<?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-7865004</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:34:52.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Ann</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-115896241454239035</id><published>2006-09-22T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:08:17.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets Make Us Crazy</title><content type='html'>We have this cat named Gus.  Cutest baby ever.  However, half the people in the world have no idea what his real name is because his nicknames are ever-evolving.  I wrote a new friend recently about this and thought I'd write to see if anyone else has this predicament with their pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus's nickname evolution went something like this: Gustav--Gus--Leetle Mon--Leetle--Bear Cub--Cub Scout--Cubby--Coob Scoot-- Cooby.  And then there were all of these funny little cheers/songs that went along with half of the names.  "Leetle Mon" was inserted into a peculiar soy sauce commercial's jingle instead of the word "Kikkoman."  The last four nicknames' cheers went like this: "Scout's Honor!" -- "Give a shout out to the cub scout!" --  "Give a shoot oot to the Coob Scoot!" -- "Shoot to the Coob!"  Now, we are either the most bizarre people ever, or, hidden away in their homes, many people succomb to silliness around their beloved pets.  Which is the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named Rachel who I believe is just as pet-silly as we.  This is what she wrote instead of a profile for herself on an Internet site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who wants to hear about me when you can hear about the diabolical Darth Cephus! Bocephus is about 3 inches high, and inherited the name "midnight missile" because he runs back &amp; forth from the front of the house to the back as fast as he can go over &amp;amp; over again [the dog is also black]. Bo runs into walls, chews on Tony's dip, and will eat ANYTHING (his favorite is onions fresh off of the grill). He has scabies or something that makes his hair fall out. He poots a lot. He doesn't have any balls but that doesn't slow him down! Bo loves to go riding in the truck. He loves taking baths and hates the guy that lives across the street [...] Bo also loves to watch tv and will play with anything or anybody that squeaks. This dog is virtually retarded, but only I can say that because if anyone else calls my babies names, I will do them bodily harm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-115896241454239035?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/115896241454239035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=115896241454239035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/115896241454239035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/115896241454239035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2006/09/pets-make-us-crazy.html' title='Pets Make Us Crazy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1A-BIVNg4iM/SbK7NhiizyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WKTMCQ_TYJc/S220/Glen+and+Beth%27s+C-mas+Pictures,+2008+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-115860174968261897</id><published>2006-09-18T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:49:09.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Hundred Five</title><content type='html'>It's a stormin' today in Alabama.  I'm in a good mood because my students participated really well in class and actually seemed to have a good time. *GASP*  I made them read a short essay called "The Hijab" by a Canadian Islamic student, and they seemed to really get into discussing feminisim, race, and stereotypes.  I think I'll have them read a Maya Angelou piece next because the class is predominantly African American, and because I want them to get a sampling (if possible) of authors from a wide range of religious, cultural, and ethnic backgrounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-115860174968261897?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/115860174968261897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=115860174968261897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/115860174968261897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/115860174968261897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-one-hundred-five.html' title='Number One Hundred Five'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1A-BIVNg4iM/SbK7NhiizyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WKTMCQ_TYJc/S220/Glen+and+Beth%27s+C-mas+Pictures,+2008+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-115853252028548139</id><published>2006-09-17T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:35:20.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Hundred Four</title><content type='html'>I wore gloves today to church.  I got inspired by the episode of Sex and the City in which Carrie and Miranda go to church to spy on Big and are both wearing gloves and a hat.  I was also inspired by my friend Rebekah who is always wearing vintage clothes and accessories.  The gloves I wore were some kid leather ones that were my grandmother's.  They were more like driving gloves, but I didn't care.  I just wanted to wear some, and my "proper" gloves are at my mother's house.  I think some people thought I didn't know the difference. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some people in my life who don't know me well think I'm stupid-- or just ultra naive like Charlotte.  Neither of these is true, but I get really nervous when I'm in a group of people and have a hard time articulating myself.  This seems hard to believe because I'm such an extravert, but it's true.  Sometimes, I dive into a subject I don't know much about (eh hem... politics) just because I feel I haven't participated enough in the conversation, and then I feel like I'm in one of those dreams where one is standing naked in the middle of a crowd.  Only I feel that I'm not only naked but also standing on a ledge above everyone so that they can gawk at me.  This almost always happens when my husband and I go to lunch with a group of people, and I just want to hide under the table.  Maybe this is all in my mind, but I always feel that awkward moment in the conversation when I've said something vague or worse-- something that makes absolutely no sense.  Sometimes I don't even know where the thing came from, but there it is, staring me in the face saying, "What's your next move, smartie?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-115853252028548139?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/115853252028548139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=115853252028548139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/115853252028548139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/115853252028548139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-one-hundred-four.html' title='Number One Hundred Four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-114905208105099847</id><published>2006-05-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:59:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Hundred Three</title><content type='html'>I never post on this thing any more, but why not? I changed the name of this blog and removed my own name to assure that no predatory characters have a chance. I have become increasingly wary of the Internet and the accessibility to private information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog name is a nickname that my best girl friend has long called me, and a subtle tribute to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I shall go to the beach. I don't think I went at all last summer, which I find sad, since I live only a few hours from many beaches. I hope it's sunny and few people are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found "the one my heart loves" and am getting married in August. That is why I never post any more. I find expressing myself to the one person who understands me better than anyone else on earth much more fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-114905208105099847?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/114905208105099847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=114905208105099847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/114905208105099847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/114905208105099847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2006/05/number-one-hundred-three.html' title='Number One Hundred Three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-113951642502742522</id><published>2006-02-09T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:20:25.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Hundred Two</title><content type='html'>For my love, G. G. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;br /&gt;Want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Every day I love you more and more&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change, winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;But I love you&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may&lt;br /&gt;Come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br /&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no mountain too high&lt;br /&gt;No river too wide&lt;br /&gt;Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds may gather&lt;br /&gt;And stars may collide&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Until my dying day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Moulin Rouge, "Come What May")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-113951642502742522?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/113951642502742522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=113951642502742522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113951642502742522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113951642502742522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2006/02/number-one-hundred-two.html' title='Number One Hundred Two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-113336523226590942</id><published>2005-11-30T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:40:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Hundred One</title><content type='html'>"I have a smile&lt;br /&gt;Stretched from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;To see you walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet at the lights&lt;br /&gt;I stare for a while&lt;br /&gt;The world around us disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;On this island of hope&lt;br /&gt;A breath between us could be miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me surround you&lt;br /&gt;My sea to your shore&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the calm you seek"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sarah McLachlan, "I Love You")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-113336523226590942?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/113336523226590942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=113336523226590942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113336523226590942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113336523226590942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/11/number-one-hundred-one.html' title='Number One Hundred One'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-113079923354052333</id><published>2005-10-31T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:53:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Hundred</title><content type='html'>"I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;They were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way&lt;br /&gt;Into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Rascal Flatts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-113079923354052333?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/113079923354052333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=113079923354052333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113079923354052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113079923354052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/10/number-one-hundred.html' title='Number One Hundred'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-113026555987713213</id><published>2005-10-25T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:12:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-nine</title><content type='html'>Rosa Parks died today. I am inserting a quote in her memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People always say that I didn't give up my seat because I was tired, but that wasn't true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was 42.&lt;br /&gt;No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics from "Hark! The Harold Angels Sing" really moved me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ, by highest heav'n adored&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the everlasting Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Late in time behold Him come,&lt;br /&gt;Offspring of the favored one.&lt;br /&gt;Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see;&lt;br /&gt;Hail, th'incarnate Deity&lt;br /&gt;Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, our Emmanuel!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-113026555987713213?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/113026555987713213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=113026555987713213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113026555987713213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/113026555987713213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/10/number-ninety-nine.html' title='Number Ninety-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112912872537269943</id><published>2005-10-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:01:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-eight</title><content type='html'>"Many times&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Many times I’ve cried alone&lt;br /&gt;Always I’m surprised how well you&lt;br /&gt;Cut my feelings to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve invested too much time&lt;br /&gt;To give you up that easy&lt;br /&gt;To the doubts that complicate your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong to the light&lt;br /&gt;We belong to the thunder&lt;br /&gt;We belong to the sound of the words&lt;br /&gt;We’ve both fallen under&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we deny or embrace&lt;br /&gt;For worse or for better&lt;br /&gt;We belong, we belong&lt;br /&gt;We belong together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pat Benetar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112912872537269943?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112912872537269943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112912872537269943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112912872537269943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112912872537269943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/10/number-ninety-eight.html' title='Number Ninety-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112844355839729213</id><published>2005-10-04T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:32:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-seven</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard a song in which you understood almost none of the lyrics?  My most recent puzzlement has been Greenday's "Holiday."  So, here are most of the lyrics, to ease my mind, and yours if you've been troubled lately, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear the sound of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;The shame, the ones who die without a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the dogs howling out of key&lt;br /&gt;To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;And bleed, the company lost the war today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;On holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the drum pounding out of time&lt;br /&gt;Another protestor has crossed the line (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;To find, the money's on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get another amen? (Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;There's a rag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;A gag, A plastic bag on a monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;On holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;On holiday(Hey!)(Say, Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;"The representative from California has the floor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zieg Heil to the president gasman&lt;br /&gt;Bombs away is your punishment&lt;br /&gt;Pulverize the Eiffel towers&lt;br /&gt;Who criticize your government&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang goes the broken glass and&lt;br /&gt;Kill all the fags that don't agree&lt;br /&gt;Trials by fire, setting fire&lt;br /&gt;Is not a way that's meant for me&lt;br /&gt;Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;This is our lives on holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; the lyrics yet, but at least I know them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112844355839729213?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112844355839729213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112844355839729213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112844355839729213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112844355839729213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/10/number-ninety-seven.html' title='Number Ninety-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112838653539258035</id><published>2005-10-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:42:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-six</title><content type='html'>"Open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll realize&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand with my&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Come and be my pride&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be denied&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very start&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;Feel the love you've got&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Robert Knight, "Everlasting Love")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112838653539258035?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112838653539258035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112838653539258035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112838653539258035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112838653539258035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/10/number-ninety-six.html' title='Number Ninety-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112740886814463989</id><published>2005-09-22T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:07:48.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-five</title><content type='html'>Some lines from Daniel Bedingfield's "If You're Not the One":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're not the one, then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine, then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine, would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're here with me now.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right,&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Know my heart is by your side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am sitting here blogging because I have nothing else to do.  I gave my students a test this morning at 8am, but they were all done by 8:30.  So, I just let them go.  They should have liked that because I usually teach right up to 9:15.  Anyway, I marked all the tests.  Now, I need to tally up the missed points and assign grades.  I am really tickled with one of my students whose test I already graded and who made about a 108.  Yea!!  At least someone is learning.  :D  Well, I must be going.  I have sat at this computer for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112740886814463989?