warm and pushed up her sleeves, where i saw all the cuts on her arm. i'm just praying that god is got one of his best angels with her. i know jill was also going to see if she wanted to tec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116849457626698550?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116849457626698550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116849457626698550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116849457626698550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116849457626698550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/01/ones-down-fall.html' title='one&apos;s down fall'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116779672502594971</id><published>2007-01-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:58:45.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you give me a jump</title><content type='html'>so.....here i was in owatonna ready for a great new years party/lock in. we decided that we would drive in the crappy weather when it was light out instead of when it was dark. well i guess it wasn't ment to be, when we got a phone call saying it was cancled. so i brought myself...my little sister and a good friend of ours i'd like to call her amy anderson down to mr. matt reiter's. (aka-my matt) weather was not gettting any better so cindy told us to stay and so did dean and you better believe it dani did too. so we stayed there since we no longer had any plans for the night. we ended up back in owatonna for a party at ann monsons. party was pretty good. didn't know a whole lot of people but it was all good...i still saw a few faces that i knew. then there was the snowball fight...and the run to walmart for some dry pants for the other girls... jill, amy, kyree. and who can forget matt walking around in the robe. well anyways when we left for matts again my car started being stupid. radio stopped working...heater stopped working....head lights started to go dim.....but we made it. in the morning dean had to charge my battery...well that got us about 7 miles outside of mankato. lucky for me a nice man gave us a jump and we made it back home safe. it was a great time. well all but the no heat...no radio...no blinkers. o well...my car is fixed now...300 dollors later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a way to start off a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years res.-try and keep in touch with more people......so if i start to slip up on this one you guys have to help me out...talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116779672502594971?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116779672502594971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116779672502594971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116779672502594971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116779672502594971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2007/01/will-you-give-me-jump.html' title='will you give me a jump'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116742889350701536</id><published>2006-12-29T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:48:13.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't leave you</title><content type='html'>well hello......sorry i haven't been keeping you guys up to date with my life. but whatcha going to do about it......nothing....that's what i thought. well let's see,three weekends ago i got a new car! a little over a week ago i came home for christmas break, that was good. i've had 6 different christmas's this year...it was fun...it also kinda sucked...i don't think i can keep a fake smile on my face much more. i really didn't have any "stand out" christmas presents this year...but i did get a big kick out of my mom. this year all three of us kids decided to go together and get mom this bird feeder that spins if a squirl goes on it that i had found a while ago. she loved it! o and we got my dad a new hooters calender....he also loved it. the last on tuesday morning i went shopping with the bauer brothers in mankato....that was a good time. hey aaron...."let's get some shoes." other than that i've been working and getting a chance to hang out with some of my friends from back home. I'm really looking ready for the TEC new years party...jill won't stop talking about it. she's pumped...i'm not going to lie.....i too am a little pumped for it too. so for most of you...i just might see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newest thing to talk about......i got a hair cut yesterday...so when you see me...tell me it looks great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116742889350701536?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116742889350701536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116742889350701536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116742889350701536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116742889350701536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-didnt-leave-you.html' title='i didn&apos;t leave you'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116611645390360734</id><published>2006-12-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:14:13.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cookies!</title><content type='html'>i love christmas cookies. my mom brought me up a bunch of them this past weekend when they came up. yes there were all gone in 2 days. and yes i shared with katy....but i still ended up eating almost all of them. They are just so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something about christmas time, the music, the lights, everything....it just puts me in a good mood. you'd think with all the work i've had with finals being just a week away i'd be really stressed. nope....and i really think it's because of all of the christmas stuff i've got up in my room. it just puts me at ease. i know...i'm just like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o...and guess who's name was on thr first present under the tree this year.....me! now we just have to see how has the most...it's probably going to be mom again...but i can keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite christmas song right now: I want a hippo for chirstmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116611645390360734?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116611645390360734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116611645390360734' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116611645390360734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116611645390360734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas cookies!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116586323771434363</id><published>2006-12-11T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:53:57.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend</title><content type='html'>my parents came up this weekend. they brought along jill and they picked up katy's little sister molly. turns out jill and molly became good friends. well my parents came up on saturday we ended up going to EC to do some christmas shopping. i got most of mine done. then we came back and went to a show at the mable tainer...we watched redefined and the uw-madhatters. both were great to watch. if you ever get the chance to see either of them...go! then that night my roommate katy wasn't feeling well. we ended up taking her to the emergency room at 12....we didn't get back til 2. it kinda sucked...and she's still not feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say the least i was good....and bad. i had fun....and i'm glad i've got most of my shopping done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116586323771434363?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116586323771434363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116586323771434363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116586323771434363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116586323771434363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116520167057732541</id><published>2006-12-03T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:12:12.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas pictures of the year</title><content type='html'>so every year i put togethere a christmas picture for my family...this year i've done two. one for me and my roomie, katy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/360756/xmas%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/320/698331/xmas%20card.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another for my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/342767/family%20xmas%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/320/267325/family%20xmas%20pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to have a little fun when i do these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116520167057732541?