<?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-9092525</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:53:50.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earlene's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>My Thoughts On Any Random Thing That Comes To Mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-5826778872463180030</id><published>2010-08-16T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:53:28.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Glee Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=100000025"&gt;Which Glee Character Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.buddytv.com/closedquiz/images/results/glee_emma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/glee.aspx"&gt;Glee&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&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/9092525-5826778872463180030?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/5826778872463180030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=5826778872463180030' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/5826778872463180030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/5826778872463180030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2010/08/which-glee-character-are-you.html' title='Which Glee Character Are You?'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-4036693512877907592</id><published>2010-07-27T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:39:51.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Both Have the Same Condition</title><content type='html'>please don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i could judge you.&lt;br /&gt;we can play that game.&lt;br /&gt;it won't end well....but we can play that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think you're "better than me" because you haven't done something i've done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think myself "better than you" because you've done something i wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i do judge you. not because i have the authority but because i want to feel better about myself. it's not right, it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're both flawed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-4036693512877907592?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4036693512877907592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=4036693512877907592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4036693512877907592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4036693512877907592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-both-have-same-condition.html' title='We Both Have the Same Condition'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-6360223223692144015</id><published>2010-05-05T22:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:04:57.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends! yes, i realize it has been a very long time since i blogged...a very long time. Acutally i should be heading to bed soon, however I'm watching "So you think you can dance" on my new Lappy Jr, and i need to be multitasking when i watch the show. why? because i just can i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been really unmotivated. mostly about work. i mean i got into this job because i ike to travel and because i like office work and planning things. lately work has just become "that thing i do because i have to". I'd like to travel more often, but it's hard when you have no money. grrr! plus it doesn't help that i'm the youngest working in our office by 15 years. it's just frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you find motivation for something you'd rather be doing than being the one to sit on the sidelines and watch the action?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-6360223223692144015?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/6360223223692144015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=6360223223692144015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/6360223223692144015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/6360223223692144015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-3868249282954320661</id><published>2009-06-03T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:40:07.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Voilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px; background-color:#CCCCCC; border-width:2px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid; padding:8px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#330066; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#663399; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#9966CC; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#CC99FF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; color:#9966CC;"&gt;VIOLET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:10px;color:#000000;"&gt;You surround yourself with art and music and are constantly driven to express yourself. You often daydream. You prefer honesty in your relationships and believe strongly in your personal morals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/" target="_blank" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#9966CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-3868249282954320661?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3868249282954320661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=3868249282954320661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3868249282954320661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3868249282954320661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-voilet.html' title='I am Voilet'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-4630325197872128565</id><published>2008-08-28T10:24:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:26:49.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cube</title><content type='html'>So in my work boredom I thought I would check out a couple blogs that Blogspot was highlighting. Of course one called "Cup O' Jo" (something like that) caught my eye first. Further down the page I saw a picture of Gin and Titonic. Which i thought was quite funny and truth be told i have a thing for oddly shaped ice cube trays. Just dont' tell Scott i told you that, cause according to him I already have too many ice cube trays.Anyway I started looking at the &lt;a href="http://www.worldwidefred.com/fredparty.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that designed these little items. So not only can you have a mini Titanic melting away in your drink but you can have everything from dentures to dinosaur bones! Personally I would love the dentures or the bones, but sadly i'll have have to make due with my Seasame Street face shapes, hearts and puzzle pieces. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbb4scAh3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Dtc_Q1dQ8U/s1600-h/fossiliced_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbZ3DTv-sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HHwC74Wwv3Y/s1600-h/ginandtitonic_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239614756296325826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbZ3DTv-sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HHwC74Wwv3Y/s200/ginandtitonic_648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbciaTid7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qxDtnP0s-pU/s1600-h/frozensmiles_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617700227086258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbciaTid7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qxDtnP0s-pU/s200/frozensmiles_648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbb4scAh3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Dtc_Q1dQ8U/s1600-h/fossiliced_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239616983539943282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbb4scAh3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Dtc_Q1dQ8U/s200/fossiliced_648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-4630325197872128565?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4630325197872128565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=4630325197872128565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4630325197872128565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4630325197872128565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cube.html' title='Ice Cube'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/SLbZ3DTv-sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HHwC74Wwv3Y/s72-c/ginandtitonic_648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-3241357327228754226</id><published>2008-08-22T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:20:47.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So it's that time of year again, you know it's been coming for months, but you didn't want to think about it cause it's your time away from it all...."BACK TO SCHOOL".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;That phrase gets me all nostalgic. I liked back to school shopping, well at least in elementary school when it was fun. I mean being able to get another set of Crayola's with that fresh tip unmarred by any paper. Or getting those new pencil crayons and sharpening them to perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Also the clothes. Let's not forget those. There's been years when i just didn't care what i wore on that first day of school. Like a matching sweatpant set. I actaully remember wearing that the first day back to school for Gr.11 (or was it Gr.10, doesn't matter).  The pressure of getting that perfect "first day back to school" outfit seems to only be in high school. NOt so true anymore. Have you seen the commercial where the girl, who looks like she's 7 says "but everyone at school is wearing hoddies and jeans" then there's a shot of everyone at this girl's school wearing hoodies and jeans. This kid is 7!! 7! i mean when i was 7 my "back to school" concern was getting my new markers and stationary, not fashion! If this is what kids have to deal with now for school pressure i shudder at what my kids have to deal with. So not only is there's pressure to have that perfect oufit for when you go back to the locker lined hallways, but there's pressure to go through the exact same thing four months later at Christmas. I mean why! So that the "popular" kids can brag about having the latest Billabong / Roxy whatever, but for what? There's so much politics in high school that it just doesn't make any sense. Yes i wanted to be popular then...that could be a whole other blog entry in itself, so i won't go there now. BUt really what's all this high school "bling" for anyway? To pack away and to never touch again til you kids route through your stuff and you can hear the phrase "You &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;wore this?" Ya i have some of that stuff in my basement too. But most of that was either bought on sale, hand-me-downs, or bought at a thrift store. I only bought my first Billabong item last year, but it's a reversible sweater so my excuse for getting it is that 's two for one. BUt i know SO many people who splurge on name brand stuff so much that it doesn't seem like splurging, it's more of a neccessity for them. I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-3241357327228754226?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3241357327228754226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=3241357327228754226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3241357327228754226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3241357327228754226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-musings.html' title='Fall Musings'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-3015402966950605198</id><published>2008-07-25T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:34:44.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and also because I'm kinda bored at work...</title><content type='html'>Alright i get it. The only thing that i've actually put on here in the past year is that I'm engaged and my most recent versions of my Christmas Wish List. Well alot has happened over that past 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finished school @ SAIT, no more of that super disorganized school which costs WAY too much in the first place. Yes, my classes were good in and of themselves and sure i met some great people there but really people? Sait is not so good. They charge you about $200 a semester for student parking AND you get no plug in for your car in the winter, where's the logic in that? And it took me 4 months to get my laptop deposit cause they didn't even try to contact me telling that i gave them my old address. *sigh* oh and residence there? Don't even get me started...seriously just don't...you'll regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i finally moved out of the hectic maze of a city that is Calgary. Thank God for that! Now i'm in Red Deer which I quite enjoy actually enjoy being in. It's close to Scott, the traffic isn't too hectic and the drivers (for the most part) know how to drive. I'm pretty sure i'll be retracting that statement once winter comes. Plus according to SCott there are some people that just shouldn't drive because they don't know what to do in construction zones, but i digress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i lived in an apartment in rEd deer for about a month or so. me and SCott were able to get into one of the college townhouses so that's where I'm at now, just waiting to be married so that i can share my little home with Scott *sigh*. Seven years of looking forward to this whole thing and it's actually going to be a reality in 8 days. 8 DAYS!!! do you understand me people?!?!?!? 8 days!!! it feels WAY too surreal to be real but it is real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i recently got a job working a hotel. it's alright...it's a job to hold me over til i get a travel agent position somewhere. Some people (mostly customers) can be so strange. I'll be finishing one file and putting it in the proper folder then the next person in line will start talking to me about whatever issue they are having with maintenance or their key is not working or whatever. I've already told them "I'll be with you in just a second", which translated means "i can only think about putting about putting this peice of paper in its proper place at this moment, so just wait!" i don't think people get that. Or there will be those customers that just want to chat about, well nothing really. IT's those kind of conversations where the other person just chats to you and all you can say to them is "oh really? that's nice". When those conversations happen i try to be as polite as ai can on the outside, but what i'm really thinking is "i really don't care, what do you want me to say to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh, so since I'm less likely to get questioned about this if i put this info on here rather than putting on Facebook (lets face it, everyone checks Facebook, rarely anyone checks personal blogs)....I lost my engagement ring. I know, i know. Super sad :( I've looked everywhere i could for it. I've asked everyone @ work, me and scott searched everywhere for it in my townhouse. Can't find it. I've looked in the garbage, it's too big to fall down my drains, i've checked the sinks...everywhere. I've come to accept the fact that it could be gone forever, which makes me really sad and depressed because it was a very beautiful ring, but what else can you do when you've looked everywhere for it? I lost it last weekend, so i've been looking for days...i think it's just gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on another slightly sad and depressing note...actually i'll just start at the beginning for this one. Way back in March i won a gift card for Swimco. I went to swimco several times in March and April trying on bathing suits, sun dresses, that kind of thing to make sure that i was getting the exact thing that i wanted with this gift card. Plus Swimco is usually out of my price range, so whatever i got out of this gift card HAD to be good. So i found the perfect red one piece that accented all of my curves and hid my squidgy-ness. It was perfect! I also decided to get a very cute navy halter top dress. However in the months of March and April, i couldn't afford this because even though i was working part time, i also had to eat, pay for gas to Red Deer... so i just had to hold off for those items. Finally i got a full time job and i could FINALLY afford this stuff!! I was super excited once i bought them. Loved it!! The opportunity to wear them finally came the day after I lost my engagement ring. Me and Scott decided to go boating with the family. Sounded great! I could work on my tan (which i desperately needed seeing as Scott is now darker than me and usually he's very very white...that and i'm very competitive) and i could show off my hot summer clothing items. So i put on my red swimsuit and went on the boat. Then it came to my turn for a ride on the back of the boat. I chose to kneeboard since i haven't done that in a while. So i got the lifejacket on and hopped off the back. Next thing i know, I'm stuck and have a monstrous wedgie. Yep, i got a caught on a little tiny handle on the back of the boat, which not only did the fabric get ripped up in two places, but it get wedged up my butt. Really really not confortable. So Scott's dad had to unhook me and once i was in the water i assessed the damage. It was bad. really really bad. luckily there were an extra pair of shorts in the boat, so Scott chucked those to me. Unfortunately they were Marc's shorts, so they just barely fit me anyway. Argh. I was super stressed cause not only did i loose my engagement ring but i successfully wrecked the most expensive swimsuit i ever bought. Not a good weekend. Fortunately for me i have an amazing fiance who quickly made me feel better by not only giving me options on how to fix the swimsuit but also just talking to be me and making me see that it could have been much worse. See, this is why i love him. So i accepted the fact that my swimsuit was wrecked. However on a good note, it was still slightly salvageable. i decided i would just get a seamstress to convert it from a one peice into a two piece by hemming the top half to be a tank top and just cutting off the bottoms so that all i would have to do is just go to Walmart and buy cheap bottoms. Problem solved. That night i decided to have a nice hot bath when i got home. So i decided to stop by Walmart to get a bath plug because i didn't have one. They were closed. So when i got home i just had the best bath that i could while plugging the drain with me heal. Needless to say, it was just one of those weekends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so i think that basically covers my latest life issues. i'm sure i'll update more on my blog, mostly because the computer with Facebook is used up during the week with other staff. So that restricts me to e-mails, the Stoney website, and my blog. Oh and i guess i do have access to Kraft Canada and Food Network websites.  So i can give you updates and print out recipes....yep that's all i can do while i'm at work...oh, and i guess i could do my job too ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-3015402966950605198?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3015402966950605198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=3015402966950605198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3015402966950605198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3015402966950605198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-and-also-because-im-kinda-bored.html' title='Update and also because I&apos;m kinda bored at work...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-2304663489529243887</id><published>2007-09-17T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:07:22.