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112740886814463989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112740886814463989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112740886814463989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112740886814463989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-ninety-five.html' title='Number Ninety-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112680770261687477</id><published>2005-09-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:08:22.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-four</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going to meet my wonderful, kind, beautiful boyfriend for dinner at Applebee's in Ozark.  I am so excited to eat some food that I don't have to cook and to get to see him.  I have missed him a lot this week...  Then, quicker than I can blink, it will be Friday, and I will have all weekend to spend with him.  YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!  I absolutely can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have spent my lunch time in the Spanish room writing e-mails and blogging.  It's some of the only quiet time I get to myself during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112680770261687477?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112680770261687477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112680770261687477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112680770261687477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112680770261687477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-ninety-four.html' title='Number Ninety-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112670935113515413</id><published>2005-09-14T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:25:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-three</title><content type='html'>"Purring seems to be an automatic safety-valve device for dealing with happiness overfl0w."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So she said, What's the problem, baby?&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem? I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm in love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this?&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it, 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me, but I don't know nothing 'bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running,&lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming, all this love&lt;br /&gt;Melting under blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby, I surrender&lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't mean to do it&lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines of lightning&lt;br /&gt;Mean we're never alone,&lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on,&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on,&lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;We were once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love (x7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her&lt;br /&gt;Love ... I'm in love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Counting Crows, "Accidentally in Love")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true... I'm in love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112670935113515413?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112670935113515413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112670935113515413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112670935113515413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112670935113515413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-ninety-three.html' title='Number Ninety-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112663395367056729</id><published>2005-09-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:52:33.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-two</title><content type='html'>"Tap on my window, knock on my door.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full, and my door's always open.&lt;br /&gt;You can come any time you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maroon 5, "She Will Be Loved")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112663395367056729?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112663395367056729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112663395367056729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112663395367056729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112663395367056729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-ninety-two.html' title='Number Ninety-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112660734748929436</id><published>2005-09-13T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:55:39.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety-one</title><content type='html'>"I had no choice but to hear you.&lt;br /&gt;You stated your case time and again.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like I'm a princess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to liking that.&lt;br /&gt;You ask how my day was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me,&lt;br /&gt;And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it;&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is thick, and it swallowed me whole.&lt;br /&gt;You're so much braver than I gave you credit for.&lt;br /&gt;That's not lip service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the bearer of unconditional things.&lt;br /&gt;You held your breath and the door for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best listener that I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Best friend with benefits.&lt;br /&gt;What took me so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this healthy before.&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted something rational.&lt;br /&gt;I am aware now,&lt;br /&gt;I am aware now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me,&lt;br /&gt;And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it;&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Head Over Feet," Alanis Morrisette)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112660734748929436?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112660734748929436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112660734748929436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112660734748929436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112660734748929436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/09/number-ninety-one.html' title='Number Ninety-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112653513952557400</id><published>2005-09-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:08:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety</title><content type='html'>"It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;Since I've seen the candles light your face,&lt;br /&gt;And it's been a while,&lt;br /&gt;But I can still remember just the way you taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Staind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beth, &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; my taste in women." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112653513952557400?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112437840553931084</id><published>2005-08-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:07:54.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-nine</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in forever, and feel like I owe it to my blog to post. This will not be long, though. I am sitting down in the basement with my white kitten, who gets more huge and fluffy every day. I love it. I've started calling him "fatty." I like big kitties. I'm about to go upstairs to do some things before I leave. I want to get the base of Claire Hart's purse finished so I can take it to her when Glen and I go t0 Red Star this weekend. She has a white formal for Chi Omega coming up. She looks just gorgeous in her dress, which is an off-the-shoulder wedding gown with a short train and beaded with pearls and sequins at the waist. I think I'm going to do some hand beading on her purse. I've never really done that before. Anyway, after working on the purse, I plan to pack a few things and then take a shower. I'm going to see my boyfriend today. :D I'm going to take him the movie &lt;em&gt;Sarah Plain and Tall&lt;/em&gt; (with Christopher Walken and Glenn Close) because I know he will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving Dothan I will stop by the mall. I'm dying to get a certain purse over which I am lusting. I have debated it for a while, but I have now decided that this trend is brilliant and I want to be part of it. I told Glen the other day that there are two types of trends. The first are those that catch on merely because everybody agrees to give in. These are the kind that occur because a star wears something and people want to imitate her/him (the trickle-down theory) or because a bunch of inner-city kids think it's cool (the trickle-up theory). Think neon and biker pants in the '8os. Or "grunge" in the '90s. Was that really great fashion? I don't think so. The second type of trends are those that catch on because the designers were truly onto something brilliant. The latter are the types of trends that last and that recycle themselves in one form or another over and over again throughout the years. Some great examples are the Chanel suit, the tea-length skirt, and the kitten heel (didn't Louis XIV wear the first one?). Don't get me wrong: great fashion can also "trickle down" or "trickle up." And great designers can also royally screw up. But more commonly, trends follow these lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen wanted me to get sushi and bring it up to Troy, but the sushi places don't open until dinnertime. Bruno's sells sushi in some towns, but not in Dothan (surprise!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will go now. All this talk of fashion has gotten me excited, and I need to design. Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112437840553931084?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112437840553931084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112437840553931084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112437840553931084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112437840553931084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/08/number-eighty-nine.html' title='Number Eighty-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112431713298819182</id><published>2005-08-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:18:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-eight</title><content type='html'>"I drove all night to get to you&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I drove all night,&lt;br /&gt;Crept in your room,&lt;br /&gt;Woke you from your sleep&lt;br /&gt;To make love to you&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I drove all night..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Celine Dion, "I Drove All Night")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Coming up tales&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing tales&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Coldplay, "The Scientist")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112431713298819182?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112431713298819182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112431713298819182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112431713298819182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112431713298819182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/08/number-eighty-eight.html' title='Number Eighty-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112248271127573884</id><published>2005-07-27T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:03:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-seven</title><content type='html'>"The whole world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe." (The Village)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of my great grandma Pearl. I think the picture was taken in 1917. A dear friend says I have her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The possession of originality cannot make an artist unconventional; it drives him further into convention, obeying the law of the art itself, which seeks constantly to reshape itself from its own depths, and which works through its geniuses for metamorphosis, as it works through minor talents for mutation." (Northrop Frye, The Anatomy of Criticism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here reading the Oxford English Dictionary. It is normally twelve volumes, but this version is only two volumes. The print has been shrunk, and you have to read it with a magnifying glass. :) I looked up "fluffy," and there are entries for "fluff," "flufffiness," "fluffing," and "fluffy." One definition for "fluff" is "to knock out of breath; to cause to pant." :) And one definition for "fluffy" is "drunk and incapable." Ha ha ha. Let's go get fluffy, mate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... I am doing some independent work on Northrop Frye. I am really enjoying reading The Anatomy of Criticism. And: I graduate in 8 days!! Giddyup! I am really going to miss Troy, though. I hope to visit alot. :D Well, I am going to read Frye and take a shower. And maybe have some hot chai. Mmmmm. Au revoir, mon amies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112248271127573884?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112248271127573884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112248271127573884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-seven.html' title='Number Eighty-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112203839069456151</id><published>2005-07-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:00:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-six</title><content type='html'>Today is July 22!!!!!! 22 is the number for intimacy. I'm always expectant on days with lots of twos to see what intimacy God is going to bring into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few lines from a piece of my past that resurfaced this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not to put too fine a point on it&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet&lt;br /&gt;Make a little birdhouse in your soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is where the party ends&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand here listening to you&lt;br /&gt;And your racist friend&lt;br /&gt;I know politics bore you&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you&lt;br /&gt;And your racist friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my lucky ball &amp; chain&lt;br /&gt;Now she's four years gone&lt;br /&gt;Just five feet tall and sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And all my rattling on&lt;br /&gt;She threw away her baby doll&lt;br /&gt;I held on to my pride&lt;br /&gt;But I was young and foolish then&lt;br /&gt;I feel old and foolish now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Confidentially --she never called me baby doll&lt;br /&gt;Confidentially --I never had much pride&lt;br /&gt;But now I rock a bar stool and I drink for two&lt;br /&gt;Just pondering this time bomb in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my lucky ball &amp;amp; chain&lt;br /&gt;Now she's four years gone&lt;br /&gt;Just five feet tall and sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And all my rattling on&lt;br /&gt;She walked away from a happy man&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was so cool&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there whistling&lt;br /&gt;"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could shake my tiny fist and swear I wasn't wrong&lt;br /&gt;But what's the sense in arguing when you're all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Sure as you can't steer a train&lt;br /&gt;You can't change your fate&lt;br /&gt;And when she told me off that day&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd lost my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidentially --I never told you of her charms&lt;br /&gt;Confidentially --we never had a home&lt;br /&gt;But this railroad apartmentwas the perfect place&lt;br /&gt;When she'd sit and hold me in her arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All Lyrics, They Might Be Giants, "Flood," 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112203839069456151?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112203839069456151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112203839069456151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112203839069456151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112203839069456151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-six.html' title='Number Eighty-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112188128934220227</id><published>2005-07-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T06:55:02.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-five</title><content type='html'>Today is a day for some of my favorite hymns and songs of worship. May you be blessed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hope is built on nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than Jesus'       and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not trust the sweetest frame,&lt;br /&gt;But wholly lean on Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid rock I stand,&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness veils his lovely face,&lt;br /&gt;I rest on His unchanging grace.&lt;br /&gt;In every high and stormy gale,&lt;br /&gt;My anchor holds within the vale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid rock I stand,&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He shall come with trumpet sound,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, may I then in Him be found.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in His righteousness alone,&lt;br /&gt;Faultless to stand before the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid rock I stand,&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand.&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Edward Mote, "The Solid Rock")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard people say&lt;br /&gt;What Jesus could do:&lt;br /&gt;The crippled were walking on legs that were new.&lt;br /&gt;He made blind men to see,&lt;br /&gt;And the demon possessed&lt;br /&gt;Were no longer captive;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of them said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was willing to meet my deepest need.&lt;br /&gt;Willing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was willing to come and set me free.&lt;br /&gt;He had the might and authority&lt;br /&gt;To know what I was and still pardon me,&lt;br /&gt;But only His love&lt;br /&gt;Could cause Him to be&lt;br /&gt;Willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell to my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Called out His name&lt;br /&gt;He was so holy;&lt;br /&gt;I was ashamed&lt;br /&gt;To cry out for his help,&lt;br /&gt;To ask for His touch&lt;br /&gt;I didn't deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;But I found that He was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was willing to meet my deepest need.&lt;br /&gt;Willing&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was willing to come and set me free.&lt;br /&gt;He had the might and authority&lt;br /&gt;To know what I was and what I could be,&lt;br /&gt;But only His love&lt;br /&gt;Could cause Him to be&lt;br /&gt;Willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing to hear me,&lt;br /&gt;To stop and come near me&lt;br /&gt;When I had no where else I could to turn&lt;br /&gt;Willing to save me&lt;br /&gt;And willing to raise me&lt;br /&gt;To change my whole life with a word&lt;br /&gt;He was willing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Willing," Travis Cottrell/Sue C. Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112188128934220227?