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116520167057732541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116520167057732541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116520167057732541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116520167057732541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-pictures-of-year_03.html' title='christmas pictures of the year'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116491090500382636</id><published>2006-11-30T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:21:45.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we're talkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/795708/IMG_8628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/200/230793/IMG_8628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend was nuts! they say i got a break from school...but more or less i got to be a shadow for 3 days. i got to follow Emily around for 3 days and take pictures for her. i had a blast! in order for some of you to understand the relationship ship me and Emily have i'm going to have to go back a ways. &lt;br /&gt;Beatty's moved to new ulm 12 years ago. we road the same bus to school every day and me and martha( my best friend) became close. though out the years our family found out that we have a lot in common. their oldest son matt would give my brother rides home from wrestling practice. our dad's would talk wrestling all the time. adam (my older brother) and emily (martha's sister) were in the same grade. we all were in 4h and showed cows together. we now take a family christmas picture every year well all 6 of us kids...and any girlfriends/boyfriends, and this coming year we'll have a husban to add to the picture. I've known the Beatty family to be my "other" family.&lt;br /&gt;ok...now you know a little bit about how we know each other. so when it came to the wedding we all were involved. adam was an usher, my parents were host at the reception, jill helped out with all the little odds and ends, and i was emily's shadow taking pictures for her for 3 days. it was so much fun...i took way to many pictures for her. and it was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/339562/IMG_8795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/320/857391/IMG_8795.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the weekend i've been trying to take it easy...monday that didn't happen...i had a paper due...a speech to give....and a drawing that was due....although the rest of the week has been fine. fact be told...i'm going to take a final look at the apartment that i'm going to be living in next year today...yah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend on saturday i'm going to the art museum with some friends...i've got to go for a class...but it should still be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next time i'm bored in class and feel like typing....later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116491090500382636?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116491090500382636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116491090500382636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116491090500382636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116491090500382636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-were-talkin.html' title='Now we&apos;re talkin'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116425719399886837</id><published>2006-11-22T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:46:34.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day to All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/1600/103304/turkey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3605/978/320/12246/turkey.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought i'd put this up to wish all a happy thanksgiving. let's not forget all the things that we are thankful for...friends...family...life...all of which God has given to us. I'm putting up a chanllange for all of you...everytime you say happy thanksgiving or hear someone say it, say a little prayer thanking God for everything he has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116425719399886837?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116425719399886837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116425719399886837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116425719399886837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116425719399886837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-turkey-day-to-all.html' title='Happy Turkey Day to All!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116413054886396622</id><published>2006-11-21T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:35:48.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break...what break? I don't get a break</title><content type='html'>so i'm leaving for home around 1 today for thanksgiving break. but i like to call it thanksgiving chaos. yes that's right. i really don't get much of a break. i go home today just help get last min. things ready for em's wedding on saturday. then tomorrow i hopefuly get a little bit of a break but knowing em, i'll be helping her with stuff again. and i know a lot of my friends from high school want to get together tomorrow night. thursday is turkey day...which for all your reader...HAPPY TURKEY DAY to you. friday i'm taking pictures of the set up and being em's shadow for the day...takeing pictures the whole time. the saturday the day starts early. i'll be taking pictures the whole day and night. to be followed up the present opening in which i'll be taking pictures yet again. ya...let's just say i think i might need a break when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: uncle tim what are you and karen doing next weekend...let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116413054886396622?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116413054886396622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116413054886396622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116413054886396622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116413054886396622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/breakwhat-break-i-dont-get-break.html' title='Break...what break? I don&apos;t get a break'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116374434477678247</id><published>2006-11-16T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:19:04.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have found my calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/1600/dodgeball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/320/dodgeball.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that's right...dodgeball! tonight for the APP after CRU we played dodgeball. man did it bring me back to the good old days of gym class back in high school.  and yes i've still got it. nothing could stop me. in one of the games i was the last one out there for my team...it was me against 4 guys and 1 girl. i ended up winning it for my team. i had fun! after being sick all week...it's just what the doctor called for. nothing can bring a girls spirits up like hitting people with big balls. more so when they don't see it coming and start to get scared when they see me with  one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't nobody going to bring me down tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116374434477678247?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116374434477678247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116374434477678247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116374434477678247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116374434477678247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-found-my-calling.html' title='I have found my calling'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116346446564941352</id><published>2006-11-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:01:19.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my guest....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/1600/IMG_8478_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/320/IMG_8478_1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for anyone who doesn't know...my little sister jill was in our high school muscial this past weekend. so i did the big sister thing and went and watched like a good big sister would do. she did a great job. one thing that i got a big kick out of was the fact that i can still remember all of the kids in the musical running around when they were all in kindergarten. i'm not even that old...but watching all of them growing up and being on stage and all of that...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/1600/IMG_8524.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/320/IMG_8524.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i remember when i would watch the movie beauty and the beast over and over and over again. now i'm 20 and i'm watching my sister and all of her friends performing it. it kinda brings a confusing smile to my face. i'm what you call a proud big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/1600/IMG_8500.