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/Ru60IDhnGZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mb0Am-zW3Os/s1600-h/me+and+scott+@+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111220677590325650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/Ru60IDhnGZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mb0Am-zW3Os/s200/me+and+scott+%40+camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of you who don't know yet, as of Aug.20, I'm have been engaged to my boyfriend Scott Glasgow. Just thought I'd let u know all know :) if you have further questions, let me know, i'm sure i'll give you the answers you're looking for :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The picture is of me and Scott at Stoney Lake Bible Camp, which is not only where we met but also where he proposed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-2304663489529243887?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/2304663489529243887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=2304663489529243887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2304663489529243887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2304663489529243887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement!'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/Ru60IDhnGZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mb0Am-zW3Os/s72-c/me+and+scott+%40+camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-110196851001369466</id><published>2007-09-16T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:31:23.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever thought "Hey I want that!" but then about a week later you're thinking "There was something that caught my interest....now what was it?" I've had that happen to me many many times. So i figure that I'm gonna compile a list of things that i eventually want someday. Plus Christmas is coming up and "list making" is a popular hobby around the holidays. Feel free to add any of these items to your own "wish lists" or use the ideas as gift options for other people. I'm not trying to seem greedy or selfish with the list...I'm brainstorming! I'll also update every so often cause I won't be able to think of everything at once.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;* I am fully aware that Christmas is over, however a wish list is still a wish list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Randy Alcorn-"The Ishbane Conspiracy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigmund Brouwer-"The Leper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigmund Brouwer-"Weeping Chambers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DCTalk-"Jesus Freaks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs-"Thorn in My Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs-"Fair is the Rose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs- "Whence, Came a Prince"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bill Hybels - "Just Walk Across the Room"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasper Fforde"The Eyre Affair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasper Fforde-"Lost In a Good Book"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasper Fforde-"The Well Of Losts Plots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fred Gallagher-"Megatokyo" Vol.1-end of series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khaled Hosseini -"Kiterunner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vicor Hugo-"The Hunchback of Notre Dame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin Leman- "The New Birth Order Book"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Message Bible (Purple cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erwin McManis-"The Barbarian Way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eugene Peterson "Along Obedience in the Same Direction"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.K Rowling-"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.K Rowling-"Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.K Rowling-"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.K Rowling-"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.K Rowling-"Harry Potter and the Philospher Stone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.K Rowling-"Harry Potter and the Prison of Azakaban"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shin Takahashi-"Saikano:The Last Little Love Song on This Little Planet" Vol.1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angela Thomas-"Do You Think I'm Beautiful?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;logetix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Brahms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emperor's New Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Georg Goltermann&lt;/span&gt;(MUST include "Cantilena from Cello Concerto in A Minor")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jars of Clay- "The Eleventh Hour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Johann S. Bach (MUST include "Two Bourees from 3rd Cello Suite") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kutless-"Kutless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Madagascar soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mae- "Destination B Sides"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MXPX - "The EVer Passing Moment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Newsboys-"Shine-The Hits"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NSYNC "No Strings Attached"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Out of Eden - "More Than You Know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Radiohead- "I Might Be Wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SisterAct 2 soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Star Wars: Attack of the Clones (special edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (special edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Star Wars: Return of the Jedi (special edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Starsky &amp;amp; Hutch soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Clothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Trogdor zip hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fragrances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Calgon-"Peach and White Grape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Celine Dion-"Belong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Eternity Moment" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ralph Lauren-"Hot" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Paris Hilton - "Can Can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gift Certificates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CD Plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chapters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La Senza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Le Chateau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Music World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Scott's Parable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suzy Shier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Selmer Alto Saxophone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Selmer Tenor Saxophone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Movies/DVD's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aladdin Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrested Development (Season 2 and 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridget Jone's Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charlie's Angels:Full Throttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clone High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emperor's New Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friends (Season 8,9,10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy Season 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indiana Jones Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;James Bond (any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lady in the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lara Croft:Tomb Raider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lion King Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Rascals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ocean's 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over the Hedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Princess Dairies (1&amp;amp;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robin Hood (Disney Cartoon version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scrubs Season 4,5,6,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Star Wars Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strongbad_email.exe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sword in the Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That 70's Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: Are You My Neighbor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: Duke and the Pie War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: An Easter Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: God Wants Me To Forgive Them?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: Lord of the Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: Madame Blueberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: Rack, Shack and Benny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: The Star of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: The Toy That Saved Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VeggieTales: Where's God When I'm Ssscared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X Men Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Songbooks/Sheet Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Addams Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Charlie Brown's Christmas Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia Score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Disney's Illustrated Treasury of Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tequila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;VeggieTales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Toys/Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cranium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Kick the Cheat Plush Toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Settlers of Katan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Twister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-110196851001369466?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/110196851001369466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=110196851001369466' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/110196851001369466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/110196851001369466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List*'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-2009643283102043433</id><published>2007-06-21T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:00:09.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 77%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. I understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 70%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 58%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Musician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 58%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 50%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 36%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 25%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; for MySpace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-2009643283102043433?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/2009643283102043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=2009643283102043433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2009643283102043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2009643283102043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/06/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-4748351507322264957</id><published>2007-06-21T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:30:49.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/Rnr5MRHlPgI/AAAAAAAAACw/gGSkMDkTehU/s1600-h/turquoise_socket_by_AxionAdvenT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078645518962605570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/Rnr5MRHlPgI/AAAAAAAAACw/gGSkMDkTehU/s200/turquoise_socket_by_AxionAdvenT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So my friends as many of you know, engery drinks have become my drug of choice lately. Yesterday i had two of them: a Rockstar then 6 hours later i had a Full Throttle. Then i woke up @ 3am because i was really warm and couldn't get to sleep until 4am. That was fun. Why the addiciton? Why the picture of a light socket? Well when i drink engery drinks to the point that my head starts to "hum" i feel like i don't have to think about what's really bothering me, kinda like how people get drunk to forget their problems. it's like i'm plugged into something else that's new and exciting and adventurous because it's bad for you. That's why i have a pic of a light socket. I haven't had my "fix" today and i probably won't. My next choice would be to make coffee cause that has the caffiene kick to it, however i'm out of flavord cream and i gotta have that in my coffee. Next best thing? maybe iced tea. We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What's really bothering me you ask? Well to make a long story short, i don't know what happening in my life. No idea. Sure i know i'll be off for camp this summer, I'll be back in Calgary in the fall for my last year of college....then what? Don't know where my next practicum will be, don't know if i'll be getting married next year, don't know how long i have to wait until i get married, don't know if i'm doomed/supposed to be a travel agent my whole life, don't know anything. I know in my head that's the whole point of trust. To trust that God will guide me to where i'm supposed to go. But is belief enough? Is it really? See if i start thinking about stuff like that my head gets numb will all sorts of questions.  I figure if i drink engery drinks then i'll just get numb without thinking about stuff. That option might be better. I don't like all this uncertainty and vagueness. Will the end result be worth all this trust in the mist of complete confusion? My head knows to trust God....but does my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I've also been listening to mroe "screamo" music now. That helps to calm the frustration. plus it helps to release the anger that i feel towards the uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I really hate not knowin anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-4748351507322264957?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4748351507322264957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=4748351507322264957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4748351507322264957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4748351507322264957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/06/vague.html' title='Vague'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/Rnr5MRHlPgI/AAAAAAAAACw/gGSkMDkTehU/s72-c/turquoise_socket_by_AxionAdvenT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-3486286522674317256</id><published>2007-06-15T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:27:55.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1:30 AM ....and i'm awake...and slowing fading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RnI_IhHlPfI/AAAAAAAAACo/bzej3QUS7q8/s1600-h/aw+no.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076189145561644530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RnI_IhHlPfI/AAAAAAAAACo/bzej3QUS7q8/s320/aw+no.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RnI6JBHlPYI/AAAAAAAAABw/QCuxc8384rM/s1600-h/aw+no.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;w man. my head hurts. partially because i drank have a cup of brandy and cranberry juice, and partially because i'm tired but not really tired, and partially because i can't think today. ya. that'd be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Man i haven't blogged in a LONG time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Currently i'm watching Friends, getting more and more tired (very slowly) and wanting to read more Dracula. Wow! this really doesn't sound like stuff that would normally do. but have you ever had one of those days where you just want to do stuff out of the ordinary, just because it's something that you'd never do? normally i don't read books about a classic vampire, but so far it's really really good. Lucy is about to because a vampire bride. Well at least that's what i remember reading from the ballet brochure. See, i went the to ballet in New Zealand a couple years ago. oh. and the brandy is kicking in. Again i normally don't drink alone, or drink brandy, but i just felt like drinking a little bit. usually I'm more of a wine/martini person, but since i didn't have the supplies i figured that brandy would work. Now i'm thinking that brandy and pina colada mix might mix...actually on second thought, maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ok. maybe i should just head to bed.maybe I'll read a bit more Dracula and find out when Lucy turns into a vampire bride... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my head hurts. it's not quite a buzz, but it's more of a "hum". ok i really should head to bed. No Dracula tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-3486286522674317256?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3486286522674317256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=3486286522674317256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3486286522674317256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3486286522674317256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/06/130-am-and-im-awakeand-slowing-fading.html' title='1:30 AM ....and i&apos;m awake...and slowing fading...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RnI_IhHlPfI/AAAAAAAAACo/bzej3QUS7q8/s72-c/aw+no.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-5437365665123388079</id><published>2007-04-28T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:33:29.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For a Blog While At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RjQYcpkZ15I/AAAAAAAAABY/QIb96dEroGo/s1600-h/saxophone.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058695161917855634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RjQYcpkZ15I/AAAAAAAAABY/QIb96dEroGo/s320/saxophone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;hello friends. so i'm home now. i should be unpacking all this random junk that i brought over from Calgary. Man i'm SO glad i'm out fo there. I really wish that strangling people was ok. long story short, i was just done with my roommate and her lame excuses to clean. There. That's all i'm saying about that. Now i'm home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Right now i'm just listening to a speaker from Capernwray and he talks about Thinkers, Feelers and Doers. Now he's talking about the will of God. I was wondering what God's will is for me. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I should be unpacking and organizing my stuff from Calgary. But i'm lacking in motivation. Severly. I'm tired too. Even though i napped in the afternoon. Maybe I'll read for a bit and eat a biscuit. I make them today. they're good, especially with butter. Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;K, maybe i'll listen to my speaker's MP3 disc then go read and go to bed. Church is tomorow. I haven't been to my home church since Decemeber. This will be nice to see everyone again. It'll be wierd to go from Deer Park Alliance (in RD) to church back home. But more people hug me here. I missed my weekly church hugs. Ok i should go i think a biscuit or two is calling my name...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;By the way...this is me driving back into Saskatchewan. I was happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058703343830554530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RjQf45kZ16I/AAAAAAAAABg/Nddc3qMIiKo/s320/DSCF4783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-5437365665123388079?