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112188128934220227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112188128934220227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112188128934220227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112188128934220227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-five.html' title='Number Eighty-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112169786385704026</id><published>2005-07-18T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:58:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-four</title><content type='html'>"I used to think that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;I realize now I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;My mind becomes an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And with you lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I surrender to you&lt;br /&gt;Let love be blind,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and tenderly true&lt;br /&gt;So lead me through tonight&lt;br /&gt;But please, please turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lost every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning when you go&lt;br /&gt;Wake me gently so I'll know&lt;br /&gt;That loving you was not a dream&lt;br /&gt;And whisper softly what it means to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Then every moment we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Will be a lifetime to my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Il Divo, "Every Time I Look at You")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112169786385704026?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112169786385704026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112169786385704026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112169786385704026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112169786385704026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-four.html' title='Number Eighty-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112164823213238542</id><published>2005-07-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:58:04.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-three</title><content type='html'>"What a sight for my eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see you in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Could it stop the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;hearing you weep?&lt;br /&gt;You're not seen, you're not heard&lt;br /&gt;but I stand by my word.&lt;br /&gt;I'd come a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;just to catch you while you're smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day for laughter&lt;br /&gt;and walking at night.&lt;br /&gt;Me following after, your hand holding tight.&lt;br /&gt;And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.&lt;br /&gt;If I can but make&lt;br /&gt;the words awake the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a reason for waiting&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,&lt;br /&gt;that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by&lt;br /&gt;while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ian Anderson, "Reasons for Waiting")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112164823213238542?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112164823213238542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112164823213238542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112164823213238542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112164823213238542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-three.html' title='Number Eighty-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112051210692079590</id><published>2005-07-04T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T14:21:46.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-two</title><content type='html'>"When the rain comes&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everyone has gone away&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if you shouldn't find someplace&lt;br /&gt;To run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Escape the pain&lt;br /&gt;But hiding's such a lonely thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;From falling down on you again&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold you 'til it goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain comes&lt;br /&gt;You blame it on the things that you have done&lt;br /&gt;When the storm fades&lt;br /&gt;You know that rain must fall on everyone&lt;br /&gt;Rest awhile&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one loves you like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;From falling down on you again&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold you til it goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain comes&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Third Day, "When the Rain Comes")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am at what feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;And so I come to You, my Lord, again&lt;br /&gt;With this burden buried deep within&lt;br /&gt;This heart that You have made&lt;br /&gt;In this trial that I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I don't question 'cause I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;That the sorrow brings me back to You&lt;br /&gt;And You have made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been forty days and forty nights&lt;br /&gt;Down the road of many trials&lt;br /&gt;And I pray it's only for a season&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in the wilderness and in the flood&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;And I know You've brought me for a reason&lt;br /&gt;You've brought me for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Third Day, "40 Days")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112051210692079590?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112051210692079590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112051210692079590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112051210692079590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112051210692079590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-two.html' title='Number Eighty-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112027145237362755</id><published>2005-07-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:56:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty-one</title><content type='html'>I got a kitten today!!!!!! She is long-haired and black with white splotches. She has really pretty markings on her face and the most brilliant, beautiful emerald green eyes. Her name that she was given at the shelter is Abigail, but I will probably change it to Cosette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been looking at apartments in Dothan on apartmentfinder.com. I found a complex called Colony Square I'm pretty interested in on the circle. A one-bedroom is $350. And the best part: "small pets welcome"!! Anyway, I will go look at it on Monday. My kitten isn't even arriving until Tuesday, because she has to get her shots and get spayed. We got a pretty, silky white kitten for the house, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Josh (my brother) and I are going to see &lt;em&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/em&gt;; so I will talk to you folks later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112027145237362755?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112027145237362755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112027145237362755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112027145237362755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112027145237362755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/07/number-eighty-one.html' title='Number Eighty-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112017824774549075</id><published>2005-06-30T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:37:27.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighty</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but ask myself how much&lt;br /&gt;I let the fear take the wheel and steer.&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before; it seems to have a vague&lt;br /&gt;Haunting mass appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive&lt;br /&gt;Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before; it seems to be the way&lt;br /&gt;That everyone else get around.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Incubus, "Drive")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112017824774549075?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112017824774549075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112017824774549075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112017824774549075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112017824774549075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-eighty.html' title='Number Eighty'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-112005370836185513</id><published>2005-06-29T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:54:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-nine</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been really worried about something and then realized that there was nothing to worry about? Or that there were alot more important things to worry about? That just happened to me. I just wanted to share my relief. I think I have been experiencing &lt;em&gt;metanoia&lt;/em&gt; as of late. &lt;em&gt;Metanoia&lt;/em&gt; is New Testament Greek for turning of the mind or redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially for A and G: I love you guys. Thanks so much for watching out for me and loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!" 2 Corinthians 9:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-112005370836185513?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/112005370836185513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=112005370836185513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112005370836185513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/112005370836185513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-nine.html' title='Number Seventy-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111998331791207260</id><published>2005-06-28T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:28:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-eight</title><content type='html'>"See the stone set in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And I wait without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm we reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;You give it all but I want more&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;My body bruised,&lt;br /&gt;She's got me with&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to win and&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give&lt;br /&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;br /&gt;With or without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(U2, "With or without You")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111998331791207260?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111998331791207260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111998331791207260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111998331791207260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111998331791207260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-eight.html' title='Number Seventy-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111996351609040520</id><published>2005-06-28T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:54:02.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-seven</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! My public demands me. This post is only for April, faithful reader of my blog. On that note, I have some lines for you, love: "Prima donna, first lady of the stage, your devotees are on their knees to implore you! Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Think of how they all adore you! Prima donna, enchant us once again! Think of your muse . . . And of the queues round the theatre! Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for you, April, would I work on a blog post when I should be reading for Psychology of Women. You're just so hard to resist!! Anyhoo, last night I cooked Chinese for a good friend, who seemed to like it. He has no idea that was the first time I have ever cooked Chinese. :D Ha ha! The things you can get away with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thinkin bout taking some time&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about leavin soon&lt;br /&gt;I got some things I can't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;I got some things I just can't say&lt;br /&gt;They're the kinda things that no one knows about&lt;br /&gt;Just need somebody to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin about leaving tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin about being on my own [...]&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about getting out&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about getting out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Counting Crows, "Speedway") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Amy Holland!!!! Hope you had fun in Alaska!! Hope your marathon went well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the goldrush.&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til after dark.&lt;br /&gt;Open up the ceiling, we'll be kneeling, we'll be breathing on a spark.&lt;br /&gt;Flying kites at midnight,&lt;br /&gt;Such a dizzy height.&lt;br /&gt;Up above the small town, pulling moonlight down and wearing it skin tight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Over the Rhine, "The Seashore")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111996351609040520?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111996351609040520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111996351609040520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111996351609040520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111996351609040520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-seven.html' title='Number Seventy-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111963495639022466</id><published>2005-06-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:42:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-six</title><content type='html'>"What am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me darling true.&lt;br /&gt;To me you are the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Vast as you can be&lt;br /&gt;And deep the shade of blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Norah Jones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111963495639022466?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111963495639022466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111963495639022466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111963495639022466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111963495639022466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-six.html' title='Number Seventy-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111944836300025200</id><published>2005-06-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:53:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-five</title><content type='html'>Who in the world decided it would be interesting for an elevator to announce the floor it was on when it got there? The only thing "interesting" about it is that it scares the piss out of you if you're not expecting it. To experience this sensation, go to the English wing of Smith Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is what it means to be held.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;br /&gt;When everything fell&lt;br /&gt;We’d be held."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Natalie Grant, "Held")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111944836300025200?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111944836300025200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111944836300025200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111944836300025200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111944836300025200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-five.html' title='Number Seventy-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111905214358191503</id><published>2005-06-17T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:49:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-four</title><content type='html'>"What a beautiful piece of heartache&lt;br /&gt;this has all turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows we've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;all about healthy apathy.&lt;br /&gt;And I use these words pretty loosely.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to life than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a me you would not recognize, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Call it the shadow of myself.&lt;br /&gt;And if the music starts before I get there,&lt;br /&gt;dance without me.&lt;br /&gt;You dance so gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'll be o.k.&lt;br /&gt;They've taken their toll these latter days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' like sleepin' on a bed of nails.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' much here but our broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but baby if all else fails,&lt;br /&gt;nothin' is ever quite what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dyin' inside to leave you with more than just cliches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a me you would not recognize, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Call it the shadow of myself.&lt;br /&gt;And if the music starts before I get there&lt;br /&gt;dance without me.&lt;br /&gt;You dance so gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'll be o.k.&lt;br /&gt;They've taken their toll these latter days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell them it's real.&lt;br /&gt;Tell them it's really real.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have much left to say.&lt;br /&gt;They've taken their toll these latter days.&lt;br /&gt;They've taken their toll these latter days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Latter Days," words and music Detweiler, Over the Rhine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved cat Fudgie died today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111905214358191503?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111905214358191503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111905214358191503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111905214358191503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111905214358191503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-four.html' title='Number Seventy-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111897837980840535</id><published>2005-06-16T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:19:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-three</title><content type='html'>"Go down easy babe.&lt;br /&gt;Go down slow.&lt;br /&gt;Take all the time you need.&lt;br /&gt;We've no place else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna put on my favorite dress.&lt;br /&gt;Put my hair up too.&lt;br /&gt;Take me North, South, East or West.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll leave it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You threw a noose around my shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Got me into all this mess.&lt;br /&gt;I would have dove in head first anyway&lt;br /&gt;for less, for a whole lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go down easy babe.&lt;br /&gt;Go down slow.&lt;br /&gt;Take all the time you need.&lt;br /&gt;We've no place else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say farewell to the confines of my own back yard.&lt;br /&gt;Weeds growin' 'round the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the only way to break the curse&lt;br /&gt;is to leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the slow curve of a back road,&lt;br /&gt;one hand on the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Drive till I remember how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go down easy babe.&lt;br /&gt;Go down slow.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything better than this&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Go Down Easy," Detweiler and Bergquist)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111897837980840535?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111897837980840535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111897837980840535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111897837980840535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111897837980840535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-three.html' title='Number Seventy-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111851183590316601</id><published>2005-06-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:43:55.