<?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-11864285</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:33:47.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut M&amp;Ms</title><subtitle type='html'>A Little Sweet &amp; a Little Nutty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-6670083058659322711</id><published>2007-05-20T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:37:06.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Allert</title><content type='html'>Storm advisory just in for Central Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national weather service has just released information that the probability of a major storm hitting the Adamsville area some time Monday is extreme. They are tracking a major storm front coming out of Texas. This storm has strong winds and powerful opinions. The weather service feels this front may be strengthened and fortified by a small high pressure system coming out of the gulf coast and a strong and unstable front brewing in Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Weather Service predicts that these weather systems will probably merge in the Adamsville area sometime around &lt;em&gt;2ish,&lt;/em&gt; Monday, May 21. The Weather service is warning the people in the area that this may be the perfect storm. The Weather Service is also predicting great loss of sleep, order, and overall sanity. This storm will produce absolute pandemonium. If you are in the path of this storm prepare to go to your place of safety. Stay tuned to this blog for further updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This report was prepared by meteorologist John Blevins.&lt;br /&gt;(Who requests prayers for his safety and well being.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it be God's will I hope to bring you updates from the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-6670083058659322711?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/6670083058659322711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=6670083058659322711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/6670083058659322711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/6670083058659322711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-report.html' title='Weather Allert'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-6060847873559217300</id><published>2007-05-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:34:10.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moms are the best people in the World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go kiss yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-6060847873559217300?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/6060847873559217300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=6060847873559217300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/6060847873559217300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/6060847873559217300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/05/momma.html' title='Momma'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-5726382569933374317</id><published>2007-04-18T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:44:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEATH TO WALLPAPER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-5726382569933374317?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/5726382569933374317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=5726382569933374317' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/5726382569933374317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/5726382569933374317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/04/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-3702320125751809896</id><published>2007-04-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:59:04.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It wasn't until a dear friend pointed out these lyrics to me that I thought much of this song by Martina McBride. However, once I really thought about them, they really changed my whole outlook on some things. All girls (&amp; guys) need encouraging at some point. We feel sorry for ourselves, but that's the worst thing to do, because no matter what we think, once you start the pity party, it keeps going until only you yourself end it. Hey, I am so guilty of this and I think girls struggle with it the most. Feeling sorry for themselves. I want all of you to just take these words with you, and when you start to feel a pity party coming on, remember that you can be thankful and happy in every situation that you are in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by Martina McBride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I used to live in a darkened room&lt;br /&gt;Had a face of stone&lt;br /&gt;And a heart of gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my hope I was so far gone&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' all my tears&lt;br /&gt;With the curtains drawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know until my soul broke free&lt;br /&gt;I've got these angels watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sweetest thing you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Is a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hide in a party crowd&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a corner wearing concrete shoes&lt;br /&gt;With my frozen smile&lt;br /&gt;And my lighted fuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every time I start to feel like that&lt;br /&gt;I roll my heart out like a welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sweetest thing you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Is a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;Cry when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;That's just how my life is&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to know&lt;br /&gt;That the world won't change&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I complain&lt;br /&gt;Let the axis twirl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sweetest thing you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Is a happy girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope it makes you feel better. It sure makes me happier. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lots and lots of hugs, pink cardigans, pearls, and happy juice to all of ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and thanks Elle, for sharing this song with me.&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-3702320125751809896?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/3702320125751809896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=3702320125751809896' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/3702320125751809896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/3702320125751809896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-all-my-girls.html' title='To all my girls'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-8145403780068340191</id><published>2007-04-07T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:15:59.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's 20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>This is the dinner party Savanna, Caryanne, and I had for Morgan's 20th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP07Did6I/AAAAAAAAACM/qCZ7HLYl3IQ/s1600-h/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050874752720336802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP07Did6I/AAAAAAAAACM/qCZ7HLYl3IQ/s320/DSC_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP1bDid7I/AAAAAAAAACU/bepyqBhcdHo/s1600-h/DSC_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050874761310271410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP1bDid7I/AAAAAAAAACU/bepyqBhcdHo/s320/DSC_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP17Did8I/AAAAAAAAACc/T20LVjuBZQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050874769900206018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP17Did8I/AAAAAAAAACc/T20LVjuBZQ4/s320/DSC_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNdrDid2I/AAAAAAAAABs/0KsKeXDZ5xY/s1600-h/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050872154265122658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNdrDid2I/AAAAAAAAABs/0KsKeXDZ5xY/s320/DSC_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNd7Did3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/b4C6QlN1Ajw/s1600-h/DSC_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050872158560089970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNd7Did3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/b4C6QlN1Ajw/s320/DSC_0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNeLDid4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pFm-JXwyxcA/s1600-h/DSC_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050872162855057282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNeLDid4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pFm-JXwyxcA/s320/DSC_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNerDid5I/AAAAAAAAACE/iRZRnZd522E/s1600-h/DSC_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050872171444991890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhNerDid5I/AAAAAAAAACE/iRZRnZd522E/s320/DSC_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhMV7Did1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Dhp6EPVVbuI/s1600-h/DSC_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050870921609508690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhMV7Did1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Dhp6EPVVbuI/s320/DSC_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-8145403780068340191?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/8145403780068340191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=8145403780068340191' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/8145403780068340191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/8145403780068340191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/04/morgans-20th-birthday.html' title='Morgan&apos;s 20th Birthday'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RhhP07Did6I/AAAAAAAAACM/qCZ7HLYl3IQ/s72-c/DSC_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-1516061796798380809</id><published>2007-04-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:11:09.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RhHFn6xJ26I/AAAAAAAAACc/kWcAdWo8QKc/s1600-h/red_solstice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RhHFn6xJ26I/AAAAAAAAACc/kWcAdWo8QKc/s400/red_solstice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049033946840030114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-1516061796798380809?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/1516061796798380809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=1516061796798380809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/1516061796798380809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/1516061796798380809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/04/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice...'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RhHFn6xJ26I/AAAAAAAAACc/kWcAdWo8QKc/s72-c/red_solstice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-6415520521658117126</id><published>2007-03-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:33:42.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGOT TRASH DAY?!?</title><content type='html'>Have no fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghtgRV0O8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jLHvYCBioOA/s1600-h/103_103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghtgRV0O8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jLHvYCBioOA/s400/103_103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046403783646788546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRASH GIRL IS HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/Rghy3BV0O_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eUXEwU8b8o4/s1600-h/108_108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/Rghy3BV0O_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eUXEwU8b8o4/s400/108_108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046409672046951410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mom will never know you forgot to take out the trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghzhhV0PAI/AAAAAAAAABY/gbUo9B2JKZs/s1600-h/109_109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghzhhV0PAI/AAAAAAAAABY/gbUo9B2JKZs/s400/109_109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046410402191391746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call on Trash Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghwKxV0O-I/AAAAAAAAABI/3p1YQwaM2K0/s1600-h/105_105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghwKxV0O-I/AAAAAAAAABI/3p1YQwaM2K0/s400/105_105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046406712814484450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghbVRV0O6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/x_wCADSwGyM/s1600-h/100_100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghbVRV0O6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/x_wCADSwGyM/s400/100_100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046383803458927522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thank &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Trash &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-6415520521658117126?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/6415520521658117126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=6415520521658117126' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/6415520521658117126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/6415520521658117126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/03/forgot-trash-day.html' title='FORGOT TRASH DAY?!?'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RghtgRV0O8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jLHvYCBioOA/s72-c/103_103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-9193550065752415545</id><published>2007-03-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:47:21.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RfB1Xkus_zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/np6OsYbORTQ/s1600-h/maggie+paint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039657030884589362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RfB1Xkus_zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/np6OsYbORTQ/s400/maggie+paint.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Side note : Don't make fun of my flower... it was the best I could do on the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-9193550065752415545?