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/5437365665123388079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=5437365665123388079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/5437365665123388079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/5437365665123388079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-for-blog-while-at-home.html' title='Time For a Blog While At Home'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RjQYcpkZ15I/AAAAAAAAABY/QIb96dEroGo/s72-c/saxophone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-2570452538583356765</id><published>2007-04-17T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:18:30.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today I walked around the park with my bible and my journal. I questioned God about alot of stuff (why do i have to leave my boyfriend for 4 months? Why can't i feel God's peace? Why isn't God comforting me?...stuff like that). I cried alot. God showed Himself to me and reminded me that He's in the little things, like the breeze. Then this poem/journal entry came to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I"m a girl who doesn't know her place in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm a jumble of emotions, quotes, and verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A mixture of what people tell me and what people say about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm a combination of tradition and free thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm a child of God that doubts and is confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's all I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't make a tree grow, give life to someone dead, I can't make the grass and greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would I want that kind of power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can barely even imagine that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and imagination is the part of me that let's me create in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God can do those things and much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's not confined to what we as humans can think or believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish I could know how much greater He is than what my mind thinks of Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But what would happen if I knew exactly how powerful He is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's a scary thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For now I just need to be content with what I do know of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For now I just need His help to trust Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm a child of God that doubts and is confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, He'll get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-2570452538583356765?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/2570452538583356765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=2570452538583356765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2570452538583356765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2570452538583356765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-7691103769403890733</id><published>2007-04-17T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:29:53.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song Quiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click -Next Song- for every question and write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1. What does next year have in store for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;High of '75-Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2. What does your love life look like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Planet Hell- Nightwish (oh dear!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3. What do I say when life gets hard?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He's Going the Distance-Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4. What song will I dance to at my wedding?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Combat Baby-Metric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5. What do you want as a career?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Super Mario World-DDR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;6. Your favorite saying?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Upside Down-Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;7. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One Winged Angel-Final Fanasty VII:Advent Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;8. Where would you go on a first date?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ain't Never Learned-Moby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;9. Drug of choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Incomplete-Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;10. Describe yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't Fear the Reaper-Blue Oyster Cult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;11. What is the thing I like doing most?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Letter to Myself-Furthermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;12. The song that best describes the president?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lithium Flower-Gias Soc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;13. How will I die?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love-Delerium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;14. The song that will be played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything-Relient K (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-7691103769403890733?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7691103769403890733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=7691103769403890733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/7691103769403890733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/7691103769403890733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-song-quiz.html' title='Another Song Quiz...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-8923390893136644960</id><published>2007-03-26T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:16:29.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I doubt God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well i have good news! I got my practicum lined up! here's the story for those who don't know the whole story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For my course here @ SAIT, I am required to do a four week practicum workin in the Travel and Tourism industry. I decided to look into doing that practicum in a travel agency because that's what i'm interested in. I thought it would be nice to live @ home and do my 4 weeks at a travel agency there. so when i went home for Christmas i talked to the manager of the travel agency in Humboldt (which is the closest to home, 45 min drive from my farm) about having my practicum there. We e-mailed back and forth about this possibility for about 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A few weeks ago i was under the impression that that travel agency would not have things for me to do there for those 4 weeks. I was really bummed because i didn't want my effort and networking to be going to waste. I e-mailed her saying that i'm required to do some research on preferred suppliers, and maybe even do a few WestJet bookings. I was just hoping i could work there and still learn about the industry while still living @ home. At that point it didn't look hopeful for my to work there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that night, I called my dad about that problem and he suggested that i call other places too. I also broke down and cried on the phone with him. He said that i was stressed out. And that i totally agreed on that part. So he gave me phone numbers of other travel agencies in my area and i called them the next day about me working there. I also phoned my godmother who works in Saskatoon about working with her. so i was trying to keep my options open and keep positive about this whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today my class had our second practicum meeting and we got some paperwork and more information about practicum stuff. i knew i had to give more information to the agency in Humboldt that i was originally looking at.  When i got home from my meeting today i called the agency a couple times and both times the manager was busy with something else. I got frustrated didn't even want to phone a 3rd time. I'm glad i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I phoned a 3rd time and the manager herself picked up. We talked about the e-mails that were sent back and forth, discussed the things that i could do for the agency, hers and mine expectations for those 4 weeks. The last e-mail that i got from her was to know if i wanted to work there. I was under the impression that i wouldn't have alot for me to do. However she was saying how i can do my research for deals, call car rental places, learn their computer systems, stuff like that....which is what i'm supposed to do in a practicum anyway. So we discussed me doing that.  I asked her if those things are a possibility and if she wanted me to confirm me working there.  She said that since those things were possible for me to do, that we could confirm it. So i gave her the dates that i wanted to work and they worked for her.  So all in all i will be working in Humboldt for my practicum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This whole process was hard for me because I like being in control ofthings and if things don't go my way right away i get upset and easily forget that God has other plans. This time He allowed it to work out that i can live at home and not have to rely on other people for accommodation. When i got off the phone with the manager of the Humboldt agency, i cried because things were working out the way that i hoped for. God is good! There wasn't really a point in getting frustrated and stressed about it....or maybe there was . Without those moments i wouldn't have realized that i needed God to take control of this whole thing. And i'm glad that He put me in those moments where i know that I need Him to make my plans work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Moral of the sotry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and petition present your requests to God. And the peace that transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus our Lord." Philippian 4:6-7*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, just because i got a practicum lined up, doesn't mean that things are completely perfect in that part. Continue to pray for it. That I'll learn what i need to, that the people i will be working with will be open to my questions and concerns. Pray that it all goes well. Thanks guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*this might be a little off because i wrote it from memory, as long as u get the jist of the&lt;/span&gt; verse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-8923390893136644960?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/8923390893136644960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=8923390893136644960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/8923390893136644960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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did not make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Until the final student, had finally settled down&lt;br /&gt;Then she stood before them, and told them all her name&lt;br /&gt;And then politely asked, each student to do the same&lt;br /&gt;Then without hesitation, she took papers from a sack&lt;br /&gt;And placed them in two piles, one white, the other black&lt;br /&gt;And deliberately quite slowly, with a slight, mischievous smile&lt;br /&gt;She began handing papers up and down each aisle&lt;br /&gt;And once each student had a piece; she continued within their sights&lt;br /&gt;To gather to piles of crayons, one black, the other white&lt;br /&gt;And then she took a painting, from beneath her walnut desk&lt;br /&gt;Then placed a painter's smock, overtop her navy dress&lt;br /&gt;And to no one in particular, she spoke in peaceful tones&lt;br /&gt;"I've been working on this painting, for years in my own home."&lt;br /&gt;She stood staring at the painting, it's brilliant colors mixed as one&lt;br /&gt;Upon a vast horizon, the presence of the sun&lt;br /&gt;It indeed was not a Rembrandt, a Picasso, or Michelangelo to say the least&lt;br /&gt;But it nonetheless was beautiful; its presence spoke of peace&lt;br /&gt;And no doubt that lovely painting, had taken so much time&lt;br /&gt;For every color known to man, seemed to intertwine&lt;br /&gt;And so it came with wonder, what they witnessed with surprise&lt;br /&gt;The act that took them all of guard, done right before their eyes&lt;br /&gt;With finger paints now gathered, and opened on her desk&lt;br /&gt;She smeared the colors upon her hands, in an entangled awful mess&lt;br /&gt;And then as though she'd lost her mind, she smeared her hands across&lt;br /&gt;The painting once so beautiful...now a total lossIt did not make a bit of sense, they did not understandAs they sat and watched their teacher, wipe the paints from off her hands&lt;br /&gt;And then she took the crayons, and went up and down the rows&lt;br /&gt;And handed to each student, the colors that she chose&lt;br /&gt;"Now," she told her students, "I want you to create&lt;br /&gt;A picture filled with beauty, devoid of any hate."&lt;br /&gt;Mouths dropped open widely; mumbles filled the room&lt;br /&gt;And students looked to one another, as unasked questions seemed to loom&lt;br /&gt;For the students with white paper, were given crayons the same shade&lt;br /&gt;And the students with black crayons, had been given a raven-colored page&lt;br /&gt;And how could one create splendor, with no colors to mix and match&lt;br /&gt;The students were quite certain, their teacher had left out most the facts&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher," a student's voice was heard, "I'm not so sure I can."&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the white crayon, and white paper in her hand&lt;br /&gt;Silence overtook the room; it eerily crept about&lt;br /&gt;Causing the teacher's gentle voice, to erupt into a shout&lt;br /&gt;"You each share the same problem, you each posses the power to resolve&lt;br /&gt;But only the students with open minds will have the ability to solve."&lt;br /&gt;Minutes ticked away, class was nearing to an end&lt;br /&gt;And not one single student, knew quiet how to begin&lt;br /&gt;And when the bell rang out, and they hurried to their feet&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told them commandingly, to return back to their seat&lt;br /&gt;"Before you leave this classroom, I think you each should know&lt;br /&gt;For this assignment you receive a failing grade, for you have no work to show&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow and the next day, your assignment shall be the same&lt;br /&gt;And those who fail my class, will have only themselves to blame."&lt;br /&gt;The next day and the following, students weren't quite sure what to do&lt;br /&gt;Until at last, a solution, began to surface through&lt;br /&gt;When one student with his crayon and his paper both in black&lt;br /&gt;Turned to the student behind him and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"May I borrow that?"&lt;br /&gt;The student hesitated, but then gave his crayon made of white&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately the assignment, no longer seemed a plight&lt;br /&gt;For students all throughout the class, switched crayons up and down the asiles&lt;br /&gt;And certain that they'd found the solution, their faces lit with smiles&lt;br /&gt;And just as every student began to draw, across and empty page&lt;br /&gt;The teacher whom they'd all begun, to see as certainly quite strange&lt;br /&gt;Collected all the pages and crayons, without a single mark&lt;br /&gt;And then she spoke aloud, "Thank you, for bringing hope into my heart&lt;br /&gt;You see, I wanted you to realize, that in order to create&lt;br /&gt;A picture filled with beauty, devoid of any hate&lt;br /&gt;You needed first to recognize, that a problem did exist&lt;br /&gt;And that a practical solution, could be found within your midst&lt;br /&gt;And that racism is a problem, each of us must face&lt;br /&gt;Working all as one, before it's much to late&lt;br /&gt;And with open eyes and open hearts, we must see the person, not the color of their skin&lt;br /&gt;And come to the understanding, that racism has to end&lt;br /&gt;For together we are family, we cry tears, we all feel pain&lt;br /&gt;And though we may not look the part, that's exactly what we do&lt;br /&gt;For crayons are just colors, that's all our skin is, too."&lt;br /&gt;Students looked around the room, a variety of colors on their skin&lt;br /&gt;As the point she was trying to make, began to settle in&lt;br /&gt;The looks on their faces, readily explained&lt;br /&gt;That they were trying to contemplate: that indeed they were the same&lt;br /&gt;A nervous shuffling of papers, and coughs throughout the room&lt;br /&gt;Portraying the vital image, that fighting over crayons was a stupid thing to do&lt;br /&gt;It was then each student realized, the purpose of crayons and papers the same shade&lt;br /&gt;Was to prove they needed the other color to fill their empty page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence seized the moment, as one student raised his open hand&lt;br /&gt;And then spoke in hesitation,&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;Why you took your painting, the one you seemed to enjoy so very much&lt;br /&gt;Gathered up your finger paints, to destroy it in a touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness filled her face, as a tear trailed upon her cheek&lt;br /&gt;And in slow and heartfelt words, she began to speak&lt;br /&gt;"To show you all that colors can be beautiful, but they can also destroy&lt;br /&gt;Everything we love and work for, everything we each enjoy&lt;br /&gt;And the destruction of something that I loved, was to make a point to you&lt;br /&gt;That racism destroys the beauty in us all,&lt;br /&gt;And that fighting over colors, is a destructive thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheryl Costello-Forshey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-7302149760115603239</id><published>2007-03-06T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:04:15.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack To My Life....With Commentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello again. So I did think a couple of days ago. I think it’s a neat idea, kinda random and “That song’s not right at all!”