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-two</title><content type='html'>"Soon we must all face the choice between what's right and what is easy."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111851183590316601?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111851183590316601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111851183590316601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111851183590316601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111851183590316601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-two.html' title='Number Seventy-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111842608597675130</id><published>2005-06-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:23:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy-one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quotes for the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's always a good time to work on my zipper skills."&lt;br /&gt;"My jaw hurts, but not for the right reasons." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm great; so I should reproduce." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Rachel Wisenbaker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got plenty of ego; I want some fun."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Grant Johnson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111842608597675130?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111842608597675130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111842608597675130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111842608597675130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111842608597675130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy-one.html' title='Number Seventy-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111775188249056111</id><published>2005-06-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:51:10.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suggested Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; Helene Cixous, "The Laugh of the Medusa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us assume that the clitoris exists to give us pleasure, and that pleasure provides the spur to seek sex-- that without the promise of great reward we'd be content to stay home and catch up on our flossing. Then we must revisit the matter of disappointment, the frequency with which the clitoris fails us. Why do we have to work much harder for our finale than men do? The clitoris is an idiot savant: it can be so brilliant, and so stupid." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Natalie Angier, &lt;em&gt;Woman: An Intimate Geography&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who would want a shotgun when you can have a semiautomatic?" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Angier in reference to the clitoris, penis, and multiple orgasms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111775188249056111?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111775188249056111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111775188249056111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111775188249056111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111775188249056111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-seventy.html' title='Number Seventy'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111756435014383228</id><published>2005-05-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:24:51.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-nine</title><content type='html'>"She rolls the window down,&lt;br /&gt;And she talks over the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of the cars that pass us by&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;But she's changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at her as she looks at me?&lt;br /&gt;She's got me thinkin about her constantly,&lt;br /&gt;But she don't know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she's figured out&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for this girl,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;She was the one to hold me&lt;br /&gt;The night the sky fell down.&lt;br /&gt;And what was I thinkin when&lt;br /&gt;The world didn't end?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I know what I know now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Evan and Jaron, "Crazy for This Girl")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Beth, you're the closest thing I know to an elf!" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dr. G. R. Gill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some good "surrealist compliments" for today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Your cleverness ferments meat without the need of oxygen." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ceci n'est pas un compliment." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111756435014383228?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111756435014383228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111756435014383228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111756435014383228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111756435014383228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/05/number-sixty-nine.html' title='Number Sixty-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111686992354218280</id><published>2005-05-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:00:17.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-eight</title><content type='html'>"Do not go gentle into that good night,&lt;br /&gt;Old age should burn and rave at close of day;&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though wise men at their end know dark is right,&lt;br /&gt;Because their words had forked no lightning they&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright&lt;br /&gt;Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,&lt;br /&gt;And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight&lt;br /&gt;Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, my father, there on that sad height,&lt;br /&gt;Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111686992354218280?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111686992354218280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111686992354218280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111686992354218280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111686992354218280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/05/number-sixty-eight.html' title='Number Sixty-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111435062319985357</id><published>2005-04-24T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T06:50:23.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-seven</title><content type='html'>"Though the pain is an ocean&lt;br /&gt;Tossing us around, around, around&lt;br /&gt;You have calmed greater waters&lt;br /&gt;Higher mountains have come down...&lt;br /&gt;I will sing of your mercy that leads me through valleys of sorrow to rivers of joy, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jars of Clay, "Valley Song")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say, won't you say,&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Love, ever love&lt;br /&gt;Love everlasting&lt;br /&gt;All my devotion&lt;br /&gt;Put into motion by You&lt;br /&gt;By You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jennifer Knapp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111435062319985357?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111435062319985357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111435062319985357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111435062319985357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111435062319985357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-seven.html' title='Number Sixty-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111420075404259264</id><published>2005-04-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:12:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-six</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how many friends you can have in common with someone on Facebook and still not know them.  I just found someone I have 18 friends in common with.... never met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my brother's 17th birthday.  Happy birthday, lil bro!!  You're the man, Big J!  And you're still the original J. Lo.... My brother is one bad drummer, boys and girls.  This is his band's website: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/fightingeldiablo"&gt;www.geocities.com/fightingeldiablo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111420075404259264?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111420075404259264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111420075404259264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111420075404259264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111420075404259264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-six.html' title='Number Sixty-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111393437774457372</id><published>2005-04-19T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:12:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-five</title><content type='html'>"She's packin' her phallic symbol."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dr. Gill referring to Eowyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111393437774457372?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111393437774457372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111393437774457372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111393437774457372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111393437774457372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-five.html' title='Number Sixty-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111357536692438665</id><published>2005-04-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T07:29:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-four</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;  "I'm like a little otter...  a &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; little otter."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Stormy, &lt;em&gt;Sealab2021&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come away with me in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me and I will write you a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me on a bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me where they can't tempt us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With their lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to walk with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a cloudy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So won't you try to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a mountaintop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll never stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I want to wake up with the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falling on a tin roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I'm safe there in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all I ask is for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To come away with me in the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Norah Jones, "Come Away with Me")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the safety of my old life.  I miss the certainty of high school days, the times where the worst thing we did was skip class to go to TCBY.  I miss my dear high school friends.  There has been nothing later in my life like the intimacy that I shared with those friends.  I have never had people who cared more deeply for me or encouraged me more in my personal growth and in my walk with God.  Hannah, Beth, Allison:  this is for you.  I love you with all my heart and soul.  To the ends of the earth.  To quote Janie from &lt;em&gt;Their Eyes Were Watching God&lt;/em&gt;, "Nobody else on earth kin hold uh candle tuh you, baby.  You got de keys to de kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111357536692438665?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111357536692438665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111357536692438665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111357536692438665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111357536692438665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-four.html' title='Number Sixty-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111331894035637686</id><published>2005-04-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:15:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-three</title><content type='html'>"You cannot quit me so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Is no hope in you for me?&lt;br /&gt;No corner you could squeeze me?&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got all the time for you, love [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;Where you smile and hide,&lt;br /&gt;That’s where you’ll find me if I get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The bullets in our fire fight&lt;br /&gt;Is where I’ll be hiding waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls&lt;br /&gt;Splashed in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ran like sadness down the windowpane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;Our wicked lies&lt;br /&gt;Is the hope to keep safe from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re walking out of here,&lt;br /&gt;Right out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all we need, dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dave Matthews Band, "The Space Between")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111331894035637686?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111331894035637686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111331894035637686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111331894035637686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111331894035637686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-three.html' title='Number Sixty-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111329188461074518</id><published>2005-04-12T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:33:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-two</title><content type='html'>"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Frodo Baggins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I'm glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee. Here at the end of all things."&lt;/span&gt; (Frodo Baggins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have in the end, "at the end of all things"? My family. And God. God, who Sam reminds me of when he says, "I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my light and my salvation-- whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is the stronghold of my life-- of whom shall I be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh,&lt;br /&gt;when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear;&lt;br /&gt;Though war break out against me, even then will I be confident...&lt;br /&gt;Though my father and mother forsake me,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord will receive me. Psalm 27:1-3, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111329188461074518?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111329188461074518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111329188461074518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111329188461074518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111329188461074518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-two.html' title='Number Sixty-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111309108078834613</id><published>2005-04-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:28:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty-one</title><content type='html'>Ok, I actually wrote something at the end of this; so don't dismay. It's not just lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been here before a few times&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite aware we're dying&lt;br /&gt;And your hands, they shake with goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you back if you'd have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;So here I am are you ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you, taste you, all night&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss your laugh, your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of fights, I hate them&lt;br /&gt;Let's start this again for real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Blink 182, "Always")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I've been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling asleep,&lt;br /&gt;And she's calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he's having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she's taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to bed,&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's touching his chest now&lt;br /&gt;He takes off her dress now&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;I just can't look, it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Mr. Brightside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Killers, "Mr. Brightside")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Staring at a maple leaf&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the mother tree&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself we all lost touch&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries&lt;br /&gt;And seedless watermelon ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Nothing from the ground is good enough&lt;br /&gt;Body rised&lt;br /&gt;It puts over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot, your golden waves&lt;br /&gt;are walking down upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your&lt;br /&gt;strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember seeking moons of birth&lt;br /&gt;Rings made mirrors of the earth&lt;br /&gt;The sun was just yellow energy&lt;br /&gt;It is a living promise land&lt;br /&gt;Even over fields of sand&lt;br /&gt;Seasons fill my mind and&lt;br /&gt;Cover me&lt;br /&gt;From bringing back&lt;br /&gt;More than a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my vacation away from this place&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want&lt;br /&gt;Holding that cup&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring over the sides&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna spread my arms and fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gavin DeGraw, "Chariot")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs aren't quite in the order I wanted them, but the point is, they are the ones that have been chasing me lately. There has been a constant focus on garden/paradisal imagery for me recently. I have been absolutely enchanted by spring. For the past week, I have been watching flowers closely (especially the roses outside Smith Hall), studying bees unawaredly (is that a word?) pollinating flowers, and stared captivatedly (is that one?) at green buds pushing open. And just yesterday, I decided, with the help of Dr. Gill, to write my paper for the symposium about women and the spaces associated with them in &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;. Northrop Frye calls this the "feminine space of blissful repose." The garden is the ultimate archetype for the feminine space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been drinking beer the past couple of days. I hadn't had a drink in months before that. I also bought a bottle of Yellow Tail Shiraz-Cabernet. However, I didn't buy a corkscrew. Hmmm. That's what happens when you've never bought wine before... Well, I think I have a good beer buzz. Have ya'll ever heard that song-- shoot; I don't remember the artist-- "B double E double R-U-N, beer run!!" Josh Mallory played me that. It's not a country song, though there is one that sounds like that.  Anyway, I don't know what all this intimacy with alcohol means either. I could analyze it, but you know what?? I have to write a paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111309108078834613?