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/9193550065752415545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=9193550065752415545' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/9193550065752415545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/9193550065752415545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RfB1Xkus_zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/np6OsYbORTQ/s72-c/maggie+paint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-1928096459644287323</id><published>2007-03-03T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:03:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz with no name</title><content type='html'>Here's a Quiz for You on QuizYourFriends.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK on the link below or PASTE it into your browser.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=070216130905-657579&amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-1928096459644287323?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/1928096459644287323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=1928096459644287323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/1928096459644287323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/1928096459644287323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiz-with-no-name.html' title='A quiz with no name'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-1404546796070402998</id><published>2007-02-19T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:29:45.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Singer Sargent</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite artists.&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite Sargent paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUkJtQCQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7jMSRRVnJww/s1600-h/Sargent_Mademoiselle_Jourdain_1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033358144853510402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUkJtQCQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7jMSRRVnJww/s400/Sargent_Mademoiselle_Jourdain_1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mademoiselle Jourdain - 1889&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUeJtQCPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OJWHzhU7c7E/s1600-h/Sargent_repose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033358041774295282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUeJtQCPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OJWHzhU7c7E/s400/Sargent_repose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Repose - 1911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUUJtQCOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7yBEjIuOizY/s1600-h/sargent-mrs.+curtis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033357869975603426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUUJtQCOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7yBEjIuOizY/s400/sargent-mrs.+curtis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Ralph Curtis - 1898&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-1404546796070402998?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/1404546796070402998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=1404546796070402998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/1404546796070402998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/1404546796070402998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/02/john-singer-sargent.html' title='John Singer Sargent'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/RdoUkJtQCQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7jMSRRVnJww/s72-c/Sargent_Mademoiselle_Jourdain_1889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-4482512123447988295</id><published>2007-02-15T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:24:31.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Deodorant Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RdTdaOKdvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lM-x7kbADg/s1600-h/deodorant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RdTdaOKdvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lM-x7kbADg/s400/deodorant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031890126228012130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No seriously, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-4482512123447988295?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/4482512123447988295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=4482512123447988295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/4482512123447988295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/4482512123447988295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-deodorant-ever.html' title='The Best Deodorant Ever'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uDhaxhixVA4/RdTdaOKdvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lM-x7kbADg/s72-c/deodorant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-5584187241796855539</id><published>2007-02-14T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:45:52.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Valentines&amp;gender=p"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Valentines!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pound for pound, hamburgers cost more than valentines!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You share your birthday with valentines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baskin Robbins once made valentines flavoured ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentines were originally called Cheerioats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no lead in a lead pencil - it is simply a stick of graphite mixed with valentines and water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching valentines!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, valentines are the victim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astronauts get taller when they are in valentines!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 55 percent of Americans know that the sun is made of valentines!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding valentines on Christmas morning is believed to bring good luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href="&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-5584187241796855539?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/5584187241796855539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=5584187241796855539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/5584187241796855539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/5584187241796855539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-yall.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-117036572857193912</id><published>2007-02-01T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:35:28.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Plans</title><content type='html'>After a lot of thinking and praying, I discussed it with my most wise advisor and I have decided... To become a gypsy.  I wanted you to be the first to know. I hope you all wish me well in my career choice. I know it will not always be easy but I think I am up to the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-117036572857193912?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/117036572857193912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=117036572857193912' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/117036572857193912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/117036572857193912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/02/college-plans.html' title='College Plans'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116916343727086485</id><published>2007-01-18T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:37:17.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Preperation</title><content type='html'>A conversation between the "girls" when trying to decide what to fix for dinner went accordingly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Well, why don't we use this left over pork tenderloin and make bar-b-que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. You don't make bar-b-que out of pork tenderloin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Any real bar-b-que is made out of pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan: Yes, but it is made out of the ribs and butts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: What, is pork tenderloin not good enough for bar-b-que or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116916343727086485?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116916343727086485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116916343727086485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116916343727086485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116916343727086485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/01/dinner-preperation.html' title='Dinner Preperation'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116913511341255259</id><published>2007-01-18T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:45:13.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>akay</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal-- Peach and I are changing our URL and want you to be the first to know. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new URL will be:&lt;br /&gt;           www.mblevins.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;You will no longer be able to find us at screebees2.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;  We will be changing it next week. Come visit us!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116913511341255259?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116913511341255259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116913511341255259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116913511341255259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116913511341255259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/01/akay.html' title='akay'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116900360771265127</id><published>2007-01-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:13:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Grammar when it's 'Make your own sentence' day</title><content type='html'>Today while doing Shurley Grammar with Momma and Peach, we had to write a practice and improved sentence. The joint effort can be fun, and the sentences usually end up being hilarious. This morning for instance, our improved sentence ended up being;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;The  ghetto  bunny  in  the  pimpmobile  was  her  boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we all get to but input into the sentence and momma added in the object of the prepostion. Yes, pimpmobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was right after we caught her singing, under her breath, 'Ridin' Dirty' on the way downstairs to watch our GilesKirk lecture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she can kill me for posting this. :)&lt;br /&gt;  Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;           MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116900360771265127?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116900360771265127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116900360771265127' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116900360771265127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116900360771265127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-grammar-when-its-make-your-own.html' title='I love Grammar when it&apos;s &apos;Make your own sentence&apos; day'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116855533823865702</id><published>2007-01-11T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:42:18.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello People!</title><content type='html'>I could give a short list of the goings on in my life or make excuses for not posting more often but that would be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I am going to start posting all of the things I threaten mj I am going to post. And then you will all laugh hysterically....and probably be a little afraid of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Hello to Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116855533823865702?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116855533823865702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116855533823865702' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116855533823865702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116855533823865702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-people.html' title='Hello People!'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116794586767354024</id><published>2007-01-04T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:25:31.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. I'm back, hopefully to stay. I've had a break from the blogging world and I decided I would like to post more often. More like post at all. :-) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This article you are about to read is an e-mail I received from Brittany Stanaland &lt;br /&gt;back in the Gazette for Dummies days. She wrote this for you to read in the paper. Because I failed to get the last issue out, you never had a chance to read this. Now that Brittany is in heaven with both her Heavenly Father and the father she had here on earth, she no longer suffers from the terrible cancer that had taken over her physical body. Please continue to pray for her wonderful family who has lost a sister, a daughter, a husband, and a father all in a very short time. &lt;br /&gt;  Please read this and remember not only Brittany and her family but all of the other people you know who suffer from cancer and other sicknesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote this for you all to read, so I really want everyone to do so. I'm so, so  sorry you never got to read it when she sent it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello everyone, I am Brittany Stanaland. I was mentioned for prayer in December issue. I really appreciate all the prayers, cards, letters, gifts and phone calls from you. I am so very fortunate to have so many good friends like you.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 13 years old and I have a rare type of cancer called Desmoplastic Small Round Cell Tumor (DSRCT) cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last year when I was in 7th grade. In March 2004, I had a blood disease call Henoch-Schonlein Purpura (HSP). My feet started swelling and I got a really bad rash all over my feet, which started traveling up my legs. It was very painful. My doctor started giving me steroids for the rash. The rash got into my blood vessels and traveled to my brain, which caused me to have seizures. I was life-flighted to Sacred Heart Children's Hospital in Pensacola Florida.  