-type fun. So I thought I’d do it again however make comments on the songs that appear. Why? Cause why not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Soundtrack To My Life&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Star War Main Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K, I know what you’re thinking….I didn’t pick that one on purpose. Amy, I’m serious! It just randomly came up. Dead serious! However, it would be uber awesome to have this my opening credits. I mean, who are we kidding here. Star Wars rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pathetique-Beethoven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmmm. Very pretty song. Would get tired of waking up to Classical music very quickly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First day of school:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Meaning of It All-Plankeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, what is the meaning of the first day of school? That’s the day that everyone looks at you, what you’re wearing nad judges you based on first impressions. Yes, what is the meaning of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mai-Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fall in love with Josh Groban?! heck yes! sign me up! don't know what Mai means in Italian or whatever langauge that song is in, but it's still a pretty song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Boys of Summer-DJ Sammy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told SCott this was my Breaking Up song and he said "That's horrible". Not sure exactly what he meant by that, but i thought it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Prom/Grad:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Try Again- Aaliyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No no. I don't think taht means i have to re-try school again. At least i hope not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life's OK:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Black Water-Final Fanasty VII Advent Children Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um.....can't remember what this sounds like now that i'm not listening to it. I think it was either pretty or somewhat dark and sad. Can't remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Follow Me-Apologetix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the Apologetix version of it so, if i remember correctly I think it's about James. Not sure what that has to do with mental breakdown though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lady-Holy Rollers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can approve of driving to this song. Then again I know these guys from New Zealand so listening to friends bands in my car is always fun. Now if that CD would only work in my car. "I ain't looking for a girl, I'm looking for a lady. She's gotta love the Lord, or she can not put her name is" True story. That's how the song goes. It's quite fun. I remember going to their concert and during those lyrics the singer was looking right @ my friend Laura and once we realized he was looking @ her, we both started laughing....I miss Capernwray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Headlights on Dark Roads-Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;k, don't really what this song sounds likeeither (most of this commentary is happening in class so that's why i don't remember what the songs sound like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another Arni Village-Chrono Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um. Chrono Cross. Too much music for one video game. Seriously 3 CD's worth, but all the pretty songs are you Lappy and i think this is one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heaven-DJ Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes Jason, I know the "birth of a child" part comes before the "wedding song" in this thing. I know. that's not my ideal, that's just how the form was. This song is very pretty. Scott thought it was appropriate for the "birth of a child" and i agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wedding song:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eleventh Hour-Jars of Clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a pretty song. Very pretty. Don't think I'll add it to my "Possible Songs for Weddding" Playlist....uh oh. I've said too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Final Battle:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Extreme Days-TobyMac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now i don't think this is a suitable song for my final battle. Can't really think of what would be a suitable song....probably not the infamous "requiem for a dream" music that's definately over played. However i do like that song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Death Scene:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Called My Wife-Apologetix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Would this work for my death scene? I mean this version is about how Cain killed Able. Something to think about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Funeral:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Hope Is In You-Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess if i die, my hope IS is God, so this fits nicely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;End Credits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rukus Bringa- MG Visionary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Very fitting. A funky rap toon to finish off this random compilation of my life. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Attached is Scott's Soundtrack, I'm not gonna comment on it cause i don't want to get in trouble. So enjoy.Besides, these songs came from my computer so Scott didn't know some of them. So it wasn't as funny to him. But it was still fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scott’s Soundtrack for His Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maleguna Salerose-Kill Bill 2 Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Be Our Guest-Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First day of school:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anybody-Grits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love Your Madly-Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jasmine- Ace Troubleshooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Prom/Grad:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby Boy-Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life's OK:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Young and Aspiring-Underoath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heart Shaped Box-Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rubber Ducky-Ernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I Haven’t Been Myself-John Reuben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Smooth Criminal-Micheal Jackson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Making Me-Downhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wedding song:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometime Yes, Sometimes No-Jill Paquette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Final Battle:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Better Days-Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Death Scene:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People Imprisoned By Destiny-Chrono Cross Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Funeral:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forever Gone Forever You-Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;End Credits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dreaming With a Broken Heart-John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-7302149760115603239?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-8709136524037758342</id><published>2007-03-05T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:23:29.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up earlyon a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls...Females: had a new motto, Males: got a whole lot gay-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing power rangers with friends you fought over who got to be who............and still all ended up being Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when super nintendo's became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on&lt;br /&gt;"intruders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore socks over leggings scrunched down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played and/or collected "Pogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember a time before the WB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the hand" ... enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when everyone went slinky crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we were younger:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet &amp; text messaging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp; iPods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp; Caller ID was a new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs &amp; paid $3.50 for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Over Here!!!! means something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide-n-Go Seek at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Light, Green Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads Up 7 Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Kickball &amp; Dodgeball until your porch light came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopskotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slip-n-Slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree Houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO....HOT WHEELS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"POWER OF LOVE" BY CELINE DION..ONLY COUPLES COULD SKATE TO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying Giga Pets &amp; Furbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Little Mermaid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the privelage to sit in the front seat of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Sqeeze It "Squeeze The Fun Out Of It"CAPRI SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Saturday Morning Cartoons in your PJ's still wrapped up in your TMNT, Power Rangers, Barbie, Fairy Princess comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or what about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Arnold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret World of Alex Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren &amp; Stimpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic School Bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash Forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Pete and Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legends of the Hidden Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alladin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and the Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailor Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangin with Mr. Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beavis &amp; Butt-Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Nye the Science Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR RODGERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who could forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone wanted to be in love after watching The Wonder Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Umbrella Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Comfy Couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid was the drink of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christmas was the most exciting time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When $5 seemed like a million, &amp; another dollar a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you begged to go to McDonalds for dinner everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Toys R Us overuled the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the time when:Decisions were made by going 'eeny-meeny-miney-moe'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming 'do over!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Race issue' ment arguing about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in 'Monopoly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't odd to have two or three 'best' friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being old referred to anyone over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to skate as a couple at the local roller rink was like winning the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapes &amp; bruises were kissed &amp;amp; made better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal to finally be tall enought to ride the 'big people' rides at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing Nintendo was the hardest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ninja Turtles ruled the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Baby Sitter Club and Little Sister (Karen) book came out and you put your name on hold for it at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Aladdin was new, before the trilogy was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we realized all this would eventually disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-8709136524037758342?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/8709136524037758342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=8709136524037758342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/8709136524037758342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/8709136524037758342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/03/90s.html' title='The 90&apos;s'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-3026921783889200771</id><published>2007-03-01T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:09:33.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack to My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Soundtrack To My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. Press play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Credits: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Make This Go On Forever-Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Signed Sealed Delivered-Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day of school: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forca-Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling In Love: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;White Night Fanasty-Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking Up: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fight Fire With Fire-Apocalyptica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom/Grad: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando,Quando, Quando-Micheal Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's OK: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cruisin' the Strip-Calibretto 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental Breakdown: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Circles-Strong Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Home Village-Arni - Chrono Cross Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashback:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's Over-Audio Adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Back Together: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking Hip-Dr.Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth of Child: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's not Eden-Apologetix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding song: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listening After Midnight-Apologetix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Battle: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tango Shoes-Bif Naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;California Dreamin'-DJ Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Collide-DCTalk &amp;amp; Newsboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End Credits:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desire-Zwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-3026921783889200771?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3026921783889200771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=3026921783889200771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3026921783889200771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3026921783889200771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/03/soundtrack-to-my-life.html' title='Soundtrack to My Life'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-3884563568327462152</id><published>2007-03-01T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:15:31.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Are Like Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got this in a Forward...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037005737480533186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RecKB_IhtMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pKI3VcZvfdY/s320/apple_tree_I_by_jerry486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Girls are like apples on trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The best ones are at the top of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The boys dont want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground that arent as good, but easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So theapples up top think something wrong with them when in reality they're amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the wayto the top of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-3884563568327462152?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3884563568327462152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=3884563568327462152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3884563568327462152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/3884563568327462152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/03/girls-are-like-apples.html' title='Girls Are Like Apples'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/RecKB_IhtMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pKI3VcZvfdY/s72-c/apple_tree_I_by_jerry486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-2960506452766318759</id><published>2007-01-15T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:46:52.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Observation of Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why do I run from You, thinking that You can't see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not only do You see what I do, You know my heart and my motives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't even know those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know why I do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I take pleasure in doing what's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shouldn't I take pleasure in doing the right thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know You'll forgive me, because You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm amazed at your patience with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can't even begin to understand YOUR motives for loving me the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know I don't deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;None of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't deserve to even be thought of by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yet You are constantly thinking about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then why do I hurt You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I even KNOW I"m hurting You while I'm doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I need You to help me stop doing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Otherwise...I'm trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Romans 7:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I do no understand what I do. For what I want to do I do no do, but what I hate I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-2960506452766318759?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/2960506452766318759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=2960506452766318759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2960506452766318759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2960506452766318759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/01/observation-of-sin.html' title='An Observation of Sin'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-5370146511747526478</id><published>2007-01-14T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:43:09.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Say... "I am a Christian"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A friend of mine sent this to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed,&lt;br /&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible,&lt;br /&gt;But God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holier than thou.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;Who received God's good grace somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ..."I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble,&lt;br /&gt;And need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak,&lt;br /&gt;And need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I say ... "I am a Christian,"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak,&lt;br /&gt;And need HIS strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-5370146511747526478?