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111309108078834613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111309108078834613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111309108078834613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111309108078834613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty-one.html' title='Number Sixty-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111298961447756409</id><published>2005-04-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T12:46:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More Dr. Day quotes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People, beware of your friends.  They will sometimes screw you into the woodwork using a power drill."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(referring to Benedick in Much Ado about Nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am tired of watching that bubble emit from your mouth like some elastic cud from some plastic cow."   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(referring to someone's chewing gum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Gill quotes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a river unto my people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a merciful god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a Dr. LaBrant quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's kind of like having a really warm blankie and some warm milk."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(referring to giving his students points for trying on exams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.  I'm going to write more later, but I have to go now.  I don't know if this lab is open to just anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111298961447756409?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111298961447756409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111298961447756409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111298961447756409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111298961447756409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-sixty.html' title='Number Sixty'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111244310716902529</id><published>2005-04-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T03:58:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-nine</title><content type='html'>"From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another."&lt;br /&gt;                                                     John 1:16 NIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111244310716902529?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111244310716902529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111244310716902529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111244310716902529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111244310716902529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-fifty-nine.html' title='Number Fifty-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111108874553940488</id><published>2005-03-17T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:00:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-eight</title><content type='html'>Where ARE you people when I need you?!??! I need to vent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, happy St. Paddy's Day. I'm going to write a book on how to kill the mood. I guess this will be Chapter 10 or something: "How to kill St. Patrick's Day." Well, there ya go. Go eat some cornbeef or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111108874553940488?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111108874553940488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111108874553940488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111108874553940488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111108874553940488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-eight.html' title='Number Fifty-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111105209883225448</id><published>2005-03-17T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:09:34.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Great moment in &lt;em&gt;Family Guy&lt;/em&gt; history:&lt;/strong&gt; When Brian and Stewey are on a tour in Germany because Stewey wants to go to Europe to visit Jolly Land. Brian asks the German tour guide why he is omitting all information about Germany from 1939-1945. He asks something like, "What about 1939? Germany attacked Poland in 1939." The tour guide replies, "We were invited! Punch was served! Check with Poland!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Dr. Gill said that a good archetypal reading is the equivalent to talking dirty in literature. I got a 93 on my archetypal reading of &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt;!! I guess he liked the way I talked dirty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo dang. This sleeping pill is starting to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to visit a great blog, go to: &lt;a href="http://in2thedark.blogspot.com"&gt;http://in2thedark.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Best guy's blog I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111105209883225448?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111105209883225448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111105209883225448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111105209883225448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111105209883225448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-seven.html' title='Number Fifty-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111091426069461491</id><published>2005-03-15T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:23:11.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-six</title><content type='html'>My mom wrote me this today. I thought it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what got into me, I've never done this before in my life, but I just googled myself! I put in "annie mccoy loveland"and it pulled up an Elizabeth Ann McCoy&lt;/em&gt; [my name is Elizabeth Ann Loveland]&lt;em&gt; who is on the President's Honor Roll at the Univ. of Wisconsin!! What can I say... it's just a name with great promise and potential. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance teacher this morning also said to me, "Did you know your name means 'consecrated to God'?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111091426069461491?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111091426069461491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111091426069461491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111091426069461491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111091426069461491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-six.html' title='Number Fifty-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-111043269137085022</id><published>2005-03-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:09:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-five</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My three favorite commercials right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "How do you feel between Reeses?"&lt;br /&gt;2. The McDonald's Chicken Selects commercial where the guy is like, "Oh, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; they've got a dipping sauce involved. It's worse than I thought. Dippity dip dip dip."&lt;br /&gt;3. The Hershey's commercial where the guy says something, "You know, girls are nuts anyway. Then you give them chocolate, and it's like, 'Oh my God, Chocolate! I love chocolate!!' Anyway, it's a great way to meet girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqua Teen Hunger Force Quotes for the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like my pool is tearin' ass all around the backyard." (Carl referring to his pool that he decorated with neon lights)&lt;br /&gt;"We can still melt him. Like, I have this bitchin' hair dryer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-111043269137085022?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/111043269137085022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=111043269137085022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111043269137085022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/111043269137085022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-five.html' title='Number Fifty-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110994010630675136</id><published>2005-03-04T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T04:50:05.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-four</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Day's Quote Board:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With Cleopatra, you never knew if she was going to kiss you or scratch your eyes out, but you knew you were in for a time."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in reference to &lt;em&gt;Antony &amp; Cleopatra&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He makes &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; look like a pussy cat."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in reference to Bill O'Reilly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The dead are not supposed to be hanging around.  It's really bad form."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in reference to ghosts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anti-personality whatever-the-shit."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in reference to sociopaths)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110994010630675136?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110994010630675136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110994010630675136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110994010630675136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110994010630675136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-four.html' title='Number Fifty-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110981874401372205</id><published>2005-03-02T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T18:59:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty-three</title><content type='html'>"Think of me,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while-- please promise me you'll try.&lt;br /&gt;When you find&lt;br /&gt;That once again you long&lt;br /&gt;To take your heart back and be free&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said&lt;br /&gt;Our love was evergreen&lt;br /&gt;Or as unchanging as the sea,&lt;br /&gt;but if you can still remember, stop and think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things we've shared and seen;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about the way things which might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me waking, silent and resigned.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me,&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard to put you from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Recall those days,&lt;br /&gt;Look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do&lt;br /&gt;There will never be a day when I won't think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers fade,&lt;br /&gt;The fruits of summer fade,&lt;br /&gt;They have their seasons; so do we.&lt;br /&gt;But please promise that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You will think of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Think of Me," &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt;, Andrew Lloyd Webber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110981874401372205?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110981874401372205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110981874401372205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110981874401372205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110981874401372205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/fifty-three.html' title='Fifty-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110981301021609638</id><published>2005-03-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:23:30.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-two</title><content type='html'>Have ya'll seen Dave Chapelle's "Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch??"  OH MY GOSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110981301021609638?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110981301021609638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110981301021609638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110981301021609638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110981301021609638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-two.html' title='Number Fifty-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110970070690244453</id><published>2005-03-01T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:21:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty-one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Much too overlooked song:&lt;/strong&gt; "Fat-bottomed Girls" by Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel Bruno's alternative title:&lt;/strong&gt; "The original 'Baby Got Back'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, won't you take me home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, down beside that red firelight,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gonna let it all hang out,&lt;br /&gt;Fat-bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE QUEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110970070690244453?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110970070690244453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110970070690244453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110970070690244453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110970070690244453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/03/number-fifty-one.html' title='Number Fifty-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110934731829577479</id><published>2005-02-25T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T08:01:58.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifty</title><content type='html'>"Oh, my baby, when you're older&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;You have angels that stands around you shoulders&lt;br /&gt;'Cause at times in life you need a loving hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry not my daughters,&lt;br /&gt;Worry not my sons&lt;br /&gt;Child, when life don't seem worth livin&lt;br /&gt;'Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my baby, when you're cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Never hide your face from me&lt;br /&gt;I've conquered hell and driven out the demons&lt;br /&gt;I have come with a life to set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry not my daughters,&lt;br /&gt;Worry not my sons&lt;br /&gt;Child, when life don't seem worth livin&lt;br /&gt;'Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Old Negro Spiritual, newest cover by Mindy Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To mourn a mischief that is past and gone&lt;br /&gt;Is the next way to draw new mischief on.&lt;br /&gt;What cannot be preserv'd when Fortune takes,&lt;br /&gt;Patience her injury a mock'ry makes.&lt;br /&gt;[(Patient endurance of a loss makes a mockery of Fortune's intended injury.)]&lt;br /&gt;The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;&lt;br /&gt;He robs himself that spends a bootless grief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Shakespeare, I.iii, &lt;em&gt;Othello&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110934731829577479?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110934731829577479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110934731829577479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110934731829577479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110934731829577479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-fifty.html' title='Number Fifty'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110934152426341629</id><published>2005-02-25T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:41:29.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-nine</title><content type='html'>I called Granny this morning and told her I loved her. I feel better that I at least got to talk to her and tell her that. I told her God loved her, and I was praying for her. Please pray for my Granny. Pray for her redemption. I know some of you don't believe in heaven and hell, but I want to die when I think about the possibility of my Granny in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110934152426341629?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110934152426341629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110934152426341629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110934152426341629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110934152426341629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-nine.html' title='Number Forty-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110934110995786344</id><published>2005-02-25T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T06:28:08.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Belong in 1964&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;1964 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got this from Sam.  I must say I like the actual process of taking the quiz more than the quiz results.  What happened to "You belong in 1945"?  Because I know that's where I'd get put.&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/7865004-110934110995786344?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110934110995786344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110934110995786344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110934110995786344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110934110995786344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-eight.html' title='Number Forty-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110933289237542573</id><published>2005-02-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T04:05:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-seven</title><content type='html'>"The thundering sea is calling me home, home to you,&lt;br /&gt;The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a dark new year's night&lt;br /&gt;On the west coast of Clare,&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice singing.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes danced the song,&lt;br /&gt;Your hands played the tune;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas a vision before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the music behind, and the dance carried on&lt;br /&gt;As we stole away to the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;And smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair,&lt;br /&gt;With sadness you paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go--&lt;br /&gt;Your world was not mine; your eyes told me so.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time,&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea,&lt;br /&gt;A vision came o'er me&lt;br /&gt;Of thundering hooves and beating wings&lt;br /&gt;In the clouds above.&lt;br /&gt;Turning to go, heard you call out my name,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird in a cage, spreading its wings to fly.&lt;br /&gt;'The old ways are lost,' you sang as you flew,&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you,&lt;br /&gt;The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("The Old Ways," words and music by Loreena McKennitt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quinlanroad.com/explorethemusic/thevisit.asp"&gt;Go here to hear a bit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="MM_swapImage('Audio1','','../images/explorethemusic/audio_on.gif',1)" onmouseout="MM_swapImgRestore()" href="http://www.quinlanroad.com/audio/thevisit/allsoulsnight.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="MM_swapImage('Lyrics1','','../images/explorethemusic/lyrics_on.gif',1)" onmouseout="MM_swapImgRestore()" href="http://www.quinlanroad.com/explorethemusic/thevisit.asp?id=80"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110933289237542573?