I stayed in the Intensive Care Unit for a week, then I went home. The rash continued to travel up my body so I was on the steroids, high blood pressure medicine, lots of pain medicine, and also seizure medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2004, I started swelling up in my stomach and abdomen so I went to our family doctor. He did an ultra sound of my stomach and it showed a large mass. He said it might just be fluid or the blood disease coming back so he sent me back to Sacred Heart Hospital. They did a whole bunch of tests and then surgery. They removed some tissue for a biopsy and they inserted a broviak port in me so they could do blood tests and treatments without sticking me with a needle each time. I still have that same port in me to this day. They even used it for the feeding tube and to give me blood transfusions when I need them. On June 29, 2004 I was diagnosed with DSRCT cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hospital from June 24th to July 17th  then back again the last week of July 2004, then most of the rest of the summer getting chemotherapy a week every three weeks for the cancer, treatments for infections, and blood transfusions. Around the first of December, after four rounds of chemotherapy, (I was suppose to have 5 rounds) my kidney started to mess up an my creatinine level went over 6 ( 1.4 is normal).  My doctors decided I could not have any more chemotherapy treatments because of the damage to my only working kidney, so they sent me home to hospice care. They only gave me 1 to 3 weeks to live. Hospice came almost everyday the first week, then twice a week after that to check my blood, bring my medicine, and to check my vital signs.  We somehow got through Christmas, then my kidney functions just started getting better. I know it was because so many people were praying for me to get better.  I didn't feel like I was gonna die either. I think maybe I would have known if I were gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in 8th grade now. I try to go to school when I feel like it. Even if I don't go, my teachers send me work to do. Being 13, in the 8th grade, and also having cancer is very frustrating. People are always asking me if I feel OK or how I'm doing. Every time people ask me that, I always say fine cause I really am. The only difference is I feel rally tired a lot of the time and I am not as strong. Other than that, I feel kinda fine. A lot of the time I feel like my old self. Sometimes I don't feel like I am sick at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in the hospital that is 2 hours away from my house is hard sometimes cause I don't always get to see my friends. Although my friends come over every now and then, they can't miss very much school for me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually with chemo I get very sick on my stomach and sometimes I throw up a lot. I also get mouth sores and one time they got so bad I couldn't eat anything. One time I couldn't talk at all or even move my tongue, so I had to write every thing down when I wanted to say something.  Also, I lost most of my hair, but not all of it, YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed a lot since I got sick. I still try to do everything like a normal kid. I try not to let it get to me. Some people wonder if I blame God or anybody, but I don't. I just deal with it as best as I can. Some people even say that by looking at me you can't tell I am sick.  I just want to get through my life as normal as possible and live life to the fullest and cherish every moment. I believe I can do it and pass this with the help of everyone prayin for me. I really appreciate all the prayers and calls and cards that everyone sends me. I don't take any of it for granted. I believe that if I didn't have the friends and family I have now, I don't think I could do it, but I do have really good friends and family and that helps a lot. Soooo I want to thank everyone again for everything they have done for me and my family. Please keep prayin.&lt;br /&gt;                                    Brittany Stanaland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After reading that, it really makes you think about how much we really take advantage of the health God has blessed us with. &lt;br /&gt;  Live your life to the fullest! God bless you all during this new year and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116794586767354024?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116794586767354024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116794586767354024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116794586767354024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116794586767354024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116319132510431128</id><published>2006-11-10T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:42:05.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad"s new Motto</title><content type='html'>I don't know who came up with this , but Daddy got a HUGE kick out of it.  And since he lives with four girls I  guess I can see how he would feel this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given: Girls take up time and money.&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Time x Money&lt;br /&gt;Since time = money...&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Money x Money&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Money ^ 2&lt;br /&gt;Since Money = the root of all evil&lt;br /&gt;Girls = the root of all evil ^ 2&lt;br /&gt;Thus...Girls = Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Engineer had to of come up with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116319132510431128?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116319132510431128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116319132510431128' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116319132510431128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116319132510431128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/11/dads-new-motto.html' title='Dad&quot;s new Motto'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116129015660745539</id><published>2006-10-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:35:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm</title><content type='html'>You know what I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you don't ... which is why, to thrill you all ... I am going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love copies the the moment they come out of the copy machine. When they're still warm. It's even better when you have a whole stack of them. And they're all the same, all perfectly the same. And warm...don't forget warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you all want to go make copies doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116129015660745539?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116129015660745539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116129015660745539' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116129015660745539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116129015660745539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/10/warm.html' title='Warm'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-116018438204905940</id><published>2006-10-06T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:26:22.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/i-love-lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/400/i-love-lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes from "I Love Lucy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Merriweather: &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh, you study numerology?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Of course."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Merriweather: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm a one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm a three."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm a five."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Merriweather:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "We're all odd aren't we?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucy&lt;/strong&gt;: (LOWERS VOICE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I had Arthur come over here and I gave him a dacing lesson to get Peggy off your neck."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky: &lt;/strong&gt;"What are you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;whispering about ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If my feet ever find out it was my idea, they'll kill me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky: &lt;/strong&gt;"I'm making you out a schedule so you can budget your time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucy: &lt;/strong&gt;"Budget my time? You mean like I budget my money?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky:&lt;/strong&gt; "Heaven forbid!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky: &lt;/strong&gt;"What do you know about rice?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fred: &lt;/strong&gt;"Well, I had it thrown at me on one of the darkest days of my life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-116018438204905940?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/116018438204905940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=116018438204905940' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116018438204905940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/116018438204905940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-lucy.html' title='I Love Lucy'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-115706638734888563</id><published>2006-08-31T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:19:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I jumped the suburban off all by myself today!!!!! I am so, so, so, so, happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-115706638734888563?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/115706638734888563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=115706638734888563' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115706638734888563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115706638734888563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-happy_31.html' title='I&apos;m so happy!'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-115706632500587966</id><published>2006-08-31T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:18:45.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I jumped the suburban off all by myself today!!!!! I am so, so, so, so, happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-115706632500587966?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/115706632500587966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=115706632500587966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115706632500587966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115706632500587966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so happy!'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-115637477219265404</id><published>2006-08-23T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:12:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/97225/401202.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-115637477219265404?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/115637477219265404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=115637477219265404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115637477219265404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115637477219265404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-115386218648965408</id><published>2006-07-25T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:16:26.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tact</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Tact is the art of making people feel at home, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when that is really where you wish they were."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                         -Some guy...I can't remember his name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-115386218648965408?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/115386218648965408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=115386218648965408' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115386218648965408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115386218648965408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/07/tact.html' title='Tact'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-115154334621307785</id><published>2006-06-28T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:09:06.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revised</title><content type='html'>During harmony Highlands Caitlin and I revised an old saying... for the better I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you've got it and can flaunt it modestly, flaunt it."           lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-115154334621307785?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/115154334621307785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=115154334621307785' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115154334621307785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/115154334621307785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/06/revised.html' title='Revised'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-114835370543878494</id><published>2006-05-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:08:25.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY FACES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-114835370543878494?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/114835370543878494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=114835370543878494' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114835370543878494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114835370543878494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/05/funny-faces.html' title='FUNNY FACES!'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-114677922385439953</id><published>2006-05-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:49:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I call it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/magart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/magart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;at work!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-114677922385439953?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/114677922385439953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=114677922385439953' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114677922385439953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114677922385439953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-call-it.html' title='I call it...'