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/5370146511747526478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=5370146511747526478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/5370146511747526478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/5370146511747526478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I Say... &quot;I am a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-2133813385816807294</id><published>2007-01-11T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:37:45.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way, Your Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say "I want something new"&lt;br /&gt;You say "I"m giving you a challenge" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go on a mission trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say "You're already in one"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say "I don't want to be here, I don't like it"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say "They need you here, to show them My love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to get away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say "Renewal is good, but you need to come back"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel lonely here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say "I'll NEVER leave you or forsake you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what I'm doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say "I know you're purpose in this life, and I will guide you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I trust You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing i can do without Your control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acts 1:8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-2133813385816807294?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/2133813385816807294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=2133813385816807294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2133813385816807294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/2133813385816807294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-way-your-way.html' title='My Way, Your Way'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-4325648297889923061</id><published>2007-01-10T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:16:25.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mold the clay until You are satisfied with its shape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clay knows nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may be put through fire, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the Potter knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And He knows why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clay can't ask the Potter "Why?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why did you make me like this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It don't want to go through this pain. Why?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Potter knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If He told the clay His plans,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clay wouldn't be prepared for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire prepares clay for its purpose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Potter knows how much fire the clay needs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Potter is satisfied when the clay is the shape He wants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my Potter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b359/gizzmo1836/throwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b359/gizzmo1836/throwing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeremiah 18:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-4325648297889923061?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4325648297889923061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=4325648297889923061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4325648297889923061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/4325648297889923061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-form.html' title='New Form'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-116492799291413503</id><published>2006-11-30T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:06:32.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Action Mario</title><content type='html'>Check this awesome live action Mario skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/120/Live+Action+Mario/stream"&gt;http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/120/Live+Action+Mario/stream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/647/320/855636/running%20Mario.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-116492799291413503?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/116492799291413503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=116492799291413503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116492799291413503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116492799291413503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/11/live-action-mario.html' title='Live Action Mario'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-116425589105669793</id><published>2006-11-22T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:30:06.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell Earlene? S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Well I have decided that it's been WAY too long since i've last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Last week was hell and a half for me. Not only did i have an Operations Final, a Tourism test, a computer assignment due, a business report due on an organzation that I've only heard of once since i started my report, I had roommate problems. And because of these problems I even looked into alternate places to live in Calgary. For those of you who just tuned into my blog, i live with 3 other girls in an apartment style residence dorm. One roommate (we'll call her Bad L) was really getting on mine and my other roommates nerves with lack of cleaning, strange friends of hers, and interuptions of sleep (this was for me cause her room is on the other side of mine). So we had a meeting with our CA and since Bad L didn't show up for our 1st meeeting we had ,we had to schedule another meeting that week so that we could discuss a room contract. Long story short, we ended up making the contract. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I was still really stressed out about having to actually deal with roommates that i re-scheduled an Ikea date with a friend to make a quick trip to my fav place ever.....Scott's house. Even though Scott was busy with school productions til 10 that Friday, i spent the majority of my evening with his brother and sister just talking about my situation and what's been going on in their lives. Plus i talked to his parents. They're so supportive, and it's been really great to have them as an "alternate family" cause my parents live back in Spalding. I did get to see Scott that weekend, and as usually he was the best. He let me cry and called me on being over-reactive (which knowing me is totally true). The more I see/be with him the more i'm convinced that i can't live the rest of my life with anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;So i came back to Calgary, and on my way back i just prayed to God that He'll get me through my roommmate issues and that I'll learn to just trust Him with whatever comes my way. Plus it turns out that i've caught a mild case of stomach flu. Due to what? Stress. I've been throwing up every morning this week, which isn't good, however throughout the rest of the day i'm fine. I just don't eat as much as i usually do cause i don't want to get sick throughout the rest of the day. Plus not only was i stressed about the things i just talked about, i was also stressing about my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;What aspects of my future, you ask? Marriage. Marriage. Marriage. Why that subject? 2 reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;1. I'm going to be a bridesmaid for my friend's wedding this weekend and whenever i see her and her fiance I get anxious about when that will be me and Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;2. somehow me and Scott's brother Ben got on the subject on how Scott and Ben dicussed how Scott's going to propose. I don't know anything, cause Ben was a good boy and said nothing. I just think it's cute how Scott discussed it with his brother *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;See, I've been dating Scott on/off since i was 15 (approx. 5 years) and ever since then, i knew i wanted to marry him. Sounds silly to know who you want to marry at that age, but something deep inside me knew. Now I"m 20, he's 22, we have 1 year and 1/2 left of college and now I've never been closer to reaching that goal. I mean instead of living 8 hours away, i know live 1 and 1/2 hours and it's SO good. and basically i'm just anxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Actually to tell you the truth, i had a much longer blog typed up, but somehow only the above got saved. oh well. I did get a few things out of mty system, even if they disappeared into the nothingnes ofthe web. Basically if you're reading this, could you pray for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Pray that i find God's guidance and His wisdom through every situation that gets thrown at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Pray that i can fully trust Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Pray that I know His plan for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prayer in general would be much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once again, thanks for listening to me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-116425589105669793?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/116425589105669793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=116425589105669793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116425589105669793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116425589105669793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-do-you-spell-earlene-s-t-r-e-s-s-e_22.html' title='How do you spell Earlene? S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-116291918894219884</id><published>2006-11-07T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:06:29.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Trevor Toons....and Geeks Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's some links to toons that i found in my e-mail. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/magical+trevor/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/magical+trevor+2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/geeks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-116291918894219884?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/116291918894219884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=116291918894219884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116291918894219884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116291918894219884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/11/magical-trevor-toonsand-geeks-too.html' title='Magical Trevor Toons....and Geeks Too'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-116060888499816895</id><published>2006-10-11T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:47:28.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Press the Red Button</title><content type='html'>See what happens when you press the button...i dare you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/hsrun.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemorelevel.com/games.php?game=302"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.onemorelevel.com/games.php?game=302&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/stop%20hammer%20time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/katamari-prince.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-116060888499816895?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/116060888499816895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=116060888499816895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116060888499816895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116060888499816895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/10/press-red-button.html' title='Press the Red Button'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-116060839740234970</id><published>2006-10-11T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:13:17.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Personality Test - SOUND ON - You draw a pig online and then answer a few questions aboutyour drawing..and then it tells you about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;http://www.freaknfunny.com/files/upload/draw-a-pig.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/gir%20and%20pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-116060839740234970?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/116060839740234970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=116060839740234970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116060839740234970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/116060839740234970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/10/pig-personality-test.html' title='Pig Personality Test'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115900160650556703</id><published>2006-09-23T02:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:12:56.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why I Want Nerdy Children!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is a long video, but definately a must see/hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKm-mt0ZQzc&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Super Mario Whole Suite on Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/running%20Mario.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/running%20Mario.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/running%20Mario.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to say about this guy...&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is the piano music for this? i need it!&lt;br /&gt;2. Amy, i know you're brain is going to explode when you watch this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. He's blindfolded at the beginning parts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. I have a craving to play video games now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115900160650556703?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115900160650556703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115900160650556703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115900160650556703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115900160650556703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-why-i-want-nerdy-children.html' title='This Is Why I Want Nerdy Children!!'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115900032566905589</id><published>2006-09-23T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:32:05.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well it's 2am on a Saturday. Why am i up? well once again one of my roommates has drunk people over. And by "once again" i mean this the same roommate that invited those strangers to sleep on our couch a couple weeks ago. Now, if i was going to Red Deer tomorrow i definately would not be impressed by the partying, however i'm not going there tomorrow so i mean it's not like i have an extensive schedule to fulfill tomorrow, i was just kinda hoping for a relaxing weekend in Calgary. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter part of my evening consisted of watching "Secret of Nimh", talking to Scott on the phone and reading "Two Towers" for an hour. During my free reading, my roommate and her friends were in our living room ordering pizza and being drunk. And since there were kinda loud it was kinda hard not to eavesdrop while reading. They also had loud music playing in the room next to mine. And since i was eavesdropping i heard my roommate explain to her friends where our other roommates and I were this evening. She told them i was sleeping. Which if you think about it, if she knew I was sleep, why would she be really loud with her friends and crank her music which is beside my room? Why? because drunk people are stupid like that!! The music was pentrating my brain (now this was when i finished reading and was attempting to fall asleep) so much that i had to intervene and i asked her nicely to turn it down, and she did. So i appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the purpose of getting drunk? To forget your problems? To loose so much control of yourself that you dont' care how much of a fool you make of yourself? I've never been drunk and dont' ever plan to be, so i personally can't answer these questions. Mt thoughts...I dont' want to loose control of myself through alcohol. I just think it's stupid. Pathetic. I find no pleasure in being around drunk people, their actions are repulsive to me. Yes i do drink, however i DO NOT drink to get drunk. I drink because i know the people that i'm with will call me on it if i drink too much. I at least do it with poeple that i trust in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, drinks are expensive! Two drinks is about what...$10? And pop is like $2? Somewhere in there? Now which do you think is more cost effective, DUH! The pop! It's not rocket science people!  And if you really want to be cheap...go with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i'm on the subject of roommate frustrations, washing dishes is a concern for me. I really want to avoid having another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2004/12/dishwasher-of-death.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dishwasher of Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; experience again. been there, done that once too many times. Yet everytime i hint to my roommates to wash their dish pile that's growing in the sink, they claim it'll get done "later". "Later" comes and they are still not clean until a few days after "later". I'm not impressed. I mean i can kinda forgive them for it because they just got out of high school and haven't had much time living in the real world and living on their own, but really. Other than that....grow up children! Now if you're wondering if I wash my dishes, yes i do. My parents raised me to be clean. And when i get married and have a family of my own, i plan on being impecably clean as in Lysol disinfectant sprays and all that fun stuff. No, i am not a germaphobe, i just like a clean living space. No one wants to look at the soup rings on the inside of your pot, so just clean it. Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There. Now i feel a little bit better now that i ranted about my roommates. And i have a feeling there's going to be more rants on the roommate subject. I'm sure of it. Now i just have to preoccupy myself with something until my tiredness takes over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115900032566905589?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115900032566905589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115900032566905589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115900032566905589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115900032566905589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115881437421186004</id><published>2006-09-20T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:52:54.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now I'm sure that the majority of us has a set of small building blocks and we stacked them in various ways to produce different various shapes and what not. Well i think these people got a little bit carried away in building a church. However i DO give them credit for making it THAT cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGO CHURCH..........