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110933289237542573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110933289237542573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110933289237542573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110933289237542573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-seven.html' title='Number Forty-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110932898808652435</id><published>2005-02-25T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T02:56:28.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-six</title><content type='html'>I'm really depressed.  My grandmother is probably dying.  I really love her.  And I wanted to go home this weekend and be with my mom, but she's gone to Tallahassee to be with my granny.  I also feel like a failure because of something I did yesterday.  I really let my dad down.  Life is too hard, and it leaves you too raw.  This will be the first person that's close to me to die, and I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110932898808652435?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110932898808652435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110932898808652435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110932898808652435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110932898808652435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-six.html' title='Number Forty-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110918813492108890</id><published>2005-02-23T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:43:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-five</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is a great idea from NWJR; so I'm going to try it:&lt;br /&gt;"1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't you dare dig for that 'cool' or 'intellectual' book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The last man came gasping into the rear, said, 'The worm! It's almost on us! Blast off!"&lt;br /&gt;The Duke slid into his seat, frowning, said: 'We still have almost three minutes on the original contract estimate. Is that right, Kynes?' He shut his door, checked it." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Dune&lt;/em&gt;, Frank Herbert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I haven't read this yet. It's for class; so it makes absolutely no sense to me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today are the SGA elections. I'm voting if I get a free moment. I'm also going to send Case a Valentine, which I haven't done yet. That's right, Case; I'm a slacker. And I'm going to Wal Mart. I need some wide red velvet trim for this toile purse I'm making. And I need toilet paper. And hot chocolate. And some more Ambien. That stuff is a dream drug. Ha ha. That could almost be a pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110918813492108890?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110918813492108890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110918813492108890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110918813492108890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110918813492108890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-five.html' title='Number Forty-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110907721021104180</id><published>2005-02-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:40:24.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-four</title><content type='html'>These are pictures of me and my friends at the Troy University Chinese New Year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/fluffily62581/album?.dir=/be65"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/fluffily62581/album?.dir=/be65&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy February 22!!!!! 2 is the number for intimacy. May you find intimacy with God today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110907721021104180?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110907721021104180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110907721021104180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110907721021104180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110907721021104180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-four.html' title='Number Forty-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110893489109430951</id><published>2005-02-20T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:28:57.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-three</title><content type='html'>A comedian me and Steven were watching was talking about some free pads he got in the mail, and he called them "Always dri-weave with wings and optional sunroof." He said he uses them as coffee filters. Ha ha ha ha. Pads are definitely the spawn of the devil. There is no way wearing them makes you feel confident like on the commercials. More like uncomfortable and cranky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110893489109430951?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110893489109430951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110893489109430951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110893489109430951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110893489109430951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-three.html' title='Number Forty-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110893456354839421</id><published>2005-02-20T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:22:43.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-two</title><content type='html'>"The dawn is breaking,&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through.&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed.&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go.&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet, you know.&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression.&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Howie Day, "Collide")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110893456354839421?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110893456354839421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110893456354839421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110893456354839421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110893456354839421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-two.html' title='Number Forty-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110893279253717346</id><published>2005-02-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:59:27.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty-one</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 32 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evidently, I am a thirty-two-year-old at heart. Yes, my favorite dessert would be creme broulee, and my idea of a great party would be a wine-tasting at an art museum.&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/7865004-110893279253717346?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110893279253717346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110893279253717346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110893279253717346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110893279253717346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty-one.html' title='Number Forty-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110852901564562166</id><published>2005-02-15T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:58:53.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Forty</title><content type='html'>Daddy gave me a dozen peach roses for Valentine's Day, and they made me &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama gave me the specialist card in the world. That was my favorite Valentine. What's my number one love language??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I love so much about Elijah Wood? The angst. It's all about the angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110852901564562166?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110852901564562166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110852901564562166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110852901564562166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110852901564562166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-forty_15.html' title='Number Forty'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110805742956967139</id><published>2005-02-10T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T09:45:10.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-nine</title><content type='html'>"So you see, imagination needs moodling-- long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling, and puttering." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Brenda Ueland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"She's Venus in blue jeans, Mona Lisa in a ponytail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"She never compromises, loves babies and surprises, wears high heels when she exercises. Ain't that beautiful??" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Train, "Meet Virginia")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110805742956967139?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110805742956967139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110805742956967139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110805742956967139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110805742956967139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-thirty-nine.html' title='Number Thirty-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110787663909541116</id><published>2005-02-08T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T09:32:41.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "So it is grass!!... I'm eatin' it... Your hair is good to eat." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Meatwad, Aqua Teen Hunger Force)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote 2:&lt;/strong&gt; "Should we get Shake? Cause he's gettin eaten by aphids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!? My dad is on a board at Georgia Pacific with Chuck Leavell, and they have had several conversations together. WOW! For the ignorant, Chuck Leavell is the keyboardist for The Rolling Stones. He's also played for Eric Clapton and Blues Traveler, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110787663909541116?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110787663909541116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110787663909541116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110787663909541116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110787663909541116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-thirty-eight.html' title='Number Thirty-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110769408425521540</id><published>2005-02-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:44:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; "Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a big gut and still think they are attractive to the opposite sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's coming to the biggest pot luck in Pike County today??! I had my doubts at first, but there has been so much hype I'm starting to believe it. I'm going. I've gotta see if the rumors are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching Children's Church today. We are making mosaics of the sun and moon. I cut out all different kinds of yellow fabric for the sun. For the moon, we are going to put blue and white star fabrics in the negative space. CRAFTS!!!! HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better today. The past couple of days have been horrific.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110769408425521540?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110769408425521540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110769408425521540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110769408425521540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110769408425521540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-thirty-seven.html' title='Number Thirty-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110761760822903373</id><published>2005-02-05T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T07:33:28.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-six</title><content type='html'>This is my new nephew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.growingfamily.com/webnursery/babypage_view.asp?URLID=1E9M8K7B8U"&gt;growingfamily.com - WebNursery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110761760822903373?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110761760822903373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110761760822903373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110761760822903373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110761760822903373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-thirty-six_05.html' title='Number Thirty-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110760095620623805</id><published>2005-02-05T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T02:55:56.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-five</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;  "The past can be like sidewalk chalk if you will dance and pray for rain."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Daniel Lowrey &amp; Jeff Hunt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got right now.  &lt;em&gt;Richard III&lt;/em&gt; and Dr. Day are calling my name!  Here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110760095620623805?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110760095620623805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110760095620623805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110760095620623805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110760095620623805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-thirty-five.html' title='Number Thirty-five'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110760069478131449</id><published>2005-02-05T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T02:51:34.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-four</title><content type='html'>I didn't come up with this.  Beth Peoples sent it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics Measured In Cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN CORPORATION  You have two cows. You sell one, lease it back to  yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one. You force the two cows to  produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops  dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have  downsized and are reducing expenses. Your stock goes  up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH  CORPORATION  You have two cows. You go on strike because you want  three cows. You go to  lunch and drink wine. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION  You have two cows. You redesign them so they are  one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the  milk. They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains. Most  are at the top of their class at cow school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION  You have two cows. You engineer them so they are all  blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a  hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of  vacation per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION  You have two cows but you don't know where they are.  While ambling around, you  see a beautiful woman. You break for lunch. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION  You have two cows. You have some vodka. You count  them and learn you have five cows. You have some more vodka.  You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. The Mafia  shows up and takes over however many cows you really  have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110760069478131449?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110760069478131449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110760069478131449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110760069478131449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110760069478131449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/02/number-thirty-four.html' title='Number Thirty-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110675018359203213</id><published>2005-01-26T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T06:36:23.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-three</title><content type='html'>"O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell&lt;br /&gt;When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend&lt;br /&gt;In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?&lt;br /&gt;Was ever book containing such vile matter&lt;br /&gt;So fairly bound?  O that deceit should dwell&lt;br /&gt;In such a gorgeous palace!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Shakespeare, &lt;em&gt;Romeo &amp; Juliet&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how many guys I have thought this about.  (I know I just ended a sentence in a preposition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy on a commercial for The Newlyweds was talking about his pigeons that were used in one of Jessica's videos.  He said that one of the pigeons flew into Jessica during the shoot.  And then, he said something like, "At that moment, she just smiled at me.  You know what that is?  Grace."&lt;br /&gt;What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn, Katharine Hepburn, Grace Kelly = grace&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson = not grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110675018359203213?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110675018359203213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110675018359203213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110675018359203213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110675018359203213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-thirty-three.html' title='Number Thirty-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110642551327194725</id><published>2005-01-22T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:07:35.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-two</title><content type='html'>Did ya'll know that in 1995 Newt Gingrich said something like, "There are serious problems with women [in the military] being in ditches for thirty days. They get infections"?? This was his argument for why women shouldn't go to war. Like, "OH MY GOSH!! I'm having my period! I can't do this and fight a war at the same time!!!" And the guys are like, "Oh snap! Oh snap! She's shot! She's shot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sickeningly addicted to "I love the 90s." I have a serious disease. Remember Ricola?? Remember "six degrees away from Kevin Bacon"?? Oh my gosh. Matt Giesman and Josh Mallory used to rock at that. The funniest actors/ comediennes on this program are Micheal Ian Black, Rachael Harris, and Hal Sparks. Oh! And that big red-headed guy with the full beard. Brian Posehn. That's it. He's hilarious. I love how M. I. Black can just sit there with the straightest face in the world and tell you something so funny you wet your pants. It's like Mark Twain's idea of comedy: You have a narrator who acts as if he has no idea that what he is saying is in any way humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And don't suppose I would drink poison for love. Unless it had some Jack in it. Then I might." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Micheal Ian Black, in reference to &lt;em&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a total dweeb, but I love "Lord of the Dance." Yes, the Irish Riverdance thing was a total craze. And, yes, Micheal Flatley seemed cocky. But can YOU dance like him?? I wish I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110642551327194725?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110642551327194725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110642551327194725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110642551327194725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110642551327194725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-thirty-two.html' title='Number Thirty-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110546697404235170</id><published>2005-01-11T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T12:06:20.