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/320/IMG_8500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116346446564941352?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116346446564941352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116346446564941352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116346446564941352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116346446564941352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-my-guest.html' title='Be my guest....'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116292032312423882</id><published>2006-11-07T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:25:23.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess it's just how i am</title><content type='html'>so i noticed this weekend when it was nice out....when i'm up at school i'm lazy. at home i get out and do stuff....like going for a 5 mile bike ride just so i can clear my mind. up at school....i just get pissed. i don't have a bike up here...and i always just find it easier to sit in my little dorm room rather than going out for a walk or something like that. lazy lazy lazy lazy. i've got to think of something to get me out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...let's talk about how i'm getting back and forth to and from school this weekend...i'm just praying something works out...i'm getting home...getting back up might be a different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for any aftist out there....you any good with carcole? cause i'm not and well i'm kinda trying to finish a project and it's really kinda sucking....dang contrast....grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116292032312423882?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116292032312423882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116292032312423882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116292032312423882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116292032312423882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-its-just-how-i-am.html' title='i guess it&apos;s just how i am'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116248735217114953</id><published>2006-11-02T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:09:12.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!</title><content type='html'>i'm going home tomorrow! I've got 3 weeks of dirty clothes...mom's going to hate me...i love it. you see i'm one that doesn't drink up at school. and for thoes who know stout...there isn't a whole lot going on up here on the weekends unless you want to go uout to a party and drink. i'm not one to do that. and it's not so bad if my roomie katy stays up here with me...but she goes home a lot too, to see her sister. so i usually go home a fair amount on the weekends. but since i totalled my car that isn't always an option. so now i'm going home...one of my friends is dropping me off in st. peter and someones picking me up and getting me the rest of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting out of here! everyone be happy for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116248735217114953?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116248735217114953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116248735217114953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116248735217114953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116248735217114953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/11/home.html' title='HOME!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116231479921800874</id><published>2006-10-31T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:13:19.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE HALLOWEEN! i mean i love it so much i start planning my getup already the year before. so i'm really into it you could say. &lt;br /&gt;last night i get a phone call from jill...."abby, what should i be tomorrow?" i felt like she took my pumpkin shaped heart and smashed it. my little sister didn't have a costume yet....just 3 hours away from halloween...and she had nothing.  so i told her to go to our mud room and grab one of our retro get-up's...she didn't want to do that. everyone had already seen all of that. then she was mad at me for taking my costume with me...cause she wanted to wear it. i wasn't even going to listen to that one. so i shut her up qwick! so i kept throwing ideas out at her...she didn't like any of mine so i started asking others. she didn'l like any of those...finally i told her to go as a lumberjack.  and wel i'm thinking that's what she finally went as cause she made me tell her what to wear for it like 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;as far as what i'm going as..."AAHHHHHHH" i'm the Fonz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on i'm a kid at heart...you've all seen how i act&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116231479921800874?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116231479921800874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116231479921800874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116231479921800874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116231479921800874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/10/tis-halloween.html' title='tis Halloween!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116188098562947812</id><published>2006-10-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:43:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't know what you've got till it's gone</title><content type='html'>i hate the fact i don't have a car. and the sad part is, i don't even need it right now...but the fact that i don't have one up here when i'm 3 hours from home...well it just kinda sucks. you see i'm not one to depend on others to much when it comes to things like this. when i first got my car i was the only one out of my friends that could drive, and it was like this for a good 8 months. i was the one who they turned to when we needed to get somewhere. i was the driver...the one with wheels. now all i have is a totaled car. and no way to get home. and to make things worse...my parents just bought my little sister a car 2 days ago. she's turning 16 in 3 weeks. so let's review... a car being unused for 3 weeks....one girl 3 hours away from home with out a car. ok so i'll drop it for now...i know i could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt; now since i'm not going home this weekend...anyone got any ideas of what i can do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116188098562947812?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/116188098562947812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=116188098562947812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116188098562947812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/116188098562947812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-know-what-youve-got-till-its.html' title='you don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got till it&apos;s gone'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-116157386915438436</id><published>2006-10-22T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:26:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It started out with a bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/1600/IMG_8447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/320/IMG_8447.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for all my blog readers out there....mostly aaron...they know i had one heck of a weekend...what they might not know is how my weekend started.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night i got my self into a nice car accident and totaled my car...yes that's right. don't worry i wasn't hurt, just a little emotionally hurt that's all. you see i needed that car to get me to the tec weekend in which my little sister was going through. (might i add i first found out that my little sister jill was going through on wed. that's right she kept it from me! not cool.) nothing was going to stop me from getting there. so thursday night i had to go home with my roommate to her house and use one of there cars for the weekend. in which this ment i had to skip my two classes on friday so i could get home for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;i made it home...i was happy!&lt;br /&gt;then came saturday when i headed off to meet everyone for agape...in which i knew i'd cry my eyes out when i saw my little sister being walked through.(which i did) this of course being followed up by a nice mody beiter gathering outside of the church...and perkins. then off to my matt's house to crash...or should i say be woken up by his dog and cats every 5 mins. o well i had somewhere to stay for the night...i should be mad.&lt;br /&gt;sunday started out early...as me and matt showed up for the very end of levi's talk...o well. me and matt and kyree hung out for most of the day and was joined my mr. cody bauer himself.  