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-114538453706531521</id><published>2006-04-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:22:17.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We need to post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-114538453706531521?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/114538453706531521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=114538453706531521' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114538453706531521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114538453706531521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-114080038092011044</id><published>2006-02-24T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:59:40.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Half Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today is my half birthday...YAY!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-114080038092011044?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/114080038092011044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=114080038092011044' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114080038092011044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/114080038092011044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-half-birthday.html' title='Happy Half Birthday'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113823727830341629</id><published>2006-01-25T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:01:18.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'> JOKE OF THE MONTH</title><content type='html'>Ok, so a frog wanted to build a house. Well he walked into the bank to ask for a loan. The teller whose name was Patty Wack told him she could give him a loan but asked him what he was going to pay collateral with. Mr. Frog brought out a little ceramic dog to pay the collateral. Patty Wack took the little dog and told Mr. Frog that she would have to double check with their boss to make sure that would be an acceptable payment. She showed it to her boss and said, Sir, do we even know what this is? He turned and said, “It’s a nick nack, Patty Wack. Give the frog a loan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know another funny joke about a frog so the next time you see me ask me to tell you the frog joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113823727830341629?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113823727830341629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113823727830341629' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113823727830341629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113823727830341629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/01/joke-of-month_25.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JOKE OF THE MONTH'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113691499691589235</id><published>2006-01-10T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:45:46.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought to Ponder...</title><content type='html'>How many trees does it take to make a forest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder that and get back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113691499691589235?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113691499691589235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113691499691589235' title='107 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113691499691589235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113691499691589235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-to-ponder_10.html' title='A Thought to Ponder...'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>107</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113678301618817112</id><published>2006-01-08T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:03:36.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool New Blog--check it out</title><content type='html'>www.maitland23.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113678301618817112?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113678301618817112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113678301618817112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113678301618817112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113678301618817112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/01/cool-new-blog-check-it-out.html' title='Cool New Blog--check it out'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113652278613411651</id><published>2006-01-05T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:47:04.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah Boogie?</title><content type='html'>A few moments ago I was wandering through the blogs when the thought entered my head....these people need to post more often....when all of a sudden the thought hit me... I haven't posted in a month!  Very hypocritical of me I know.  So I decided to come over here and post.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    So now I have to think about something to post.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I never have to look far.... Mary-John and Maitlyn are currently dancing to the previews of a movie.....yes that is correct, the previews of a movie. And now they are comparing thier pajamas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       "Maitlyn! they're both green and pink!"  -Mary-John&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Now they are singing  "who did, who did, swallow Jonah and dancing as they sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Maggie Please watch our dance please!"  -Mary-John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Wow... we can dance really good"  -Maitlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Hey hot stuff this is Maitlyn"   -Mary-John  (MJ is pretending to make a call on Maitlyn's phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Whitney just walked up here and said...."What did I miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And Mary-John and Maitlyn continue their Jonah "boogie".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113652278613411651?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113652278613411651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113652278613411651' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113652278613411651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113652278613411651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2006/01/jonah-boogie.html' title='Jonah Boogie?'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113484442710632657</id><published>2005-12-17T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:33:47.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request--</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;  One of my mother's most close and dear friends is suffering from severe congestive heart failure. This is a condition where her heart is just not strong emough to pump all the blood out to the body.  The blood &amp; fluid backs up &amp; congests the lungs &amp; also collects in other parts of the body. She really needs a heart transplant but is not a candidate because she also has multiple sclerosis. Sister Cheri Wolfe is 47 years old &amp; has 3 small children. Please pray for her &amp; her family.  Please pray that the Lord will strengthen her heart if it is his will. The family's and her goal is to be home for Christmas. The Lord is already been answering prayers and she is hopefully getting to go with her family to her mother-in-laws this afternoon. Please pray that she will be strong enough to be able to go. Sister Cheri, to be so sick, is one of the strongest people I know. I know that God has blessed her with that strength. Please pray that she can continue to be a part of her wonderful family. Please announce this in your churches and ask your families to be praying for them as well. I know she will be so excited to hear that she has so many people around the country praying for her. Thank you all so so much. &lt;br /&gt;  God bless you all and I hope you have a blessed Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;                                     -MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113484442710632657?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113484442710632657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113484442710632657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113484442710632657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113484442710632657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/12/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request--'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113423250290637611</id><published>2005-12-10T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:35:02.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Seven things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      To do before I die-&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - Get married and raise a family&lt;br /&gt;      - See all seven wonders&lt;br /&gt;      - Cut Brian’s hair. :-)&lt;br /&gt;      - Become the Christian I hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;      - Climb a mountain&lt;br /&gt;      - Sail a sailboat around the Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;      - Have my prince charming save me from….something. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I cannot do-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      - See all seven wonders of the ancient world.&lt;br /&gt;      - Fluently speak a language other than English.&lt;br /&gt;      - Have a twin.&lt;br /&gt;      - Paint my right-hand fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;      - Play the violin in three-inch heels (Can’t do it either Claire. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could though?)&lt;br /&gt;      - Sleep when I’m hot.&lt;br /&gt;      - Go to sleep easily. Oh but how I would love to.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Things that attracted me to my spouse- (hypothetically speaking)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      - His honesty&lt;br /&gt;      - We share the same moral and Christian standards&lt;br /&gt;      - His wisdom&lt;br /&gt;      - His patience and slow temper&lt;br /&gt;      - His compassion&lt;br /&gt;      - He is fun to be with and easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;      - His love for family&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Things I say most often-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Right&lt;br /&gt;- I love this song! (Whitney…you’ll get it)&lt;br /&gt;- Something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;- Aww Momma…please just five more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;- You have got to be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;- Now, he is cute… JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight books I love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- King James Bible&lt;br /&gt;- Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;- Betsy, Tacy, and Tib series. (Every girl should read these.)&lt;br /&gt;- The Hiding Place&lt;br /&gt;- Carry a Big Stick&lt;br /&gt;- The adventures of Tom Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;- The chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I could watch over and over-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;     - National Treasure&lt;br /&gt;     - Holiday Inn (in fact I am watching it today)&lt;br /&gt;     - Pride and Prejudice (the old and new one…especially the old one, but I thoroughly enjoyed the new one.)&lt;br /&gt;     - Sense and Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;     - Charade&lt;br /&gt;     - Ever After&lt;br /&gt; (and a bunch of other movies….Finding Neverland, Batman Begins,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     People I want to tag-&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Whitney of Grits93&lt;br /&gt;- Chelsea of Toes that twinkle&lt;br /&gt;- Caleb of coolest blog title ever&lt;br /&gt;- Kole of Lovers of God&lt;br /&gt;- Maitlyn of she can use my blog, m&amp;m&lt;br /&gt;- Natalie of she can use my blog, m&amp;m too.&lt;br /&gt;- Will of Darkside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113423250290637611?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113423250290637611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113423250290637611' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113423250290637611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113423250290637611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged_10.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113407439880350956</id><published>2005-12-08T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:06:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things...</title><content type='html'>I almost didn't do it, but I changed my mind. So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To do be for I die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Travel all over Europe (maybe live there, for a very short period of time)&lt;br /&gt;     Get Married&lt;br /&gt;     Figure out what I want to do in college (preferably in the next year and a half)&lt;br /&gt;     Write a book (I am still playing with that idea, I always wanted to)&lt;br /&gt;     Learn to play the piano (maybe next year)&lt;br /&gt;     Go on a sailboat trip (it really doesn't matter where)&lt;br /&gt;     Learn to drive a motorcycle (I ways wanted to... I'll have to talk to dad, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Things I cannot do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Be a morning person (just can't do it...I've tried)&lt;br /&gt;    Lick an envelope without making a face&lt;br /&gt;    Post regularly (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;    Write well (that’s the problem with the book theory)&lt;br /&gt;    Think under any pressure (like, this is too much pressure)&lt;br /&gt;    Stop craving guacamole (thanks a lot Bruces!)&lt;br /&gt;    Talk on the phone for extended periods of time (I make an exception for Caitlin)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Qualities I would really like my (future) husband to possess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A godly man (have all my same beliefs, be a Pb, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;    Have a really great sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;    Be able to Dance really well (that is optionally but it would be really great)&lt;br /&gt;    Be the ultimate gentleman&lt;br /&gt;    Always do the right and honorable thing&lt;br /&gt;    Appreciate good literature&lt;br /&gt;    Be liked by my dad (that one is really important!