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty-one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Must-see movie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Philadelphia Story,&lt;/em&gt; 1941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ultimate tale of a topsy turvy romance, Kate Hepburn juggles the charms of ex husband Cary Grant, cynical Jimmy Stewart, and fiancee John Howard. The race to the altar is on in this delightful romantic comedy! The Philadelphia Story brought Kate back into popularity, and gave Jimmy his only Oscar." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Angela Allan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110546697404235170?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110546697404235170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110546697404235170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110546697404235170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110546697404235170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-thirty-one.html' title='Number Thirty-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110542883552230482</id><published>2005-01-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:33:55.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirty</title><content type='html'>"Information is not knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is not wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is not truth,&lt;br /&gt;Truth is not beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is not love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is not music,&lt;br /&gt;Music is the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Frank Zappa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110542883552230482?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110542883552230482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110542883552230482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110542883552230482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110542883552230482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-thirty.html' title='Number Thirty'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110541675313097399</id><published>2005-01-10T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:12:33.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-nine</title><content type='html'>"I rather like this God fellow-- a little pestilence here, a little plague there.  Omnipotence!!  Got to get me some of that!"  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Stewey, "The Family Guy")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110541675313097399?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110541675313097399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110541675313097399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110541675313097399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110541675313097399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-twenty-nine.html' title='Number Twenty-nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110537050669048621</id><published>2005-01-10T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T07:21:46.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-eight</title><content type='html'>"When the day is long&lt;br /&gt;And the night, the night is yours alone,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let yourself go. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on),&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go (hold on),&lt;br /&gt;When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;’Cause everybody hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort in your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t throw your hand.  Oh, no.  Don’t throw your hand.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on your own in this life,&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights are long,&lt;br /&gt;When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on,&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(R.E.M.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110537050669048621?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110537050669048621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110537050669048621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110537050669048621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110537050669048621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-twenty-eight.html' title='Number Twenty-eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110536423651025797</id><published>2005-01-10T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:05:58.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-seven</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Ellis and Becky took us out to lunch at Mr. Ho's. Alot of other people went as well, including Scott, Lydia, Dia, and Jenna. It was loads of fun. I love our Sunday lunches. My fortune in my fortune cookie read, "Happiness always accompanies with you." He he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, a guy ran into my car and probably totaled it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110536423651025797?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110536423651025797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110536423651025797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110536423651025797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110536423651025797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2005/01/number-twenty-seven.html' title='Number Twenty-seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110428079853693899</id><published>2004-12-28T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T07:20:15.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-six</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Must-read author:&lt;/strong&gt; Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must-use British expressions:&lt;/strong&gt; nappies, b.l.o.o.d.y (I have to put this because my parents have Cybersitter or some ludicrous thing like that), post (for mail), programme (for T.V. show), telly, bloque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm having this discussion with Sam about Jelly Bellies, and I remember how much I like them. And, now, I've just had my brother pick me up some at Movie Gallery. Cause we're watching &lt;em&gt;Elf&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Anchorman &lt;/em&gt;today. So, here're (that can't be right) the ones I remember that I like the most: cotton candy (all-time favorite, I think), buttered popcorn, cantalope, pear, toasted marshmallow, jalepeno, strawberry daiquiri, peanut butter, vodka (oops! oh, that's not one), and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What're ya'll doin for New Year's? I'm going to a party put on by the Sansoms with Brian and dancing! And, I'm hanging with my bro and two of our friends from Athens, GA. I just feel like being home this year. But there had better be some champagne or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, I've gotta go eat my burrito. Who's looking forward to Myth and Popular Culture?? Me!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110428079853693899?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110428079853693899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110428079853693899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110428079853693899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110428079853693899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/12/number-twenty-six.html' title='Number Twenty-six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110300222021108033</id><published>2004-12-13T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:31:54.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-four</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px" align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=6154"&gt;Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a title="User Profile" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=naw5689"&gt;naw5689&lt;/a&gt; and taken 1699 times on &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Over the Rhine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Are you male or female:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;female&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Faithfully Dangerous&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;How do some people feel about you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Everyman's Daughter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Cruel and Pretty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe your ex friend/boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Fool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe your current friend/boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Someday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe where you want to be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The World Can Wait&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe what you want to be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Circle of Quiet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe how you live:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Eyes Wide Open&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe how you love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; 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&lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110300222021108033?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110300222021108033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110300222021108033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110300222021108033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110300222021108033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/12/number-twenty-four.html' title='Number Twenty-four'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110207742094753335</id><published>2004-12-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T06:11:04.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-three</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; What's your Christmas wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist to check out:&lt;/strong&gt; Loreena McKennitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song in my head:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And if I shed a tear, I won't cage it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't fear love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I feel a rage, I won't deny it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't fear love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sarah McLachlan, "Fear")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is puzzling me to death. Who said, "as if appetite of desire had increased by what it fed upon"? Somebody tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, James, if you're reading this, write me or something. I haven't seen you in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting a Women's Studies Club here at Troy University. I'm definitely joining. I guess Cixous really got me going. Read "The Laugh of the Medusa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a die-hard fan of "Gilmore Girls." I can't get enough. If you're rich and wondering what to get me for Christmas, get me a season of "Gilmore Girls." I'll kiss your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my first Christmas order for a purse. It's going to be cream and cranberry toile. I can't wait. I can already see it. It's going to be fabulous. I want to give Maggie and Callie little purses for Christmas. I finally gave Heather Ratti hers. I think she loved it. It was white with hot pink polka dots and lime green straps and interior. The inside pockets were the crowning glory. They were hot pink satin. One had ribbon trim around the top edge. The other had a little ribbon bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have a strong desire to start using British spellings of words??? Colour, favour, connexion, savour, ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, my coffee is calling my name. My walk is too, but it's 30 degrees outside. I think this afternoon will be lovely. I'm going to go get a breakfast burrito from Sonic. I should buy Sonic stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a paper for Dr. Glover and Dr. Cooper called, "Language, Literacy, and Identity Formation in &lt;em&gt;Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass&lt;/em&gt;." You should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110207742094753335?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110207742094753335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110207742094753335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110207742094753335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110207742094753335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/12/number-twenty-three.html' title='Number Twenty-three'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110174103008474723</id><published>2004-11-29T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T04:39:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-two</title><content type='html'>"There's a magic down in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;That never seems to fade&lt;br /&gt;Even now them voices carry&lt;br /&gt;Like a lonely serenade&lt;br /&gt;It's the memories that still and always will be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;They move me every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees the good in everything there is to see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what she ever sees in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always right, you know&lt;br /&gt;But she's never led me wrong&lt;br /&gt;She moves me like a Memphis soul song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my travels I've never found a way&lt;br /&gt;To find the words that say the things I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;I've sang some melodies, but she's my favorite one&lt;br /&gt;She moves me like a Memphis soul song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Uncle Kracker, "Memphis Soul Song")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110174103008474723?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110174103008474723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110174103008474723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110174103008474723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110174103008474723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/11/number-twenty-two.html' title='Number Twenty-two'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-110103209721968721</id><published>2004-11-21T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:36:45.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty-one</title><content type='html'>"Once upon a midnight, dearie,&lt;br /&gt;I woke with something in my head&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't escape the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of a phone call and of what you said&lt;br /&gt;Like a game show contestant with a parting gift&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend&lt;br /&gt;Who needs to humor me and tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, humor me and tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll lie too and say I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;And as we seek so shall we find&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling open I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;But not without a certain degree of fear&lt;br /&gt;Of what will be with you and me&lt;br /&gt;I still can see things hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give me a run-around?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up&lt;br /&gt;When all it does is slow me down&lt;br /&gt;And shake me and my confidence&lt;br /&gt;About a great many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been there; I can see it cower&lt;br /&gt;Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings&lt;br /&gt;Of a bad play where the heroes are right&lt;br /&gt;And nobody thinks or expects too much&lt;br /&gt;And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights&lt;br /&gt;Singing, hey, babe, let's keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby, let's keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want more than a touch&lt;br /&gt;I want you to reach me&lt;br /&gt;And show me all the things no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;So what you feel becomes mine as well&lt;br /&gt;And soon, if we're lucky, we'd be unable to tell&lt;br /&gt;What's yours and mine; the fishing's fine&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't have to rhyme so don't feed me a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give me a run-around?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up&lt;br /&gt;When all it does is slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra la la la la bomba dear this is the pilot speaking&lt;br /&gt;And I've got some news for you&lt;br /&gt;It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't a whole lot that you can do&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've grown a little cynical&lt;br /&gt;But I know no matter what the waitress brings&lt;br /&gt;I shall drink in and always be full&lt;br /&gt;My cup shall always be full&lt;br /&gt;Oh I like coffee&lt;br /&gt;And I like tea&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be able to enter a final plea&lt;br /&gt;I still got this dream that you just can't shake&lt;br /&gt;I love you to the point you can no longer take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all right, okay&lt;br /&gt;So be that way&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;That there's something left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give me a run-around?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up&lt;br /&gt;When all it does is slow me down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Blues Traveler, "Run Around")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-110103209721968721?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/110103209721968721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=110103209721968721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110103209721968721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/110103209721968721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/11/number-twenty-one.html' title='Number Twenty-one'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109870799511317951</id><published>2004-10-25T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:05:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahhhh... That fresh I-just-woke-up feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my pastor said the following word with a short &lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;on the second &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;: intrigued&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and I almost broke out laughing in the middle of the service. I was like, "Hey, Kenny! He said intr&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;gued."&lt;br /&gt;After the service, Sam was telling about this time in like eighth or ninth grade that he wore Tommy. Some guys from another school wore TH, and for some reason Sam can't remember, he wanted to be associated with them. So, anyway, one day, he was wearing a Tommy jacket, and one of those guys from the other school was like, "Hey, Sam, I really like your jacket." Sam said that he thought, "I AM THE COOLEST GUY!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. I need to go walk/run. My neurologist appointment is tomorrow!!! Yeah!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words denoting "wuss" are feminine: pansy, pussy, sissy, &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. I despise that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109870799511317951?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109870799511317951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109870799511317951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109870799511317951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109870799511317951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-twenty.html' title='Number Twenty'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109851252982422966</id><published>2004-10-23T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:26:18.