we mostly bummed around the church all day until closing. yes that's right my little sister had me crying again. she hugs my dad....she hugs my mom....then she hugs me...bring on the water works. i can finally talk tec with my sis and not have to hide anything from her!  i'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back up at school...which is the last place i want to be since i have 2 paper due in the morning and i haven't started either of them and instead i'm telling you how my weekend went...don't you feel special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick in the butt of the weekend goes to---me for totaling my car....grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-116157386915438436?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115989317410569114</id><published>2006-10-03T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:32:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>driving</title><content type='html'>ok...saturday. all day saturday i was in a car driving. i started the day driving from arlington to fairfax and everywhere in between putting up posters for my dad. then i get home pack up my stuff, quick take a shower just to hit the road and head up to stout. in which i quick change my clothes...put on my gopher get up.....and get back in the car with katy...my roommate...to go to the gopher's game with my bro and 2 of my friends. ath this point it was the only time i hadn't really been in a car. then after the game i got back in the car and drove back to school. all but 5 hours where spent driving my car. nuts is what i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm at school...no driving is needed...thank god....i don't think i could take another day like that for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115989317410569114?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115989317410569114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115989317410569114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115989317410569114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115989317410569114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/10/driving.html' title='driving'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115931722982519020</id><published>2006-09-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:33:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why i do what i do</title><content type='html'>for anyone who knows me they know i live for softball. since i've been to old t play it, i've been coaching it since last fall. this past weekend was state fall ball. my girls made it in to b devision...1st ranked. not only did my girls get ranked 1st but we made it to the championship. the girls worked there butts off all day sunday to get that far. the final game came, to start it off one of our pitchers megan had a line drive right back at her and broke her finger. that's when the teams adittude when right down the poop shoot. i wasn't to happy...we had to throw our other pitcher who's arm was almost gone to begin with. in the long run we ended up taking 2nd. which was really great. the girls had a lot of fun...the coaches had a lot of fun. and yet on my ride back to school i found myself in tears. these tears weren't because i thought the girls didn't do good. i couldn't have been happier for them. it had finally hit me that i never did the whole coaching thing for me....i did it for someone else. i took what i knew and loved and helped others better their game. i've never felt this way before. I HELPED SOMEONE! you have no idea what kind of self pride one can feel after somthing like that.&lt;br /&gt;life gives you options. you can take what life gives you and waist it or you can give it back to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115931722982519020?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115931722982519020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115931722982519020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115931722982519020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115931722982519020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-i-do-what-i-do.html' title='why i do what i do'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115885776592848443</id><published>2006-09-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:56:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going home for the weekend</title><content type='html'>i can't wait for friday! i'm going home...sleeping in my own bed...which i haven't done in over a month. yes that's right. i need some one on one time with my bed. amber is coming home this weekend and i get to see her. i havent' seen her in over 2 months. i can't wait to talk with her. i get to take some more of katie's sr. pictures and have some fun with her and my sister. i really miss katie. our friendship has grown so much over the past year and i spent so much time with her over the summer...mostly within the last month of summer. i think i saw her like every other day if not everyday at both fair and state fair. when me and katie get together we hot tub...i haven't been in my hot tub for a month. o wow. i really need it to be tomorrow so i can drive 3 hours to get back to the place that i love. and see the people i miss....well some of them.i can't wait. i can't wait. i can't wait!!!!!! fun for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one class today...two classes tomorrow and i'm in speedy faster than you can say....lkjaioeoilkdinvieona. i mean it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick in the butt of the day goes to---who ever made today today and not tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115885776592848443?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115855560143520922</id><published>2006-09-17T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:00:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you say....ahhhh</title><content type='html'>one side of me is mad...other side of my feels bad. i'm talking about how i felt tonight about my best friend. you see martha is one of those girls that you really shouldn't put your money on and yet i still do cause i love her like my sis. she was suppost to come and help me coach today and she blew me off cause she needed to study for a test which she could have studied for yesterday when she went shopping. yes i know well she went shopping o well. but she just went to the same mall last weekend with me. and it's not that she is just blowing me off she's blowing all the girls on the team off. &lt;br /&gt;and then i get back here to find tha she left me message on facebook...saying how she's not so happy with her roommate and how she misses me and all our time we've spent together. and our music...singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like an ass...that's right an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick in the butt of the day goes too---the ump...man did he suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115855560143520922?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115855560143520922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115855560143520922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115855560143520922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115855560143520922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-you-sayahhhh.html' title='can you say....ahhhh'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115825082868860994</id><published>2006-09-14T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:20:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG TIME</title><content type='html'>ok so last night me and my roomie went up to north campus to watch a movie... not just any movie but an outdoor movie. i know, sweet! they had this moster screen that they put up and we watched failure to launch...which i have been wanting to see for a while now. i was pretty happy. not only did i get to go and watch a great movie with one of my best friends. i got a free cup that says sober is sexy. i know you all want it. i do have to say it did get a little cold towards the end of the movie. but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...i have cru tonight. and yes i can't wait. i feel bad though... over the summer i feel like i've slipped away from god a little bit. or i should say that i wasn't as close as i wish i would have been. i've found myself talking to god a lot more just within this past week. it feels good to be able to talk and know that he's listening. i think it was peter...the pastor at substince church in the cities....he was talking last week at cru...and he really got me thinking. he started talking about talking to god, and if we ever listen to what he says back. well i took his word and kinda set them on the shelf in the back of my mind. on monday it's like they feel off the shelf and hit me. sometimes you just have to listen and stop talking. that's just how it is. don't get me wrong god still wants to hear what you have to say...but sometimes you need to shut up so you can hear what he needs to tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115825082868860994?