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Things I say a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Here’s the deal…&lt;br /&gt;    I can’t think of any more…if you have any I am open for suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seven books I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;   Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;   Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;   The Bible&lt;br /&gt;   Besty-Tacy&lt;br /&gt;   L.M. Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;   The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Movies I could watch over and over&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Holiday Inn&lt;br /&gt;   Jane Austen movies&lt;br /&gt;   Ever After&lt;br /&gt;   Roman Holiday&lt;br /&gt;   Charade &lt;br /&gt;   Second hand Lions &lt;br /&gt;   The Philadelphia Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am pretty sure most ever one has been tagged by now…so if you have a blog, I know you, and you have not been tagged yet…you are offically tagged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113407439880350956?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113407439880350956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113407439880350956' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113407439880350956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113407439880350956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/12/seven-things.html' title='Seven Things...'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113392422241642980</id><published>2005-12-06T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:57:02.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey y'all!</title><content type='html'>OK, I have no plan for this post so I'm just gonna smoothly let my fingers guide me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting which was like two or three weeks ago was fabulously fabulous, and Thanksgiving was wonderful as usual. We went to my Grandmothers house and after it was pretty much over, me, Graham, Caleb, Whitney, and Chelsea all had an acorn fight which was really fun. Whitney managed to steal their (Caleb and Grahams)acorns and dumped them out so Caleb drenched her with water. All was fun fun fun. &lt;br /&gt; I also got to see the new Pride and Predjudice which was AWESOME!!!!!!!! Don't worry though. I won't force you to read through one more post about how awesome Mr. Darcy was. Although he was pretty awesome! &lt;br /&gt; I'll try to post sometime soon when I can figure out how to use the scanner...for some reason I've been having a lot of trouble with that lately. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good night sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite.&lt;br /&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt; God bless-&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;               -MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113392422241642980?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113392422241642980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113392422241642980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113392422241642980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113392422241642980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-yall.html' title='hey y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113330441910414796</id><published>2005-11-29T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:46:59.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blevins Who?</title><content type='html'>We are not dead...Just missing in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113330441910414796?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113330441910414796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113330441910414796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113330441910414796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113330441910414796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/11/blevins-who.html' title='Blevins Who?'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113182252320145730</id><published>2005-11-12T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:13:54.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Little, Starbucks, and 12 police cars.</title><content type='html'>This morning started out with Jane Eyre and Breakfast, my cousin Stacey and violin. In other words, I read, ate, had a visit with my relative across the creek, and serenaded our empty house. (Momma and Maggie were out walking, Daddy was at the singing school grounds and Morgan was in Tennessee.) So I was aloud to play anything I wanted as loudly as I wanted! I had sort of plan for my day. I would ketch up on some things I hadn’t found time to do in awhile. Such as exploring, painting, posting, sky diving (jk), and you know stuff like that. Well around eleven my cousin Tyler (Toe toe head) calls and invites me to go see a movie with him Maddie, and Steph.(my cousin, their mom.) Maddie is six and is hilarious. First they had to go to the dentist. We stayed at the dentist for 2 and a half hours!!! I couldn’t believe how long it took! Well we finally got to the movies and the only thing playing was Chicken Little so we watched that. I forgot to mention that we met Stacey and one of Madison’s friends there too. After the movie we went to Barnes and Noble and got Starbucks. Don’t worry, this boring post gets better. Remember, I covered the Chicken Little part and the Starbucks part. What I haven’t gotten to though is the part about the 12 police cars. But y’all aren’t interested in hearing about that right? Well I’ll tell you anyway. I rode home with Stacey and as we get on the interstate we spot 7 police cars. Then Stacey says “look MJ, in your rear view mirror.”  Another police car. But wait not only a police car but a speeding car. No, the car wasn’t only speeding but it was running from the police! It zipped in front of us and swerved around another car and kept on going. I couldn’t believe we were really seeing a chase. Then right behind that police car came another one so that made 9 police cars. Later on our road, right beside the Pritchett’s neighborhood we all of the sudden see at least 25 cars lined up all a long the road in front of some houses, and yes three police cars. So that was interesting, thrilling and surprising. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that this morning I also wrote Hobby Lobby a letter. Why you may ask did I write them a letter? Because I was very disappointed with the way they handle gift cards. For a company that purports itself to be a Christian based company, I was not happy with the way they handle some things. I’ll tell you about that some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it’s really Friday but I wont be able to post this on the internet ‘till tomorrow. Goodnight! Have a wonderful Saturday and Sunday!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, all of the police cars had their lights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until next time, buckle up and be safe! (our radio station always says that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113182252320145730?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113182252320145730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113182252320145730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113182252320145730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113182252320145730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/11/chicken-little-starbucks-and-12-police.html' title='Chicken Little, Starbucks, and 12 police cars.'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113090028000944025</id><published>2005-11-01T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:52:28.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F in Geography</title><content type='html'>As a homeschooler, I am failing in geography.  How was I supposed to know that to go from Dallas to Birmingham you had to go through Houston and Nashville. (Yes, this is a very long post but well worth reading.)&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;          I have only flown once in my entire life and used to be scared to death of flying alone. But despite all that, I flew to Dallas last week to visit the Bruces and go to there church’s dedication meeting.  I left at nine o’clock on Wednesday morning, went through Houston because I was flying southwest, and landed in Dallas at one o’clock, right on time. Everything went like clock work. I had no problems and every plane was on time or even early.  I stayed at the Bruces through Monday.  On Monday they dropped me off at the airport at twelve o’clock, I checked my bags, went through security, and found my gate. My plane was scheduled to leave at one o’clock, I checked the monitors and it was on time. At exactly one they came over the loud speaker announcing that flight 27, my flight, had been delayed for an hour. Well, I had a flight leaving Houston at two-thirty, I didn’t have time. So I went up to the desk and explained my situation, after what seemed like a half an hour but was probably more like five or ten minutes he very rudely pointed me to a different gate. I went and got in line and waited for about ten minutes at one-thirty the plane left. The flight from Dallas to Houston is supposed to be an hour, at two-thirty the pilot came over the speaker and said the plane should land in about fifty minutes. I will remind you that I had a flight leaving Houston at two forty-five! But I wasn’t worried, the flight attendants were counting how many people were going to miss a connecting flight and I was sure they would just put me on the next flight or my other flight would be delayed.  We arrived in Houston around four, I immediately went to the monitors and when I didn’t see my flight number I got in line at the nearest desk. When I finally got up to the desk I gave my boarding pass to the man, told him what happened and asked where I needed to go, he Gate fifty-one and you need to hurry, was my replay.  So I quickly headed in the direction the man pointed, down a long hallway and around a huge curve and there… was security, I had to stand in a long line and go through security again.  Well I finally arrived at gate fifty-one, there was nobody at the desk and the sign said Baltimore.  I hurried over to the nearest desk and once again got in line. The woman in front of me got up to desk and was told that they didn’t have a flight leaving until the next day and they would have to put her up in a hotel room, and for the first time that day I began to get very worried. When I got up to the desk the woman said I had missed that plane (no! really) and they would have to put me somewhere else, so she types around on her computer forever wrote on my old boarding pass gate twenty-three and told me I was going to Nashville and then on to Birmingham and when I got to Nashville I, without any information, could figure out where I needed to go.  I hurried over to gate twenty-three and got in line hoping for some more information. Now at this point I was at the point of absolutely sobbing and to make it worse I was trying to talk to mom and she kept asking me how I was and if I was calm. I barely got out yes I am fine, I really wanted to cry and say no! I am not fine, I am all alone and I don’t know where I am going and I want to be home!! But I just kept praying please dear God give me control over my emotions. So I told her I would handle it and call her back as soon as I knew where I was going. After waiting, literally forever this time, the man at the desk gave me two boarding passes one for a flight to Nashville and another one from Nashville to Birmingham so I got on the plane. At this point it was all I could do to keep from absolutely sobbing.  I called momma told her everything and said I would call her when I got to Nashville. By the time I got off the phone with momma a stray tear or two had strayed across my cheek. Both the women I was sitting by enquired if I was ok which only made me want to cry harder but I managed to say that I was fine , just frustrated. At five o’clock PM the plane took off for Nashville, I was supposed to be home at four-thirty. So I leaned back and closed my eyed and tried to go to sleep.  When I woke up I was feeling much more calm and ready to handle anything. The plane landed in Nashville at six-thirty. I got off the plane found my gate, called home, and went on search of something to eat.  As I sat in the airport eating really bad chicken fingers I realized that I was supposed to call Aunt Lynn when I got home at four-thirty and it was now after six-thirty.  So I called Aunt Lynn and said, guess where I am? Needless to say she was very surprised, but I explained the situation to her I even almost thought it was funny.  After eating I bought magazine and settled down to wait because my flight did not leave until eight-forty, I had to wait for two hours! But the time did pass and I got on the plane finally headed for Birmingham. The plane landed on time and I rushed out of the plane, luckily I was the first one off. Daddy was going to pick me so I headed to the baggage claim and called him.  He met me there, we got my bag, and headed home. I arrived at home at ten o’clock PM, four hours after I should have arrived.  I took me ten and half hours to get from Dallas to Birmingham; I could have just about driven it in that time.  And so, I survived my first flying trip alone, but only barely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113090028000944025?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113090028000944025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113090028000944025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113090028000944025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113090028000944025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/11/f-in-geography.html' title='F in Geography'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113061707956566805</id><published>2005-10-29T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:17:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON!!!! WAR EAGLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is for you Peach since I know you'll be dying to hear the Auburn/Ole Miss. game score. WE WON!!!! 27 to 3!!!! &lt;br /&gt;    Don't forget the UAB/Memphis game Tuesday! GO BLAZERS! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113061707956566805?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113061707956566805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113061707956566805' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113061707956566805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113061707956566805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-won-war-eagle.html' title='WE WON!!!! WAR EAGLE!!!!'