&lt;br /&gt;A few quick facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long to build it? It was about a year and a half of planning,building and photographing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pieces of LEGO to build it? more than 75,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big is it? About 7 feet by 5 1/2 feet by 30 inches (2.2 m x 1.7 m x .76 m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many LEGO people does it seat? 1372&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows? 3976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It features a balcony, a Narthex, stairs to the balcony, restrooms, coat, rooms, several mosaics, a nave, a baptistery, an altar, a crucifix, a pulpit and an elaborate pipe organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/lego%20church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/lego%20church%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/lego%20church%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/lego%20church%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have a craving to play Lego Star Wars..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115881437421186004?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115881437421186004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115881437421186004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115881437421186004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115881437421186004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/lego-church.html' title='Lego Church'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115879266805945201</id><published>2006-09-20T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:51:08.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know Those Days Where You Just Want to Kill Your Computer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So we all know that computers cause far more frustrations than we wish.&lt;br /&gt;Now we can have our revenge on the blasted "magic boxes" without actually causing physical damage (because we all know that if we did ACTUALLY do this to a computer, we'd be owing someone alot of $$$).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that this game is in a different language, but you just have to click PLAY and then start beating up the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craziness.com/games/play-pc-breakdown/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stupid Computer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115879266805945201?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115879266805945201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115879266805945201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115879266805945201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115879266805945201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-know-those-days-where-you-just.html' title='You Know Those Days Where You Just Want to Kill Your Computer?'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115820907075470431</id><published>2006-09-13T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:44:30.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragdoll Physhics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those moments when you want to through stuff against a wall, but you know you can't through stuff because you'll be grounded for the next year if you even think about breaking your mom's expensive vase? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If YES, then this is a site for you.....&lt;a href="http://www.planetdan.net/pics/misc/georgie.htm"&gt;Ragdoll Physics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Disclaimer: the author is not saying that George Bush is a horrible person...she just thinks this is a fun site.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115820907075470431?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115820907075470431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115820907075470431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115820907075470431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115820907075470431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/ragdoll-physhics.html' title='Ragdoll Physhics'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115820536056426498</id><published>2006-09-13T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:42:40.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? (Please Take Time to Ponder)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of its bottle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why did Kamikaze pilots wear helmets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It'! s all right?" Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; How come you never hear father-in-law jokes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And my FAVORITE...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115820536056426498?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115820536056426498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115820536056426498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115820536056426498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115820536056426498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-please-take-time-to-ponder.html' title='Why? (Please Take Time to Ponder)'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115780574626973260</id><published>2006-09-09T05:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T06:42:26.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Horrors Wait For Me, In This, The Phantom's Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/coming-live-to-theater-near-you.html"&gt;Some of you may recall the strange affair&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of me mentioning that i was looking for to seeing the Phantom of the Opera. Well i finally saw it! Oh, i suppose you want to see what i wore, who i went with, possibly the set of the musical, and maybe some pictures from the Internet to give you an idea of what i witnessed on stage? Wish granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF1199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF1199.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's there! The Phantom of the Opera!! Now I know what some of you may be asking "Earlene there's a Phantom behind you, how do you plan on keeping your composure?!" To answer that : That's Scott in a Phantom mask that i bought in New Zealand, I'm not too worried. So that's the dress that i wore. And Jen if you are reading this, i didn't wreck the bridesmaid dress, dont' worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF1206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Down Once More to the dungeon of...the Bay? i don't get it. I will explain. The majority of mine and Scott's day was spent at West Edmonton Mall shopping around and since we had no where else to change into our formal attire (and since we parked near this entrance) we ended up changing in the public washrooms there. Slightly odd coming our of the Bay in a gown, but it happened and it was memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you...alright so technically we didn't wear masks to Phantom, but we did dress up all fancy like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for some scenes from the musical...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course these are not the same actors/singers that we saw live, I'm just giving you a little bit of an idea of what we saw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um....It seems that none of my pictures are loading properly. Sorry about that. I guess that's all the pics that you'll be able to see for now. That really sucks. Maybe i can update later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i can still tell you what went through my mind watching the Paris Opera house being revealed on stage in Edmonton. Alright, if you know anything about POTO, you know that it begins with an auction and as the auctioneer reveals the restored chandelier it starts to rise out from under its covers and is suspended over the stage. Now me being a HUGE POTO fan, i knew that whe nthe chandelier started to rise, the Phantom's musical theme starts to play. As you dcan probably guess i was extremely excited to watch the show and when i heard that opening chord of the Phantom's theme, i wanted to cry! It was just that beautiful. I honestly think i did shed a tear. Even just listening to the music now brings me back to last weekend and i still get chills from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even just the set changes between scenes blew my mind. Scott figured that the longest set change was about 10 seconds. My favorite scene? As if you had to ask! Of course it's when Christine is taken into the Phantom's lair on a boat, which on stage looks like the boat is floating on smoke. Oh and when the candleabras (you know what i mean) come out of the sides of the stage to create the Phantom's lair, it just adds to the effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In conclusion....I want to see it again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115780574626973260?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115780574626973260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115780574626973260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115780574626973260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115780574626973260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-horrors-wait-for-me-in-this.html' title='What Horrors Wait For Me, In This, The Phantom&apos;s Opera'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115780234042909613</id><published>2006-09-09T05:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T05:45:40.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Joys of Dorm Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Currently it's 5:30am on a Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why am i up this early?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, short version- i couldn't get back to sleep after going to the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Long version- my roommates were having a party last night and when i came back from my Capernwray "get together" there was strange people in my living room and kitchen when i walked into out "apartment" (i live in Rez). And since there were strange drunk people in my kitchen i wanted to avoid that place like the plague so i did'nt have anything to drink before going to bed last night, making me quite thirsty this morning. So when i finished in the bathroom to get some water i discovered that there was still strange people in my living room. Why? maybe there were too drunk to find the door...maybe they are my roommates friends visiting for the weekend...maybe they found a new friend in our sectional couch. Whatever the reason it was it was just weird having strange people in my living room at 5:30 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yes i know i haven't been able to update. One word: camp. I didn't even know we had internet access until the last week and we had dial up. Gotta love that. So, if you periodically checked my blog over the summer, I'm sorry that the updates were severely minimal. And even thought i'm going to college (taking Travel &amp; Tourism @ SAIT) I'll try to update whenever possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115780234042909613?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115780234042909613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115780234042909613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115780234042909613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115780234042909613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-joys-of-dorm-life.html' title='Oh The Joys of Dorm Life'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115171531662371274</id><published>2006-06-30T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:55:16.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Learn 50 things about your friends, and let them learn 50 things about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;/strong&gt; 5' 6"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroine?&lt;/strong&gt;  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy does....i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Rehab?&lt;/strong&gt; no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"?&lt;/strong&gt; *The first time I "met the parents" his dad was wearing a gun.....well he's a cop and he just got off work. It was scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;/strong&gt; i eat them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh Holy Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? &lt;/strong&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you do push-ups?&lt;/strong&gt; I CAN do them.....but do I do them? no. SHOULD I do them? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Have you ever done ecstasy?&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Are you vegan?&lt;/strong&gt; now why would i put myself through meat withdrawl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you like painkillers?&lt;/strong&gt; Does Tylenol count when you have cramps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt; being myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you own a knife?&lt;/strong&gt; i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;/strong&gt; now THAT's debatable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Date of birth?&lt;/strong&gt; may 10 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Place of birth?&lt;/strong&gt; St. Elizabeth Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Last 3 things you bought?&lt;/strong&gt; bacon cheeseburger, a Blizzie, a Pooh Bear in a Whale costume (in a $2 gumball machine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:&lt;/strong&gt; ice water, milk, juice, coffee, non ice water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/strong&gt; 10:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Current hair?&lt;/strong&gt;  shoulder length dark brown hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Current worry?&lt;/strong&gt; not being a good cabin leader @ Cypress Bible Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Current hate?&lt;/strong&gt; when people don't hear what i'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Favorite places to be?&lt;/strong&gt; Stoney Lake Bible Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Least favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt; in awkward situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Where would you like to go?&lt;/strong&gt;  Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you own slippers?&lt;/strong&gt; not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Where do you think you'll be in ten years?&lt;/strong&gt; hopefully back in Saskatchewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Do you burn or tan&lt;/strong&gt;? usually tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; "Fool's Toffee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Would you be a pirate?&lt;/strong&gt; sure. They have cool hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;/strong&gt; Last week @  wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. last song you sang in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt; can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; the Werewolf and Mummy under my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What's in your pockets right now?&lt;/strong&gt; no pocket now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; Watching "Anchorman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;/strong&gt;  hitting the bush while trying to make a turn on an 18year old bike.....i have a bike-phobia because of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;/strong&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Giselle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/strong&gt;  maybe.....at least I HOPE he likes me too cause I'm dating him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Do you wish on stars?&lt;/strong&gt; used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;/strong&gt; "Voyage of The Dawn Treader" by C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;/strong&gt; fuzzy peaches, Campino's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. What song do you want played at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt; So far, all i know is that i want "Han &amp;amp; Leia's Theme" to play when people are starting to sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt; "Goodbye" by Plankeye (?, i think it's by them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What were you doing at 12am last night&lt;/strong&gt;? Reading "LOTR: The Two Towers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings?&lt;/strong&gt; Never had a tatoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115171531662371274?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115171531662371274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115171531662371274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115171531662371274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115171531662371274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/06/50-things-about-me.html' title='50 Things about me'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-115023729388002062</id><published>2006-06-13T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:21:33.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them in some way to communicate ideas  about God.  Here are some of the results: scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is like..                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAYER ASPIRIN                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He works miracles.                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a FORD                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's got a better idea .                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; God is like...                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; COKE                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                He's the real thing.                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; HALLMARK CARDS                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He cares enough to send His very best.                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; TIDE                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gets the stains out that others leave behind.                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; GENERAL ELECTRIC                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He brings good things to life.                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; God is like...                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; SEARS                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He has everything.                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALKA-SELTZER                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try him, you'll like Him                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; SCOTCH TAPE                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't see him, but you know He's there.                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; DELTA                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; He's ready when you are.                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALLSTATE                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're in good hands with Him.                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; God is like...                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  VO-5 Hair Spray                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He holds through all kinds of weather.                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIAL SOAP          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is like...                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the U.S. POST OFFICE    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-115023729388002062?