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115825082868860994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115825082868860994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115825082868860994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115825082868860994'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya i'm in badminton this year...lol...i know funny. let me tell ya...i should be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick in the butt of the day goes to- my mind for not shutting up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115811291696004665?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115811291696004665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115811291696004665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115811291696004665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115811291696004665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-mind-needs-to-shut-up.html' title='My mind needs to shut up!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115774651513088133</id><published>2006-09-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:45:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a different state of mind</title><content type='html'>i don't know if it's cause i'm older or if it's because of something else...but for some reason i feel like something different with me. i feel better about me... and not just me the way i feel about myself. sweet i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i had my first night of cru since school started back up...which i love. it's so much fun being able to get together with a bunch of people my own age. not only do we get to together and worship god but we do it at a place where most people go out and drink...and instead we have fun in the name of god. which is super sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda nice i have all my TEC friends back home...and all my CRU friends up here at school...i know that if i need to talk i'll always have someone that ill listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick in the butt of the day goes to: the people that price art supplies...i hate paying that much money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115774651513088133?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115774651513088133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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yet again...</title><content type='html'>i'm back at stout. last night was hard...believe it or not i was kinda homesick last night...now i'm doing a lot better...i got to hang out with a bunch of my friends today. I'mm not a fan of not knowing what's going to happen. and every time i come here i get that uneasy feeling. but it's slowly starting to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi---this year at the state fair i had hotdish on a stick...and yes...it was really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115743008617966414?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115743008617966414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115743008617966414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115743008617966414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115743008617966414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-yet-again.html' title='back yet again...'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115672486848854324</id><published>2006-08-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:27:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness!</title><content type='html'>so i just got doen with my last fair for 4-h. tear. i'm ubber happy i showed up at state fair this year. i had a lot of fun. made some new friends. got a new shirt. ate a lot of fair food. &lt;br /&gt;you know some people think it's funny that i show cows. but for me it's something you can learn from. no matter how many times you show. every fair you end up learning something new. if it's something for showing or just something about others or about yourself, you learn something that you won't forget. this year it's that just because somthing doesn't work out the first time, doesn't meant that you should ever try it again.  i also learned that i can be a leader and a follwer at the same time...it's all about working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115672486848854324?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115672486848854324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115672486848854324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115672486848854324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115672486848854324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweetness.html' title='sweetness!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115621791343827663</id><published>2006-08-21T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:38:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>same thing over and over</title><content type='html'>so for the past couple of days i keep thinking about one thing over and over again.  where has my time gone? i can still remember this time last year. i was thinking a little about school and how it is just a few weeks away. i had been wishing i had gotten more time to spend with my friends before they all took off. i kept wishing that i'd find a guy up at school. i could never stop thinking about what the year ahead of my had in store. &lt;br /&gt;now i'm in that same boat...the only thing that changed is i'm a year older. i look back to when people would tell me to have fun and enjoy life while i was young...i would just laugh at them and tell them they were all nuts. now i wish would have actually listened to them and slowed down. it seems like the older i get the faster time goes. i'll be back here in a year saying the same thing all over again very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115621791343827663?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115621791343827663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115621791343827663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115621791343827663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115621791343827663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/same-thing-over-and-over.html' title='same thing over and over'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115612309545004316</id><published>2006-08-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:18:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad times ahead</title><content type='html'>so i have a feeling for these next couple weeks i'm going to be on a big downer. all my buds are off at college...i however still have 2 weeks to go before i go back. i'm stuck here...home...not cool. it's starting to hit me that college is going to fly by so fast i won't be able to see it when it's here. and then i'm going to stuck out into the real world. my brother starts his first "real" job. well first job post college in the real world. it's all going way to fast. i think i'm going to freak...not really, but maybe a little. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi---if i don't post much this week...it's because come wed. i'm up at the state fair till sunday...so if you're up there stop by the cow barn and look for nicollet county...i should be there...or at least my animal will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115612309545004316?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115612309545004316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115612309545004316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115612309545004316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115612309545004316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-times-ahead.html' title='Sad times ahead'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115596337534848062</id><published>2006-08-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:56:15.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW:</title><content type='html'>new stuff is fun. &lt;br /&gt;1. new hair cut&lt;br /&gt;2. new hat&lt;br /&gt;3. new jeans&lt;br /&gt;4. new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now does it really get any better than that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115596337534848062?