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113054208472146055</id><published>2005-10-28T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:28:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I put my very unusual name in the search engine (I think that's what it is) followed by "needs" and the only thing that came up is "Mary-John needs Mental Help" &lt;br /&gt;What are they CRAZY? No I don't! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113054208472146055?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113054208472146055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113054208472146055' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113054208472146055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113054208472146055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/10/aaaahhh.html' title='AAAAHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-113044078729630596</id><published>2005-10-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:19:47.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie needs</title><content type='html'>This is a game borrowed from Dan's blog.  You put in Your name needs into the search thingy on the internet browser. This is what came up. Apparently I am very needy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs an alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs friends-- any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs your help. She got herself into deep debt and sees no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to feel validated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie desperately needs to be transferred to either The Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee or the Performing Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) in California, where she would have her choice of companions and ample room to roam in a suitable climate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to learn how to respond to, or not respond to, people, dogs and other stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs caring and understanding, just like Sheila had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to be with her human all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs a cheating fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to live with other elephants in a warm climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs approval from men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to get out of her trailer more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to find out if her competition is as dominant as she assumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to vent her secret love for Richard before she gets caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs to go to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs a sane mom more than a banana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie desperately needs two things: religion and a man who can express his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs a bit more depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie needs a bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-113044078729630596?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/113044078729630596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=113044078729630596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113044078729630596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/113044078729630596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/10/maggie-needs.html' title='Maggie needs'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112943525150121144</id><published>2005-10-15T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:02:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gov. in love</title><content type='html'>Granny got married yesterday! Not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Granny. My sisters and I are her adopted granddaughters, a long with many others. The Wedding was beautiful, she was beautiful, and the singing was beautiful. They had some of the Vestavia members at the front singing for all of the music and for the service the Swindal children, and Rachel, a.k.a. Harmony Kids sang a few songs. (By the way, their new c.d. is great!) The Kyle sisters and The Lowrances came out. (Brother Sonny and Sister Voncille.) Granny came down the aisle to, “Amazing Grace” sung by the Kyle’s. It was beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen any bride grin as much as she did. And then, the reception, it was great! They had a chocolate fountain!!!!!!! I’m not kidding! Then Graham, Rachel, Bradley, Joshua, Whitney, and I all decorated the car. It had things like, “Gov. in love” or “former Gov. Hunt just married. Honk if ura republican” written on it. Everyone had a good ole’ time.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Today we cleaned out our garage…there are not many words to say about that. &lt;br /&gt; Well now, I will search through a few of my commonplace books and find something interesting to post.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; “…It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         -Helen Burns in “Jane Eyre” chapter 6&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Well I hope everyone had a good week and I hop y'all have a wonderful Sunday to sart off your week. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112943525150121144?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112943525150121144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112943525150121144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112943525150121144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112943525150121144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/10/gov-in-love.html' title='Gov. in love'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112925650833295119</id><published>2005-10-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:21:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Post</title><content type='html'>As most of you are aware, Morgan and I recently moved up to the room over the garage and MJ is now in her own room. Well, as I sat here checking my mail MJ comes to the top of the stairs with her pillow and toothbrush in tow. Mary-John! You are not sleeping up here, I told her as she appeared. Why!! I have not slept up here in three nights. I think she forgets that she has her own room. Well good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112925650833295119?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112925650833295119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112925650833295119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112925650833295119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112925650833295119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/10/bedtime-post.html' title='Bedtime Post'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112870771211508974</id><published>2005-10-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:55:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savanna's Birthday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BITRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SAVANNA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! (IT IS HER 18TH BIRTHDAY TODAY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112870771211508974?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112870771211508974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112870771211508974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112870771211508974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112870771211508974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/10/savannas-birthday.html' title='Savanna&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112793455952978855</id><published>2005-09-28T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:24:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about a boy and his truck?</title><content type='html'>This past Friday after our return from Washington D.C. (which was AWESOME!!!!) we decided to take the day easy and enjoy a little picnic on the farm. The water was packed, the sanwiches were packed, the books packed and the blankets were packed. Our cousin Stacey came along with us. Now the farm we were going to belonged to one of our old sweet deacons of our church who was thrilled to hear we were coming. We got there slightly hungry but just couldn't resist a good ole' conversation with him and his wife before we headed out to the top of sunset hill. Sitting in their air conditioned living room, talking about his adventures in WWII and how he saved a man's life, got a silver star, a purple heart, and fought the Japanese, all in Australia was just what we needed to get over our hunger. After the World War II stories had ended (which I could have gladly listened to all day) we started our adventure in the back of the truck, through the briarpatch, to the top of Sun set hill. Half way there his truck stopped; so he got out and opened the hood and sat there for a few minutes rubbing his chin contemplating what to do. Finally Morgan called Sister Hazel back at the house and told her of our misfortune. It wasn't long before the jumper cabels were attached to the battery of her impala jumping off the old worn-out truck. mean while, sitting in the back of the truck, we girls , deciding we had been famished long enough broke out the sanwiches and lemonade. Who cares if our picnic wasn't on a shady hill with blankets and books we were satisfied with a rusty bed of a truck. (As long as we got to eat.) :-) After he had had his fill of lemonade, he started the truck back up and we were off! ah finally to the top! The view was beautiful! The hay had not yet been cut so with hay and briars ten inches ablove our ankles, the beauty of the scenery was taken away by ooh,,ahh oww ick! ouch! YOWY!!!! ih, ooh ow, man! it was nice though because after tromping through briars and dead grass, to lay down on a blanket with soft hay underneath was delightful. we had just all settled into our books...(oh and I must mention, Momma and brother Charles had  just left down the hill to go back to the house for water)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112793455952978855?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112793455952978855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112793455952978855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112793455952978855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112793455952978855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-it-about-boy-and-his-truck.html' title='What is it about a boy and his truck?'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112784991727392682</id><published>2005-09-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:38:37.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          Here is your update.  Last week we went to Washington D.C..  We went to the holocaust Museum, which was exhausting.  The World War 2 Memorial and the Washington Monument. We went all the way up in it and surprisingly I did not get sick.  Even though I was stupid enough to look down the crack of the elevator.  We went to the Art Museum, that was really cool. We also spent a day at Mount Vernon,  which is really Beautiful!  (by the way, by "we" I mean Daddy, Momma, Me, and MJ.  Morgan had school, much to her disappointment.)  We got home Thursday evening and Friday we went to the farm but ended up spending most of the day in the back of a truck because it kept breaking down but it was still great just to be out of the house.  Saturday  I was mildly sick, Momma and Daddy went to Aunt Rachel's birthday party, and the Pritchett children came over to watch a movie. (A Series of Unfortunate Events)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had a head ache and was still a little sick so I didn't go to church and church that night was canceled because of the weather.  Yesterday we did school and today I am work.  So that is what we have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         -Peachy-Keen-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112784991727392682?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112784991727392682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112784991727392682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112784991727392682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112784991727392682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112682436560334521</id><published>2005-09-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:51:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arlington House</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Our Trip To Arlington&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/scan00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/scan00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Arlington is a lovely antebellum house&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/scan00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/scan00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lounging in the grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/scan00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/400/scan00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(pic1) We had already had a tour of the house so we waited on the steps as every one else toured the downstairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pic2) "No! It's my turn to wear the hoop skirt!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/scan00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;MJ (aka Marjonicua) looking lovely as always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/979/400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (1) Claire waiting longingly at the gate (waiting beatifully, if I might say so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2) Only Whitney can make a lamp post look so good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112682436560334521?