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/115023729388002062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=115023729388002062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115023729388002062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/115023729388002062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/06/tv-commercials.html' title='TV Commercials'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114905592483196671</id><published>2006-06-12T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:59:45.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Cool Chalk Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalk drawings from Julian Beever. Scroll down slowly and stop at each new frame. Incredible!!!!! Julian Beever is an English artist who's famous for his art on the pavement of England, France, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium Beever gives to his drawings an amazing 3D illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are actually avoiding walking in the "hole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/postmod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the real guy &amp; which beer is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/sosie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's Biggest Fly-Spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl on a beach mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/girlonmat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Poverty History drawing from the side(40 ft long) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/globe-wrongview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/globe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/spiderman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman and Robin to the rescue(SO COOL) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114905592483196671?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114905592483196671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114905592483196671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114905592483196671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114905592483196671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/06/very-cool-chalk-drawings.html' title='Very Cool Chalk Drawings'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114905454673407595</id><published>2006-05-30T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:49:06.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Philippians 4:13 --- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, A loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called Success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114905454673407595?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114905454673407595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114905454673407595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114905454673407595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114905454673407595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/05/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114894236339359586</id><published>2006-05-29T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:39:23.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Amazing</title><content type='html'>This is some what alarming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a letter between A and W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of an animal that begins with that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat it out loud as you scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of either a man's/woman's name that begins with the last letter in the animals name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now count out the letters in that name on the fingers of the hand you are not using to scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the hand you counted with and hold it out in front of you at face level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your palm very closely and notice the  lines in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the lines take the form of the first letter in the persons name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now smack yourself in the head, get a life, and quit playing stupid games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114894236339359586?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114894236339359586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114894236339359586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114894236339359586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114894236339359586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/05/simply-amazing.html' title='Simply Amazing'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114815221608814672</id><published>2006-05-20T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:14:11.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arteries Are Overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hscr.com/images/choc-cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.hscr.com/images/choc-cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hscr.com/images/choc-cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;See, i just make cupcakes today. Why? Cause we had some chocolate cake mix that i though i better get rid of. Then i was craving chocolate icing, so i found a recipe online and used that. However little did i know that my chocolate creation would sinful. I ate one cupcake and already i'm feeling my arteries clogging. So i figure, what's the point of having arteris if i'm just going to contiue filling them with sugar and fattening foods?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;*I DO know arteries are used for, i'm speaking from a non-healthy point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114815221608814672?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114815221608814672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114815221608814672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114815221608814672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114815221608814672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/05/arteries-are-overrated.html' title='Arteries Are Overrated'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114793083160228670</id><published>2006-05-17T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:41:47.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M4D SKILLZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;So this is my first blog as a 20 year old. My reaction? Meh, I'm over the shock of being 20. I'm still me and that's all you need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So today i was on our riding lawnmower cutting the lawn, listening to tunes when all of a sudden i thought "I have M4D L4wm0wr Skillz!" I KNEW i shouldn't have read Megatokyo before i went outside. That explains everything. I don't know if i should be shocked for relatively understanding L33t. And Scott, i can hear you shaking your head at me for thinking that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114793083160228670?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114793083160228670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114793083160228670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114793083160228670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114793083160228670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/05/m4d-skillz.html' title='M4D SKILLZ'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114671477273697974</id><published>2006-05-03T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:52:52.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death Of A Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm turning 20 in a week and i don't know if i like that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I like being a teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I never even imagined myself being 20, that's 2 whole decades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I liked being 19, you're still a teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But no, in a week I'll be a full fledged adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't even know what "being an adult" means. Being an independent teen was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of course just because I reach adulthood, that doesn't mean I stop having a life; I don't have to stop having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I also know alot of people who are getting married in their early twenties and the met "that special someone" when they were about 20. Who knows? Something beautiful could happen in the next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I'm still undecided as to how i feel about turning 20. I have caught myself referring to myself as a "20 year old" and my current play list is called "20 Years Old" (for lack of creativity i named it that). I guess I was trying to ease myself into the age transition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I know is that being 20 will take some getting used to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114671477273697974?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114671477273697974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114671477273697974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114671477273697974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114671477273697974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/05/death-of-teenager.html' title='The Death Of A Teenager'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114617686775454794</id><published>2006-04-27T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:27:47.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently In The Life Of Earlene</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. WHAT TIME IS IT:&lt;/strong&gt; 4:12 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; Earlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. PIERCINGS:&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. WHAT IS THE MOST RECENT MOVIE YOU HAVE SEEN AT THE CINEMA:&lt;/strong&gt; Pink Panther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. WHO DO YOU MISS:&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone from Capernwray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Obviously whoever make this quiz doesn'ty know how to count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. FAVORITE FOOD:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm big on buffalo chicken now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. EVER BEEN TO AFRICA&lt;/strong&gt;: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. EVER BEEN TOILET PAPERING&lt;/strong&gt;: not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. EVER LOVE SOMEONE SO MUCH IT MADE YOU CRY&lt;/strong&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. EVER BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT&lt;/strong&gt;: someone backed into my car once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. CROUTONS OR BACON BITS&lt;/strong&gt;: croutons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;: Tuesday, something interesting always happends on a Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.FAVORITE RESTAURANT&lt;/strong&gt;: DQ, KFC, A&amp;W, Bubblemania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. FAVORITE FLOWER&lt;/strong&gt;: Either roses or orchids, haven't decided yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH&lt;/strong&gt;: i usually don't watch sports but if i know someone in he game I'll watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. FAVORITE DRINK&lt;/strong&gt;: iced caramel macchiato from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. FAVORITE ICE CREAM:&lt;/strong&gt; Gelato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. DISNEY OR WARNER BROTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;: Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:&lt;/strong&gt; DQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BEDROOM CARPET&lt;/strong&gt;: Brown with olive and beige tinges (i didn't pick it out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU FAIL YOUR DRIVERS TEST&lt;/strong&gt;: once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. BEFORE THIS ONE, FROM WHOM DID YOU GET YOUR LAST EMAIL:&lt;/strong&gt; Chelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. WHAT DO YOU DO MOST OFTEN WHEN YOU ARE BORED:&lt;/strong&gt; go online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. USUAL BEDTIME&lt;/strong&gt;: 12:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. WHO WILL RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL THE QUICKEST&lt;/strong&gt;: Probably no one cause it's going on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY NOT TO RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL&lt;/strong&gt;: see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.WHO ARE YOU THE MOST CURIOUS ABOUT WITH THEIR RESPONSES&lt;/strong&gt;: whoever wants to respond to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.FAVORITE TV SHOW&lt;/strong&gt;:  Whose Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. LAST PERSON YOU WENT TO DINNER WITH&lt;/strong&gt;: Jen, Karissa, Vicky, and Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. FORD OR CHEVY&lt;/strong&gt;: Dodge? That's Chevy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW:&lt;/strong&gt; "Stumble" by Natasha Beddingfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR&lt;/strong&gt;: pink or green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. HOW MANY TATTOOS DO YOU HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. HOW MANY PETS DO YOU HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;:  1 dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. WHICH CAME FIRST THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG&lt;/strong&gt;: Biblically speaking it says that God created "every winged creature according to it's kind" (Gen. 1:21), so I'd say the chicken came first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114617686775454794?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114617686775454794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114617686775454794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114617686775454794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114617686775454794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/04/currently-in-life-of-earlene.html' title='Currently In The Life Of Earlene'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114602978825077699</id><published>2006-04-25T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:38:19.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm Reading The Book I Thought I Might As Well Find Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:530; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.michellerowen.com/blog/images/gerard_phantom.jpg" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which 'Phantom of the Opera' character are you most like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.michellerowen.com/blog/images/gerard_phantom.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Phantom. You are dark and secretive, and a little obsessive sometimes. When someone you love betrays you, you go a little crazy and you don't like to be around people. You are probably a little gothic and you wear lots of dark colors.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114602978825077699?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114602978825077699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114602978825077699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114602978825077699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114602978825077699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/04/since-im-reading-book-i-thought-i.html' title='Since I&apos;m Reading The Book I Thought I Might As Well Find Out...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114480540926289758</id><published>2006-04-11T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:30:09.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation Between Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Arg, I can’t get a good rant/poem/thingy going, I started like 3 poems, but they all ran dry before I could finish them. Why can’t I be a good writer?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't try, just let it come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe trying is your folly&lt;br /&gt;These things must just come to you&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about it, don't feel blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll think of something&lt;br /&gt;Just like that *ding*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I now thoroughly hate you *dong*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;why? cause i could think of a poem? LoL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You don't thoroughly hate me, i know you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So don't blame me if you can't think of  rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I could think of a poem,&lt;br /&gt;That could drive me out of my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn’t be so fickle.&lt;br /&gt;And get myself out of this pickle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like i said, you just shouldn't try&lt;br /&gt;why force something, it could be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Why not find something random and rant about that?&lt;br /&gt;How about a camera, a shoe, some tape, or an odd hat?&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just try that and see if it works&lt;br /&gt;if not, just drink some coffee from a perk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From a perk??...&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this in a jones lid&lt;br /&gt; “Think about, whirled peas…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yes I've gotten that Jones lid before&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, give me something new! Don't be a bore&lt;br /&gt;Still not finished the blog yet, there's alot there&lt;br /&gt;"Save a horse ride a cowboy"...not a mare&lt;br /&gt;This poem thing is quite fun, relaxing almost&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, so i should make some food, or some toast&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should post these poems, people might read them&lt;br /&gt; and then they'd think "Interesting! That's cool! What a gem!"&lt;br /&gt;No toast for me though, i"ll stick with my iced tea&lt;br /&gt;but if i drink too much, i might have to pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*This is an account of actual events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114480540926289758?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114480540926289758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114480540926289758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114480540926289758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114480540926289758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/04/conversation-between-friends.html' title='A Conversation Between Friends'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114479359289680824</id><published>2006-04-11T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:13:12.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/chocolate%20bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/chocolate%20bunnies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114479359289680824?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114479359289680824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114479359289680824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114479359289680824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114479359289680824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-laugh.html' title='An Easter Laugh'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114469790423212172</id><published>2006-04-10T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:16:07.