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115596337534848062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115596337534848062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115596337534848062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115596337534848062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/new.html' title='NEW:'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115560947999273801</id><published>2006-08-14T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:37:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet another day</title><content type='html'>so here's an update on how i've been since you've last heard from me. had fair...did good. got a state fair trip, and i'm taking it. with my cow of course. got to hang out with some really cool people today...matt and kryee for the most part of it...and dean and cindy and dani for a while too. fun! then i got to sit in a van by myself and think about everything. let me tell ya. i'm sick of thinking about everything so much. i really wish there would be an off button for your mind. o well...another day another dollor o wait that's not ture i didn't have to work today yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm super happy for the week to be over with...friday is my last day at work for the summer. saturday i'm haveing a party at the reiter's house...all are welcome. yes..me and andrew hermanson are having the party at reiter's. we need to mix it up a little bit. try and get a bunch of people together before everyone takes off again for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all on the flip side of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115560947999273801?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115560947999273801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115560947999273801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115560947999273801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115560947999273801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-yet-another-day_14.html' title='And yet another day'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115500810266015215</id><published>2006-08-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:35:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great times</title><content type='html'>ok so this past weekend one of my brother's best friends got married. what a great day. our family got all dressed up. my brother was in a suit...and looked good...single women out there (wink wink)....i got to take a lot of pictures. all in all it was great. now comes the part were i talk about how i felt out of place. one...i hung out with all of my brothers friends cause there was no one there my age...not a huge problem. but there was still a age difference. 2...there were some many couples there...it reminded me yet again that i have no one. sad. 3...everyone was drunk...and that just goes to show that when guys get drunk they will hit on anything. o well...life goes on and i've got more weddings to come. inface i still have 4 or 5 more this year...nuts i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick in the butt of the day goes to- bill the singer from the wedding who kept on hitting on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115500810266015215?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115461919442712798</id><published>2006-08-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:33:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my feet are wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ok...so since it's rained so much this week i haven't been working a whole lot. which for some might be great...but i need the money for school. so i was happy to see it was not raining today when i got up. so i went to work and wash porta potties like i do all the time but today the water just didn't want to go where it should have. instead it wanted to go all over me....not cool. then after i wash everything i go to my boss and see what else there is for me to do...i mean i haven't worked since monday(because of the rain). "nothing...go home." i put in 2 and a half hours today that's it. not cool. and as far as next week goes i know i'll only be working 2 days cause i have to be at fair the other 3.  o man why do things got to be that way.  owell...now i vented about it...maybe i can drop it for a while now. life will move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are still wet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115461919442712798?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115461919442712798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115461919442712798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115461919442712798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115461919442712798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-feet-are-wet.html' title='my feet are wet'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115445358408323834</id><published>2006-08-01T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:33:04.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet another summer is starting to come to an end. you know how i know. fair is next week. that for me is always the first sign that summer is starting to wrap up. and yes fair time means cows. that's right i show dairy. and you know what i have a lot of fun with it. today i'm going to start washing and training them. yes that's right i have to train them. what, you think they just walk willingly? now when i told some of my friends from school that i show cows...they think it's the funniest thing they have ever heard. maybe it's cause they are all city kids? i'm a country girl. there is nothing like getting up at 3 in the morning and washing a cow just to have to sit there and watch them all day. and then show day getting to put on all white clothes just to show. i know i must sound nuts. but this is my last year and i really want to have a good time this year. infact if anyone want to come watch me show. i've got 3 show both next week. thursday is the ffa show and friday is the 4-h show and open class. i can't wait!&lt;br /&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/11853292-115445358408323834?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115445358408323834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115445358408323834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115445358408323834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115445358408323834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/08/cow-time.html' title='Cow time!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115439039169495647</id><published>2006-07-31T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:59:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot</title><content type='html'>ok...so i'm really sick of all of this hot weather...i have to work outside...is someone trying to kill me?&lt;br /&gt;ok enough about the weather...i could go on and on. but instead i heard this quote the other day and i wrote it down. "accept the things you can not change and change the things you can." i totally love it. when i heard this for the first time it hit home for me. i'm one that trys to hard somtimes at things i know i can't change but i still think there is a slight chance that something will change even if it won't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done for the day...the sun took it out of me, just thought i'd share what i found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115439039169495647?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115439039169495647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115439039169495647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115439039169495647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115439039169495647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot.html' title='hot'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115418920907814115</id><published>2006-07-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:06:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys= blue, girls=  pink</title><content type='html'>ok...so ever since i've had our cat in the house, it's been up stairs in the bathroom that in our house is the  "girls" bathroom. (fyi-the cat has something wrong with it so it's in the bathtub) so for the past couple of showers i've had to use the boys bathroom downstairs. and i've noticed something. the boys bathroom walls look like it's a girls bathroom and the girls bathroom walls look like it's a boys bathroom. now i guess in our house this doesn't suprize me much...both me and my mom are a bit of a tomboy type. and well as for the guys in my house, they wouldn't be the ones on top of the manly men list. but it got me thinking. why is it that we get labled with colors. i mean it starts out this way from day one. boys get sent home in blue and girls get sent home in pink from the hospital...why? then it seems to go on in different ways all through our life. look at sports. boys have to play baseball and girls have to play softball. i guess i kinda broke out of the "norm" when i was young. i went and wrestled for 4 years. which by the way didn't sit will with grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that people have to have standerds for boys and different ones for girls, or the other way around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115418920907814115?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115418920907814115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115418920907814115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115418920907814115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115418920907814115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/07/boys-blue-girls-pink.html' title='boys= blue, girls=  pink'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115409089180864927</id><published>2006-07-28T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:48:11.