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112682436560334521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112682436560334521' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112682436560334521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112682436560334521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/09/arlington-house.html' title='Arlington House'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112379503201001073</id><published>2005-08-11T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:19:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Row Boat</title><content type='html'>I got a Row Boat, I got a Row Boat, I got a Row Boat, Hey Hey Hey Hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prier to My 16th Birthday party, MY Dad and I were having and on going conversation about what I wanted for my sixteenth birthday. Well, as any one who knows me well would know, I am a very indesisve person and I couldn't really come up with any thing. So I started telling my Dad stuff that was crazy and I knew I was never going to have. Like a Louis Vuitton Luggage and a studio. So we made a top five list of things I really wanted but knew I was probably never going to get. And a row boat was in that list. But Dad didn't fully understand what I meant by row boat, so I got on the internet and found a website for row boats. Well Daddy got all excited and we started looking at them and all the different colors, even though I knew I was never going to have one. (beacause all the ones he showed me where really expensive, he didn't show me the cheaper ones) So, the more attached I became the more I thought I was never going to have one. Then, the morning after my party, we had just finished breakfast and were sitting under the tent talking, my grandparents came over and were talking to me and every one was being so weird! So I got up and started walking towards the corner of the house. As I came around the bushes I could see daddy and he was smiling so big I thought his mouth was going to fall off and momma had the video recorder out. And there on in the grass was my little red row Boat! I was so surprised/excited that I began to cry. I went over and hugged Daddy and just Cried and cried. And to agree with The Queen , John Blevins is one really cool papa dude! And so, I got a Row Boat, I got Row Boat, I got a Row Boat, Hey Hey Hey Hey. If you ever come to the lake with us I will be sure to give you a ride in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112379503201001073?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112379503201001073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112379503201001073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112379503201001073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112379503201001073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-row-boat.html' title='My Row Boat'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112286240070506645</id><published>2005-07-31T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:33:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beehive laughter</title><content type='html'>Well at present I am at the Beehive, and I am extremely thrilled to be here. My two sisters, my Momma, and me all came to the...umm...certain place where the Bruces live in America....yeah. Anyway, the reason we are here is for the Ambleside convention. (Which was very cool because we got to help out behind the scenes and wear the cool conference tees and look all official and stuff.) I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever, I will try to be more frequent.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the Shieldmaiden and I are modeling wigs which make us look like girls who have never seen a hair brush! Now, if any of you have ever seen the Shieldmaiden, you know that her hair is anything but black which is the color of the dreadful wig that she is wearing. The wig I have have on is long, very long, &amp; BLONDE! My hair looks black compared to this wig! (It's very itchy too.) On top of our wigs, sit two of the most atrocious hats I have ever seen! But then how can I say they are atrocious, when the hats are what give me so much delight? Earlier today my sister Mo, my other sister Peachy-Keen, my friend Fa-so-la-la, and my other friend the shieldmaiden, and I all went to get supper at the Corner Bakery. Not only did we go with hats atop all of our heads, but we went with confidence! Now, let me see, Mo had on a Bob the Builder construction hat, peach-Keen had on a 1930's up-town newsboy cap, Claire had a little flat 1940's spring church hat, Caitlin had on a tan fitted hat with a feather sticking straight up, and I had a red hat with a HUGE black feathers sticking straight up. It looked like a very girly, red, top hat. Very cool. Well everyone is laughing and giggling in the next room so I'm going to see what all of the laughter is about. Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;                       -M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112286240070506645?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112286240070506645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112286240070506645' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112286240070506645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112286240070506645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/07/beehive-laughter.html' title='Beehive laughter'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-112119436315979302</id><published>2005-07-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:52:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July tears</title><content type='html'>JULY! Is it really July? Please somebody tell me it is only May or even June. I feel as if summer is almost gone. It makes want to cry, life is going way to fast. It seems like just yesterday I was telling Daddy that I was going to be four forever and now I am at the back door of my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am over that I will give every one an update on my life seeing as I haven't posted in an eternity. A lot has happened since May so here goes. The second full week of JUne I went to Harmony HIll got sick half way through the week and came home early. The next week I went to our singing school (Harmony Highlands). We spent the 4th of july at the lake. Where the boys were finally allowed to jump off of the top of our pier. (they have been begging to do it for months) Now we are at home trying very hard to get our house back to order before Pam's tea, so the very next week we are headed back out to Dallas for a conference. (which means we get to stay several glorious days with the Bruce girls in a hotel room watching movies and whatever else we feel like doing!) Then the weekend after that, CA and I are having our 16th birthday party, a confederate ball. After that we should calm down a little until later in August (I never can remember which weekend) when the bruces come over for Elder Pyles Preaching trip. Man, I am tired already! So you can probably understand why we are begging mom not to start school until october. I really need a vacation. But it is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is probably long enough for another couple of months. LOL. I miss every one and hope to see you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-112119436315979302?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/112119436315979302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=112119436315979302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112119436315979302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/112119436315979302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-tears.html' title='July tears'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111696248894387036</id><published>2005-05-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:14:08.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost, found, and my imagination</title><content type='html'>I am very pleased to announce to the entire blogger world that I peachy-keen am back. And since I owe you all an explenation for why I have so extremly tardy I willl take this time to tell you all. You see one day I went out for a walk. Well it wasn't very long until I realized that it was getting late, so I headed back the way I came. Well you all know that I am directionally challenged and when I passed the same tree the 13th time it finally occurred to me that I was lost. So as the darkness drew nearer and nearer my sight grew dimmer and dimmer AND THEN ... suddenly before I realized I had stumbled across a group of... (Hold your breath)...gypsies! Yes, the wildest group of them in Alabama. Well actually probably the only group. But anyway, before I could run away one of them saw me and in fear that I would give away their hiding place they abducted me. Which is crazy in and of itself seeing as I didn't know where I was nether the less find my way home and tell some one else where they were. But they didn't listen to this and took me with them anyway. At first they kept me chained up in a wagon but then when one of there expectant women drew very near the arrival they needed the place in the wagon to put her so I was tied to the back of the wagon and made to walk. So after a week of this their captain who had been out on a mission, returned. And after seeing me and inquiring why I was there he decided he was going to marry me! I was in a terrible scrap, but you see they really didn't care what I thought about the arrangement so it looked as if I was going to be the wife of a gypsy captain. Well as the wedding day approached I grew very sick, so sick in fact that they all thought I was going to die. So in fear of losing his future bride the captain broke down and took me to a doctor. Well actually he brought the doctor to me. At this point I was completely out of it, I was delirious and in a coma. I didn't even know there was a doctor there. So to my great surprise when I awoke it was to see the very kind very handsome face of the doctor looking anxiously at me. Well when he realized that I was awake he flew to my bed and checked my fever and did all the things you would expect a doctor to do. But very wisely he did not inform the captain that I was awake so we had a few minuts to talk. After I told him my story he knelt beside my bed and said..."If I can get us both out of here safely, (and then to my great surprise he continued) will you marry me," and he explained that as he sat by my bed day in day out he slowly began to fall in love with me. As I looked into his face so full of love I knew the only answer I could ever give him and I said ...yes. So immediately he set to work devising a plan for us both to escape. After a few minutes of pacing back in forth he said,"Lay back my darling and pretend to be asleep and if anyone comes near you hold your breath. And with that he rushed out of the room. He later told me he had told the captain that I had died, for in a few minutes several people rushed into the room and leaned over me. And then as they backed away I heard them talking: Captain:Are you sure she is dead! Doctor: yes quite sure, and if you will allow I would like to take her back with me and give her a proper burial. Captain: Yes you may do that we have no use for her now. And then they all left. That night the doctor came in, wrapped me up in several blanket from head to toe and laid me gently in what I later found to be a wagon. And we rode safely out of the camp. Several miles down the rode the doctor stopped and jumping into the back of the wagon quickly unwrapped me. Three days later he left me at a hospital where he knew I would be attended to and with the promise of coming back when I was 18 he left. So now I wear the ring of my beloved doctor with the hop that someday He will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now I could have told you that I had been really busy. But that is really boring. So you are now welcome to believe what ever you would like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Doctors Bride-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111696248894387036?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111696248894387036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111696248894387036' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111696248894387036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111696248894387036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost-found-and-my-imagination.html' title='lost, found, and my imagination'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111651295541625546</id><published>2005-05-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T07:29:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Song</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear fa-so-la-la, Happy Birthday to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111651295541625546?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111651295541625546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111651295541625546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111651295541625546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111651295541625546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/05/birthday-song.html' title='The Birthday Song'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111586551466709095</id><published>2005-05-11T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:47:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A green thumb yet?</title><content type='html'>~Marjoniqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day today since morning till evening I have been gardening or working in the yard. I planted quite a few delphiniums, (my favorite flower, or one of them rather) A fox glove,&lt;br /&gt;several rows of salvia, and two mexican somethings. Soon I'll start my vegetable/fruit garden.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while planting my strawberry plants, Grandaddy (A swell gardener himself) walks up to me and says in his sweet grandfather voice "Mary-John, whatcha' got planted there?" "Strawberry plants, Grandaddy." "Oh really?" " Yes sir." Well then of course he goes into giving me an interesting lecture on how to do this and how to do that when it comes to planting strawberry's. He also told me about his 400 plants and his rows and rows of strawberry's he has set out. He then looked up and saw my Watermelon plants and proceeded to inquire about them as well. As soon as I told him they were watermelons he softly chuckled and said again, "Oh really?" "Well I'll be darned." And then he walked off and tended to his buisness.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget what my Grandmother said once while planting tulips with me and Peachy-Keen. She leaned over the unplanted flowers and quietly said how she wished she could do as much as she used to when she worked in her garden. After that she looked at Peachy-Keen and me and said "You know, I just never felt so close to God as when I'm in a garden."&lt;br /&gt;I really like that. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;-Captain Random (Marjoniqua)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111586551466709095?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111586551466709095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111586551466709095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111586551466709095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111586551466709095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/05/green-thumb-yet.html' title='A green thumb yet?'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111577567337846296</id><published>2005-05-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:41:13.