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote for the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; "I feel like I'm going to throw up with all this knowledge." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Steven Doss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sunday morning rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;              Steal some covers, share some skin&lt;br /&gt;              Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;              You twist to fit the mold that I am in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                    ("Sunday Morning," Maroon 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109851252982422966?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109851252982422966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109851252982422966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109851252982422966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109851252982422966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-nineteen.html' title='Number Nineteen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109811744038126489</id><published>2004-10-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T10:54:28.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eighteen</title><content type='html'>"Lazy yellow moon comin’ up tonight, shinin’ through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Crickets are singin’ and the lightning bugs are floatin' on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the field where the creek turns back by the 'ole stump road&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna take you to a special place that nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Baby get ready.....ooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me going fishin' in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Lying on our backs and counting the stars&lt;br /&gt;Where the cool grass grows.&lt;br /&gt;Down by the river in the full moon light,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be fallin’ in love in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Just movin’ slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayin’ the whole night through, feels so good to be with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fishin' in the Dark," Nitty Gritty Dirt Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109811744038126489?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109811744038126489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109811744038126489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109811744038126489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109811744038126489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-eighteen_18.html' title='Number Eighteen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109768876844437683</id><published>2004-10-13T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:32:48.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seventeen</title><content type='html'>"Judge Temple retired towards his dwelling with that kind of feeling, that many a man has experienced before him, who discovers, after the excitement of the moment has passed, that he has purchased pleasure at the price of misery to others."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(James Fennimore Cooper, &lt;em&gt;The Pioneers&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like screwing up something that you have worked so hard to maintain and realizing that you have hurt someone else and yourself in the process.  All for the sake of a brief moment of pleasure.  It is never worth it.  Keep that in mind.  It is never worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109768876844437683?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109768876844437683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109768876844437683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109768876844437683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109768876844437683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-seventeen.html' title='Number Seventeen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109752817360673019</id><published>2004-10-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:56:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Sixteen</title><content type='html'>"I am colorblind&lt;br /&gt;Coffee black and egg white&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Taffy stuck, tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;Stutter shook and uptight&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am...fine&lt;br /&gt;I am covered in skin&lt;br /&gt;No one gets to come in&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding I am&lt;br /&gt;Colorblind&lt;br /&gt;Coffee black and egg white&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out from inside&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am ready&lt;br /&gt;I am...fine&lt;br /&gt;I am.... fine&lt;br /&gt;I am fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting Crows, "Colorblind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my head."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Counting Crows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109752817360673019?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109752817360673019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109752817360673019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109752817360673019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109752817360673019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-sixteen.html' title='Number Sixteen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109740828632487263</id><published>2004-10-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:30:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;  "The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful sap me and steal my breath...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together.  Dress it up with the trappings of love.  I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips..."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("I'll Be," Edwin McCain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109740828632487263?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109740828632487263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109740828632487263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109740828632487263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109740828632487263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-fifteen.html' title='Number Fifteen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109735648459727815</id><published>2004-10-09T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:45:24.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Herman Melville, &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt;, "Nightgown")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will from this time forward periodically be quoting passages from &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109735648459727815?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109735648459727815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109735648459727815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109735648459727815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109735648459727815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-fourteen.html' title='Number Fourteen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109727073795299416</id><published>2004-10-08T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:25:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Thirteen</title><content type='html'>There is this girl here at Troy that I swear has a severe case of neurosis ("Any of various mental or emotional disorders, such as hypochondria or neurasthenia... involving symptoms such as insecurity, anxiety, depression, and irrational fears, but without psychotic symptoms such as delusions or hallucinations").  On second thought, she might have the delusions, too.  Whatever the case, I think one could form an entire psychological study from just this one girl.  I mean, I have only met one other person in my lifetime who was this psychologically disturbed...  There is no logical coherence to her thoughts.  Half the time when conversing with her, I am thinking, "WHAT!?!?  Where did that &lt;em&gt;come from&lt;/em&gt;??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109727073795299416?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109727073795299416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109727073795299416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109727073795299416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109727073795299416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/10/number-thirteen.html' title='Number Thirteen'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109574591500762917</id><published>2004-09-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T14:18:16.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; "You ain't ever got krunk before&lt;br /&gt;'Til you tear the club down with them country boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from some new rap song about Alabama that has Lynnard Skynard's "Sweet Home Alabama" as its chorus.  I like it.  Gotta give it up to that boy for singin' bout our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommended Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt;, Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only read three chapters so far, but I'm already captivated. &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt; is considered by many literary critics to be the best American novel ever written.  When I'm done, I might concur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109574591500762917?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109574591500762917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109574591500762917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109574591500762917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109574591500762917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/09/number-twelve.html' title='Number Twelve'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109415706729189734</id><published>2004-09-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:48:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the ruin of such lives will gradually reach its complete consummation and sublimities of soul fade and wither away and become contemptible, when men are lost in admiration of their own mortal parts, and omit to exalt that which is immortal."&lt;/span&gt; (Longinus, "On the Sublime")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommended Reading: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typee,&lt;/em&gt; Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109415706729189734?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109415706729189734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109415706729189734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109415706729189734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109415706729189734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/09/number-eleven.html' title='Number Eleven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109361561954517847</id><published>2004-08-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:19:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "you have a piercing need/ For this bright morning dawning for you." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maya Angelou, "On the Pulse of Morning")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommended Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave, Written by Himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of a wink. Someone winked at me a couple of nights ago, and I am still smiling about it.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone read &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt; in its entirety?? We are reading that in two classes this semester. Also, &lt;em&gt;Typee&lt;/em&gt;, which is likewise written by Herman Melville. My professor for both of those classes graduated from Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to go to Wal Mart (i.e. the Mecca of Troy), the post office, the bookstore, and the University Police. The latter for my many on-campus misdemeanors, of course. Then, I must bury mine head in yon books for many ages.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109361561954517847?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109361561954517847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109361561954517847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109361561954517847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109361561954517847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/08/number-ten.html' title='Number Ten'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109341432521906138</id><published>2004-08-24T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:56:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Nine</title><content type='html'>I think have my second ever professor crush.  I think I also have my second ever bug from Saga. I have been yucky sick the past few days, and I think that's why... Ok, I just went to the student nurse, and she thinks it's the Ambien I've been taking to sleep at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109341432521906138?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109341432521906138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109341432521906138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109341432521906138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109341432521906138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/08/number-nine_24.html' title='Number Nine'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109311211734149322</id><published>2004-08-21T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:49:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Nobody else on earth kin hold uh candle tuh you, baby. You got de keys to de kingdom." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Zora Neale Hurston, &lt;em&gt;Their Eyes Were Watching God&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! It is raining like God just opened up the heavens and let loose. It is move-in day, too; so that's gotta be bad. I am one of the privileged few girls (or maybe the only) who has a private room in this dorm. You should see the "double" rooms. They are the same size as mine with TWO girls staying in them.... Case and I just went to lunch a couple of hours ago, and practically the whole football team was in there. Saga was almost full, and I was the only girl in there. We came back from Saga and decided to people-watch down in the lobby because there are so many people moving in today. (Hoooooooray for back-to-school functions and free stuff!!!!!!) Anyway, we met a few new people and saw several we already knew. I was especially excited to see Cherrie, my neighbor from Hamil. Cherrie said she and Shasity are living on the second floor together. Case and I also met this really cool guy named Justin who lives in 100. I think we will be friends. Now, sitting in my room seems very anti-climactic. I remember now why I procrastinate. People are just so much FUN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109311211734149322?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109311211734149322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109311211734149322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109311211734149322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109311211734149322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/08/number-eight.html' title='Number Eight'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109241675991845259</id><published>2004-08-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:18:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Seven</title><content type='html'>I'm participating in my newest stress-relieving project. (Well, journaling is not new, but doing it online is.) I have been packing and working on my dad's birthday present for about two hours, and I'm about fed up with it. Stupid packing. My mom's having a surprise birthday party for my dad's fiftieth birthday Sunday!!! Yeah! All the peeps I love from DCC will be there.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to Wal Mart, McDonald's, and Monarcas with Case. I ate a &lt;em&gt;meal &lt;/em&gt;at McDonald's. Wooooah. I never do that. I had that new "Chicken Selects" thing. It was pretty good, but in no way can it compare to Willy T's or Zaxby's. Or Chick-fil-A.&lt;br /&gt;I have still not written my thank-you cards from my birthday. I feel very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;...Ok, now it's Friday. Moving day! Case and I went to Wal Mart a second time last night just for the heck of it at about 11:30PM. I found a frame for my dad's birthday present. And we saw Murfen. Then we came home and drank green apple Smirnoff and watched Joe Schmo 2.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, I will write more later. Gotta go hit the packing.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir, mon amies!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109241675991845259?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109241675991845259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109241675991845259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109241675991845259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109241675991845259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/08/number-seven.html' title='Number Seven'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865004.post-109227878635074227</id><published>2004-08-11T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T14:26:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Six</title><content type='html'>"What Do You See in Your Clouds?"&lt;br /&gt;A Lesson from Oswald Chambers, &lt;em&gt;My Utmost for His Highest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'Behold He cometh with clouds&lt;/em&gt;.' Rev. 1:7&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible clouds are always connected with God. Clouds are those sorrows or sufferings or providences, within or without our personal lives, which seem to dispute the very rule of God. It is by those very clouds that the Spirit of God is teaching us how to walk by faith. If there were no clouds, we should have no faith. 'The clouds are but the dust of our Father's feet.' The clouds are the sign that He is there. What a revelation it is to know that sorrow and bereavement and suffering are the clouds that come along with God! God cannot come near without clouds, He does not come in clear shining.&lt;br /&gt;It is not true to say that God wants to teach us something in our trials; through every cloud He brings, He wants us to &lt;em&gt;unlearn&lt;/em&gt; something. His purpose in the cloud is to simplify our belief until our relationship to Him is exactly that of a child-- God and my own soul, other people are shadows. Until other people become shadows, clouds and darkness will be mine every now and again. Is the relationship between myself and God getting simpler than ever it has been?&lt;br /&gt;There is a connnection between the strange providences of God and what we know of Him, and we have to learn to interpret the mysteries of life in the light of our knowledge of God. Unless we can look the darkest, blackest fact full in the face without damaging God's character, we do not yet know Him.&lt;br /&gt;'They feared as they entered the cloud....' Is there anyone 'save Jesus only' in your cloud? If so, it will get darker; you must get to the place where there is 'no one any more save Jesus only.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1963, Oswald Chambers Publications Association, Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865004-109227878635074227?l=fluffily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/feeds/109227878635074227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865004&amp;postID=109227878635074227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109227878635074227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865004/posts/default/109227878635074227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffily.blogspot.com/2004/08/number-six.html' title='Number Six'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/fluffily/BLG_7-9-06_1_iconsize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