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the boss man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/1600/ist2_548385_businessman_yelling_on_phone_close_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3605/978/320/ist2_548385_businessman_yelling_on_phone_close_up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i know we've all had problems with our bosses somewhere on down the line. well let me tell ya, my boss is really starting to get to me. my boss is one of those guys where if you don't have to work that day he doesn't call you and tell you to stay home...no that would be way to easy. instead he waits till you get to work and waisted your gas money and then tells you to go home. it's like hello...college student here. i don't have the time or the money to be pushed around like this. and it's not that he's done it once, o no, it's been like 5 times now this summer. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat update---still not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick in The Butt of The Day goes to---my boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING ON THE WEEKEND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115409089180864927?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115409089180864927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115409089180864927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115409089180864927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115409089180864927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/07/boss-man.html' title='the boss man'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115403896731680824</id><published>2006-07-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:22:47.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all on me</title><content type='html'>ok...so family is gone...i'm the only one home. for most college students that means one thing...party! but dang me and my good heart. i just don't. or wait maybe it's because i don't have time to. work...work...work. then i get to come home and find my sister's cat looking like it's going to die. which for all of my reader's (which from the looks of it is no one) i've got it up stairs right now and it's not dead yet. now i'm the one that has to watch this cat all night long. i didn't get much sleep last night and i know if that cat is in the house tonight i'm not going to get much tonight either. grrrr. don't get me wrong i love the cat...but why me? o ya that's right that thing called responsability. i'm really sick of that word right now. and yet at the same time i love it.&lt;br /&gt;my life as of this summer is made up of little things. work. softball. eat. sleep. and on that one night i have off, friends. am i crazy for being this busy at such a young age. or am i crazy for thinking i'm busy at such a young  age. i mean just think when i have kids (which is a long way down the road) i'm going to have to make sure they can do there things before i can do mine. CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;o well bring on tomorrow...see what crazy things i come up with next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick in the Butt of the day--- my cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115403896731680824?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115403896731680824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115403896731680824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115403896731680824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115403896731680824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-all-on-me.html' title='it&apos;s all on me'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115393399059758126</id><published>2006-07-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:13:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the house of ABBY</title><content type='html'>first off a little vent session... this year my family decided to plan a family vacations for 3 out of the 5 memebers of my family, and they left on my birthday. in the words of steph tanner..."how rude"  i just happen to be one of the 2 that get's to stay home and work. what fun! end of vent session...thank you for listening.  &lt;br /&gt;    So sunday was my 20th birthday. and of course it wouldn't be a birthday unless i'd spent it with my TEC friends and family just like i did for my 18th and 19th. Some people always want the attention to be on them on their birthday, i however don't. it's not the fact that i'm getting older and want to hide it, no not at all. it's the fact that if i can go and help in the littlest way for kids to open there eyes to God, i will. At TEC we try and get canadites to start a relationship with God. So the focuse is on them. i don't know of any other way i would want to spend my birthday then haveing someone get closer to God. That is by far the closest birthday present anyone could give me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115393399059758126?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115393399059758126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115393399059758126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115393399059758126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115393399059758126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/07/alone-in-house-of-abby.html' title='Alone in the house of ABBY'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-115387088467071217</id><published>2006-07-25T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:54:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>ok so i thought i'd start blogging again...i took the year off, but i'm back! i just read my last blog...wow have things changed in my life. High School seems like it was years ago and i'm only a year out. i'm starting to get a real look at the "working" world...and i'm not really all that happy about it. well all but the money part...that will help pay for a few classes. this was my first real year away from home. it was a pain at first but i fixed things and it ran a lot more smoother. this was my first summer not playing fastpitch...instead i got to coach it. let me tell ya...you can learn a lot of stuff from a bunch of 15 and 16 year old girls.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell i'm in a different state of mind than i was in high school. somethings don't seem to matter as much as other any more. i just turned 20, i can't use "i'm a kid...leave me along." i know i still have a lot more to come and a lot more to learn...i say bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-115387088467071217?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/115387088467071217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=115387088467071217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115387088467071217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/115387088467071217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111504665081061986</id><published>2005-05-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:10:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blaaahhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok....so i just got done with prom this weekend.......and it was fun and all........but it still got to be kinda wired at times. and since i'm not the one to get all dressed up and go out in public.....it wasn't so much fun.......ya i had a blast at the dance and all, but owell. people make prom out to be a whole lot more than what they should. i'm glad i only went once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111504665081061986?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111504665081061986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111504665081061986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111504665081061986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111504665081061986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/05/blaaahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='blaaahhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111357859956567797</id><published>2005-04-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:23:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Games</title><content type='html'>ok so i think i play mind games with myself way too much. i'll start thinking one thing and then my mind will be set....until i realize later that there was no way any of that could have happened. so then your all bummed out that you even let your self think that in the first place. but the one thing that i always turn back to is dream big...or set your goals high. i heard a really good speaker yesterday, his name is mike max. one thing that stuck out in my mind is he said, "if you want to make it big, you have to be scared to fail." how true is that. no matter who you are and what you do, your not going to be able to make it there with out a few bumps in the road. so going back to what i was talking about....am i playing mind games with myself or am i just dreaming big and trying to make it somewhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111357859956567797?