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Information</title><content type='html'>-Marjoniqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     For all who have been long wondering, R.S.V.P. stands for a French phrase, "répondez, s'il vous plaît," which means "please reply."&lt;br /&gt;   I did not know what that stood for for quite some time. Well, now you know!&lt;br /&gt;                                                -M (Captain Random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111577567337846296?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111577567337846296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111577567337846296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111577567337846296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111577567337846296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-information.html' title='Random Information'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111491764999132810</id><published>2005-04-30T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:31:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A waste of postage...I mean a wasted post</title><content type='html'>Well I reckon it's past time for me to be a postin' on this here piece o' technology.&lt;br /&gt;And indeed it is! I wrote a poem with intentions of posting that piece of scrap paper as I like to call it here but you shall have to wait for that as well. (What are you waiting on for you to have to wait on that as well???) Anyway, don't you get tickled when little kids (children, not goats) say something funny, or remember something you've long forgotten! Just the other day my younger cousin Madison remembered that one of my eldest sister's friends gave her 25 points for hula-hooping... The hula-hooping itself took place weeks before! Well that is all I shall say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very friend (the one that gave Madison 25 points for her fantastic skills with the hoop) told my family the other night about an exchange student that was attending her school and a few of the interesting happenings during Phina's (I guess that's how you spell her name...It's German) stay here in the states. Before Phina came to this state, She went to New York for a class informing her and several other exchange students of things we say that they wouldn't understand. Such as, "See you later!" If we said that to someone who had just learned English, they would expect to really see us later that evening. For example, American&lt;em&gt; southerner probably :-)&lt;/em&gt; : We'll see y'all later! Phina: What time?&lt;br /&gt;They might answer with something like that. It's true when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of foreigners coming to the states, Obey a member of a pb church near us is, came over from Tanzania, and will be leaving soon. :-( please be in prayer for him and his family in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my fondest memory of him would have to be this...&lt;br /&gt;Rachel my friend had sunglasses on her head used as a head band and Obey came up to us and said "Rachel! I did not know that you wore glosses!" (you have to hear his accent!) So Rachel said, "Oh! These aren't glasses for my sight, they are sun glasses to block the sun." Obey turned to me and said, "Oh I see." "Marjoniqua, do you have sun glosses too?" It was SO funny! It would have been much funnier for you if you had heard his deep African accent.&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose that's all for now. Be good girls and boys! (AND DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT :-))&lt;br /&gt;~M (Captain Random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111491764999132810?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111491764999132810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111491764999132810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111491764999132810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111491764999132810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/waste-of-postagei-mean-wasted-post.html' title='A waste of postage...I mean a wasted post'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111333182499924872</id><published>2005-04-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:50:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blondes and birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My oldest sister turned 18 in march. (Boohoo, we are all getting so old it makes me want to cry!) Well one of our very good friends was not able to be there. So last saturaday my sisters and I went to spend the night with them. After dinner M.F. (my friend) suddenly came out with a small birthday cake and they all start singing happy birthday... well in my blondness, the whole time they're singing I am thinking to my self...Whose Birthday is it? I know M.F.B. (my friends brother) 's birthday is next week , but why would they be singing to him now?. So about the time M.S. (my sister) blows out the candles it accures to me duh!It is for M.S. Well to add to the excitement, as soon as the candles are out on that cake M.F. comes out with another small cake , but this one was horribly deformed. She had tryed to make a cake and it had messed up so she had to get her mother to go buy one. So we all sang again and then we ate cake! -PK-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111333182499924872?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111333182499924872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111333182499924872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111333182499924872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111333182499924872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/blondes-and-birthdays.html' title='blondes and birthdays'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111266327269841755</id><published>2005-04-04T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:07:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy-keen's first post</title><content type='html'>Early this week I was confronted by my sister and begged to go in with her on a Blog with the promise that I wouldn't even have to post.  So, I agreed.  As soon as the blog was set up I was promtly begged to post with much encouragement from a certain someone in Dallas with very long blonde hair.  So I am here now to post. There that was my post. I hope every one has a very good week.  And I promise I shall post again!                                    PK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111266327269841755?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111266327269841755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111266327269841755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111266327269841755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111266327269841755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/peachy-keens-first-post.html' title='Peachy-keen&apos;s first post'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111265410474848744</id><published>2005-04-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:43:19.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 16:32</title><content type='html'>Marjoniqua~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 16:32&lt;br /&gt;He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty,&lt;br /&gt;and he that ruleth his spirit, than he that taketh a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scripture may be one of the greatest verses in Proverbs. Though there are many, Proverbs 16:32 portrays an excellent point. With control of anger, you are better than those who have conquered cities and better than those who have gained glory and might through great victories! God through Solomon tells us that. Ruling our spirits means leading lives of love, joy, peace, goodness, longsuffering, meekness, and temperance. Ruling our spirits in a godly way, not letting Satan take control and make us angry: that is ruling our spirits. A man that rules his spirit and leads a godly life is better than great conqeurors with no self control. Someone living a simple, humble, and godly life, has more riches than a man who's gained great victories in the world, but has yet to conquer his anger.&lt;br /&gt;      This verse is a favorite of mine because it is a great reminder for me not to get caught up with worldly pleasures and be quick to anger, but to rule my spirit and ask the Lord for that ability. It's O.K. to have power, and to be successful in this life but if we cannot conquer our spirits and emotions, what then have we gained? Nothing.     :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111265410474848744?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111265410474848744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111265410474848744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111265410474848744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111265410474848744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/proverbs-1632.html' title='Proverbs 16:32'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111262832024928074</id><published>2005-04-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T08:25:20.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy-Keen???</title><content type='html'>OH why won't Peachy-Keen, my dear sister express herself on her very own BLOG??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;PEAACCCCCHHHHHYYYY-KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNN??????&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Peachy-Keen! WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING!!!????!!!!???? :-)&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh I love smiley faces! ~MJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111262832024928074?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111262832024928074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111262832024928074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111262832024928074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111262832024928074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/peachy-keen.html' title='Peachy-Keen???'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111247135331552027</id><published>2005-04-02T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:45:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Your Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Am Your Shepherd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart bowed down in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And you're asking what brings tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout a sinner gone astray,&lt;br /&gt;Headed down the road of destruction,&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't follow the Lord's instructions&lt;br /&gt;getting deeper into trouble day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he told me, "I am your shepherd, I will lead you on.&lt;br /&gt;Just lean upon me, for i am big and strong."&lt;br /&gt;When I'm discouraged, it seems I hear him say,&lt;br /&gt;"I am your Shepherd, I'm with you all the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your in Christ dear brother&lt;br /&gt;He can comfort you like no other&lt;br /&gt;He can make each pain and trouble go away,&lt;br /&gt;Lift your voice and sing His praises&lt;br /&gt;For His power outlasts the ages&lt;br /&gt;And will take you home to Heaven some sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He'll tell you, "I am your Shepherd, I will lead you on.&lt;br /&gt;Just lean upon me, for I am big and strong."&lt;br /&gt;When I'm discouraged, it seems I hear Him say,&lt;br /&gt;"I am your Shepherd, I'm with you all the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someday we've made it over to that city beyond death's river&lt;br /&gt;Then it won't be by the good deeds we have done,&lt;br /&gt;For the Holy one up in Heaven, full salvation has freely given&lt;br /&gt;Through the merits of His only Darling Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He'll tell us, "I am your Shepherd, I will lead you on.&lt;br /&gt;Just lean upon me, for I am big and strong."&lt;br /&gt;When I am discouraged, it seems I hear Him say,&lt;br /&gt;"I am your Shepherd, I'm with you all the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William A. (Shorty) Smith&lt;br /&gt;1927-2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears in my eyes, all I can say is A-men.&lt;br /&gt;~M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111247135331552027?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111247135331552027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111247135331552027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111247135331552027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111247135331552027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-your-shepherd.html' title='I Am Your Shepherd'/><author><name>Marjoniqua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571661994436266579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j234/browneyeddoll_29/023_23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11864285.post-111240961263348342</id><published>2005-04-01T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:44:09.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, That was troublesome!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;We have a blog! I really hope this works. :-S (frantic smiley.) I do hope you will all find something interesting here, and comment away! Yes, I admit, creating this blog was troublesome. (Well, of course it was for me! I am such a computer dunce!) But, I am glad I now have a place to post my thoughts and opinions about the world in general! (Which I have many! as Caitlin Bruce did say.) Well, It is late and I do need sleep sooooo, I must end this short opening note with a goodnight and a God Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;~M&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that was very random, and I do apologize, but I assure you it will become more interesting. (At least I hope!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11864285-111240961263348342?l=screebees2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/feeds/111240961263348342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11864285&amp;postID=111240961263348342' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111240961263348342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11864285/posts/default/111240961263348342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screebees2.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-that-was-troublesome.html' title='Well, That was troublesome!'/><author><name>Elvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02963981261821048757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10mnLGZgGd0/SOou8m3F_0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dTjB-PvMf28/S220/DSC_0822-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