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111357859956567797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111357859956567797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111357859956567797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111357859956567797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/mind-games.html' title='Mind Games'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111331961572408933</id><published>2005-04-12T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:26:55.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Network New Ulm</title><content type='html'>ok so i know a lot of you probably have no idea what Network New Ulm is....but i'll tell you. in new ulm we have 3 different schools, what network new ulm does is grabs a hand full of sr.s and jr.s from all the schools gets them out of school for a day 6 or 7 times a year. we get to go around to all the different businesses in new ulm and see what they do and how they help the commuinty. if anyone is reading this and has something like this in your town. sign up for it, it's losts of fun and you get to make a lot of different friends too. the reason why i bring this up is on thursday so in 2 days it's our last time getting together. sad. i'm really happy that it's almost here but at the same time it kinda brings a tear to my eye to think that i won't get to miss school anymore and hang out with a really cool bunch of kids that like to have as much fun as i do. i've been thinking about all the different people that are in it and all the different things we've done. and i'm really bummed that i won't be seeing a lot of these people after this or even after this year, with  college and all. i've made some really good friends and saying goodby has never been easy for me. friends mean the world to me and if i don't see them again. i will be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111331961572408933?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111331961572408933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111331961572408933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111331961572408933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111331961572408933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/network-new-ulm.html' title='Network New Ulm'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111331901376178761</id><published>2005-04-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:16:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love the rain part 2</title><content type='html'>ok so i still love the rain......but you see the only time when i don't love it all that much is when you have to stop playing softball because of it. ya that's right. we got rained out in the middle of the 4th. owell we'll just beat them today then.......that's if it clears up some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111331901376178761?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111331901376178761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111331901376178761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111331901376178761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111331901376178761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-rain-part-2.html' title='love the rain part 2'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111323279716254399</id><published>2005-04-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:19:57.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love the rain</title><content type='html'>i don't know how many people out there can say they love the rain. but i can......i love listening to it....i love playing softball in it......i love walking in it.......i love driving in it......I LOVE THE RAIN! i really don't know what it is about it.....maybe because it's something you don't get every day.....it's different......it gives you change. change is a good thing most of the time. when i hear, see, smell the  rain.......i get happy. and it's raining right now......and i'm smiling from ear to ear. most people sit and complain about the rain, i don't see why......it's not like they can do anything about it. right now it's a good thing. the grass is getting a litttle greener. it's washing away that crapy winter we had. and giving us something new to look forward to. how can you hate the rain? i just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111323279716254399?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111323279716254399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111323279716254399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111323279716254399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111323279716254399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-rain.html' title='love the rain'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111297415500965150</id><published>2005-04-08T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:29:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the past</title><content type='html'>have you ever noticed that that most of the time that you get mad.....it's because of somthing that has already happened. the way i look at things.......why get mad over it...it's done and over with. you have no reason to be mad now for somthing that has already happened. ya, i know.....speak for your self, but this one i have a really hard time on too. it's really hard to just drop things like it was nothing. granted guys can do it better than girls, but do they really not think about it anymore. i mean come on we are all human. they have to, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111297415500965150?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111297415500965150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111297415500965150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111297415500965150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111297415500965150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-in-past.html' title='life in the past'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111280242738939842</id><published>2005-04-06T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:23:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>so ya........if you ever read this...you'll know that i'm a sports fan and i play softball. so yesterday we had our first game of the season....we lost. did i get to play no, but the coach put me into bat in the last inning........guess who was the last out. me. it's not that i have a problem with it........i can handle these kind of things better than others. owell life goes on.....i'm not dead. things could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know one thing that i love.......is the rain. so when i heard rain in the forcast, i was really happy. and then it didn't come....so they said it was suppost to come today........and now it looks like there will be no rain at all. tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111280242738939842?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111280242738939842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111280242738939842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111280242738939842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111280242738939842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/grrrrrrrrr.html' title='grrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>justabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497618711512822840</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11853292.post-111237231548299873</id><published>2005-04-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:21:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and sad @ once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you be happy and sad at the same time.........i mean look at me right now. i'm on a softball team....but the only reason the coach kept me on was because i made it last year......ya i'm happy i made the team my sr. year...but for the reasoning.......not so much. now that was like a week ago. so now for one of my classes i have to write a sonnet.......so i'm writing about myself and how i felt........ya i was sad...and now that i'm writing it i feel happy about it. sometime i don't understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11853292-111237231548299873?l=justabbyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/feeds/111237231548299873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11853292&amp;postID=111237231548299873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111237231548299873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11853292/posts/default/111237231548299873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justabbyb.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-and-sad-once.html' 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