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Valley Youth Retreat</title><content type='html'>Well friends, be prepared for one of the longest blogs ever. That's mainly because of all the pictures that I'm gonna put up. So this last weekend Aaron and Kimberly (our youth pastor and his wife) organized a youth retreat for us at Dallas Valley camp. There was 22 of us (youth) in total that came. Even though I kinda help lead youth events (mainly bible studies) i was considered one of the "kids". Meh, that works for me. On the way down there I was in a van with 5 girls aged 14-15. That was interesting. But all in all, it was a good weekend. Here's what happened... (keep in mind there's still a few pictures that i didn't post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Carmen and Steph attempting to sleep on the way down the Dallas Valley, but that didn't last very long because they were actually awake and then Carmen and Amy sang "I Just Can't Wait To Be King". Actually Carmen sang and Amy did sound effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I head down to Regina, this is my favorite part of the trip: the Qu'Appelle Valley. This is probably one of hte most scenic things I've seen in Sask (apart from lakes). And yes, i know that's really not saying alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carmen took a pic of me sleeping on Amy's camera and after viewing it i decided that a better picture could be taken. This is the better picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at camp and had a quick look around the main biulding "the Ranch House", Aaron split us up into teams and it was a race to see who could get their team OVER the line of duct tape without anyone touching the actual duct tape. This was my teams method of getting over. Probably NOT the safest thing. We also tried a method were Brendon would be on the ground and we'd step on him and jump off him onto the other side. When i was my turn to step on him i got scared and kept thinking that I'd break him so i kept falling off. But somehow i got to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brendon was the last one of our team over the duct tape (by the way the other team won) And this is how was caught him. But in his attempt to jump over the tape, he knocked teh whole thing down. So much for that idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love just hangoing out with the girls. I think Megs was explaining something to Amy. i felt kinda left out so i moved over beside Amy to listen too (obviusly that was after this picture was taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! It's Steph and Denise! And Jessamy's in the background too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming Courtney was in mid-speech when this pic was taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Chelsea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part of the cabin that we stayed in. One half of the building was for girls, and the other for boys. And those halves were halved. So there was basically 4 quarters in thing building that we stayed in. Us older girls were in a "quarter" called "Pommel" and the younger girls stayed in a quarter called "Fender". I don't know what the boys's quarters were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Steph in the course of getting ready for bed and waiting for the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night girls! This totally reminds me of kitchen help and going to bed at camp. Oh the joys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night Felicia and Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Aaron and Kimberly took us on a tour of Dallas Valley. This is the Ranch House that i mentioned before but in fuller view. And that's Jessamy walking down the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the valley pretty much just outside of our cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a picture of my and Carmen, however not only did she move, my camera died from lack of battery charging. So the majority of these pictures are from Amy's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Amy's guitar is also a Fender, she really liked this sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's another picture of the Ranch House. Very "saloon" style isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop on our "tour" was the building where they keep all the horse equipment. We actually didn't go into the building, but here's Todd on the tire horse swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is was is called the "Hub" which is basically like the chapel at Dallas Valley. And yes there is a fire place in it and it is sometimes used for cooking with you can't do an outdoor cooking skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another scenic shot of the surrounding valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy claims this picture is us being serious. No way! we're just uber cool! And that's Kimberly on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool shadow shot of me and Amy. Except my neck looks gibbled. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "swamp" area. In the background you can see a white biulding and that's where most of the outdoor cooking happens when camp is running. This picture was actually taken on the same spot that Aaron and Kimberly go married on. Aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many outhouses found nearby the cabins @ Dallas Valley. And yes, there IS indoor plumbing, so you don't have to use biffys all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dallas Valley's climbing wall. Well actually it's climbing and high ropes course. Courtney was the only one wearing rubber boots (or what New Zealander's call "gum boots") so she got to open the gate and the rest of us sneaked in to see the wall and the ropes course. Me and Amy went in after everyone else once we hear the explainations of everything that goes on in there. This was Kimberly's "station" for most of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a closer look at the climbing wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a better look at the high rops course. You would never see me up there. I'ld probably pee myslef after the first couple steps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a typical climbing wall rock, but I'm sure that those of you who have done climbing wall stuff already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were a couple cool signs we saw on our "tour". Good verse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was teaching Amy some cool camera shots and i found this cool tree. Sometimes you just need to open your eyes and see the photographic opportunities out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the slough/canoeing area/zip line area/ small swimming area of the camp. This is between the Junior aged camps (the main area at Dallas Valley) and Conestoga, which is where the teens go for their camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tex, the very lovable dog of Dallas Valley. After this shot was taken Kim's dad showed us varioud tricks that Tex could perform. Such a cool dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Conestoga" means covered wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Ervey! I love that kid! On the hay ride we had that Friday night i realized that Ervey reminds me alot of my friend David Gerken. Like 'Vey is the Mexican imitation of Gerken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now everyone was already at the bottom of the hill when i was coming down it. It was a feat and a half to get down that thing. Let me tell ya! Slippery snow, all foot prints sloped downward, and at the bottom what sloppy mud. Not something a "non outdoors girl" like me is used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I figured that this was a cool group shot. Later on when Aaron was explaining how to play "Kiss Me Dear" he said that he usually send people to the "Whining Log" when people complain about cheaters in wide games. Why go to the log? Cause the log always listens to whiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since "Conestoga" means covered wagon the cabins themselves go along with that theme. Pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we walked all the way on this "tour" of ours. And after climbing back up a hill me and Taylor were done for. You can almost hear Aaron laughing at us in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch we had a bit of free time so I read my bible for a bit. What part was i reading? I was reading about Jezebel and how she go Naboth killed because he wouldn't give Ahab (her husband and the king of Israel) a vineyard. Now that's just harsh! And yes i know i look mad in this pic but that's because it was cold and windy outside and i was worried that my camera would fall off the deck ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Amy and Jessamy went for a little walk to see what pictures we could find. However i kinda wanted a bit of alone time too so on our way back up to the cabin we found Megs and Courtney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look Tex! Look over there! Look at it! Look! Look!&lt;br /&gt;Or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me, you'll know that if there's a pool table tehre, I'll play. Now this is a very old table and some of the balls are either missing or there's doubles of them. Meh. So me and Carmy decided to have a game. Somehow I don' think you're allowed to fully lean on the table like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's me attempting to break. Attempting would be the key word here. But it is a cool picture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here's everyone getting ready for "session". This is after the boys totally schooled the girls at "Kiss Me Dear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our speaker Darren Holland who's a pastor from Watrous. He spoke on John 3:30 (read it. read it. read it, until you get it), Gideon and how it's all about God living His life in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some various deer heads there are in the dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Amy! It's an owl! Hoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a little "thank you" gift to Aaron and kim, the youth group purchased some napkins for Kim and a couple gift certificates for Aaron. Yay for you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv62.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv62.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What time is it? It's NINJA TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv63.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv63.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Carmy and she's listening to Numa Numa on Denise's iPod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/dv65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/dv65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Nathan. My new "fav" of the boys. this crazy kid rolls himself into the inner tube and rolls down a hill. But as you can see there's no snow on he hill and since there's bushes nearby, he hit them a few times. crazy child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's it! no more pics. Well ok i still have a few that i didn't post, but they're just ones where you're not gonna miss much. So that's what kept me busy this past weekend. I hope you enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114469790423212172?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114469790423212172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114469790423212172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114469790423212172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114469790423212172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/04/dallas-valley-youth-retreat.html' title='Dallas Valley Youth Retreat'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114387691833423341</id><published>2006-03-31T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:35:18.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Group Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Hello Hello! So i pretty much just got back from Youth Group which was really good. Our "event" of the evening was a scavenget hunt of random objects found in the Bible. so we basically had to find items such as:&lt;br /&gt;Samson's hair&lt;br /&gt;a nail from the cross&lt;br /&gt;Mose's rod&lt;br /&gt;brick from the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think you get my drift here. So in my group I had me, Amy, Carmen and Alisha. You can just imagine the chaos that insued. I even leaped into the snow a couple of time to fetch our items. So here's what we collected... (now more of these items are "attempts" to replicate the Biblical object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF0659.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF0659.0.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bunch of branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-fishing net. My explaination for it was that it was it was the "poor man's net" cause the guy couldn't afford rope. See the fish get caught in the holes and then you take the branches out of the water and viola! You have a fishing net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stick-&lt;/strong&gt;Moses's rod. I captured this one and in the attempted had to get through some snow so my shoes got wet and Alisha tried to push me in the snow but me being bigger than her i really didn't move much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;-fruit from the Garden of Eden. I don't think this need any explaination. Though Biblicall speaking, it doens't say "apple" it says "fruit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Y" stick with elastic band&lt;/strong&gt;-David's slingshot. Very make shift but it works in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stone&lt;/strong&gt;-something used during the stoning of Stephen. Oh the good old fashioned type of stoning. I think that's pretty much self explanitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empty cup&lt;/strong&gt;-something used at the Last Supper. yes i'm aware that styrofoam wasn't invented 2000 years ago, but it represented the cup that Jesus thanked at the last supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cup with water in it&lt;/strong&gt;-water from Noah's flood. Ok so technically it's from a puddle near our old church. And it's got some mud in it. If you think about it, there was heaps of mud in the water from Noah's flood...think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two jars and a gold lid&lt;/strong&gt;-gold, franincense, and myrrh. For this i got the idea of getting old glass containers from the town recycling bin and passing them off as the perfume/spice bottles. I found one that said "Extra Virgin Olive Oil" and me thinking that was pretty funny suggested that maybe the wisemen knew that Mary was gonna be a virgin when she gave birth so that's why they gave her a container that said "Extra Virgin". Ok so i thought it was pretty funny. While i was looking through the recycling container and Amy commented on how we were "dumpster diving" in Spalding, which if you think about it, sounds pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cup with mud and grass in it&lt;/strong&gt;-bricks from Egypt. So i figured that back in the day the Isrealites used mud and straw to build the bricks for the pyramids (or whatever they built for the Egyptians), so we mixed up some mud and grass to represent that. When Nathan asked what the mud was I explained that it was our "organic brick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bread&lt;/strong&gt;-manna from Heaven. We figured that bread was the closest thing to manna. The bread and apple was provided by Edna Johnson. When Brenden saw that we had an apple from his grandparent's place he told Amy "Give me back my grandpa's apple!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair brushed out of my head&lt;/strong&gt;-Samson's hair (not shown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now for some unknown reason Taylor's group put a dolls head on their "Moses's rod". Amy said that it's just like Lord of the Flies and said "Yes just like Lord of the Fries" even though i meant to say "Flies". So we both started laughing at and I dubbed Taylor Lord of the Fries. He seemed to like that. Dude, i totally love Taylor's shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Before we presented our "scavenger hunt" to everyone, we had to find the Biblical verse to prove that it was the right item. So this is Kimberly helping out Jessamy, Nadine, and Elise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF0663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So this is Nathan, Amy and me. I think it's a cool pic of Nathan and Amy and it looks like i'm pondering painful constipation. And if you look closely you can see Taylor's "Lord of the Fries" staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a close up of Taylor's "Lord of the Fries" staff. Creep isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/DSCF0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/DSCF0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me and Carmen. Not really the best picture of either of us, but i suppose this will do for now. After our little devo for the night, we also played "4 on a couch" but by 10:00 everyone was kinda getting annoyed, but it was still fun, even though no one really won the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow that took me a while to post. But then again I'm also talking on MSN so that might explain it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114387691833423341?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114387691833423341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114387691833423341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114387691833423341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114387691833423341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/youth-group-scavenger-hunt.html' title='Youth Group Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114352343582792842</id><published>2006-03-27T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:23:55.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming LIVE To A Theater Near You!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ok so my #3 obsession is coming to a city relatively near me. Now before i go on I must tell you that my #1 obsession is VeggieTales and #2 is Darth Vader (and relatively anything Star Wars) and #3 is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ch1.ciao.jp/blog/archives/opera8000001-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright so i was casually talking to one of my old roomates and i noticed that part of her msn name was "Phantom is coming to Winnipeg". So instantly after i saw the words "Phantom is coming..." I started freaking out and Googling it just to see when the show was coming to Manitoba. Then i find out that it's coming to Calgary in July!! Whoah! Again with the freaking out!! I was talking to my friend Amy (also on MSN) and she's a big musical fan too (she was recently in a small town production of "The King and I") and so she was freaking out too. I called a friend of mine in Red Deer cause i was sure that he'd love to hear my excitement over this and when i told him the dates of the show in Alberta he was taking notes. Now me being an obsesse of the show i wanted to go very very badly and I think Scott caught on to that cause he said that he'd see what he could do. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! I seriously should have timed my "freak out session" which lasted from hearing "Phantom is coming..." to when i e-mailed my fellow obsessees in Saskatoon. Now that i think about it I think the whole process lasted about half hour. And it included screaming, jumping, breathless talking, and yes, even some crying. And i was showing Amy my Phantom mask on webcam and was telling her all about my Phantom merchandise. Curious? Well I have piano music, 2 copies of the soundtrack (musical and movie, and i have the movie one pretty much memorized), and a Phantom mask. Ok I know that that really doesn't sound like alot, but still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess this whole obsession started in July of 2004 when me and by friend Trent were driving from Saskatoon to Stoney and we listened to the whole soundtrack. He already saw it in London and since i wasn't driving i was following along with the lyrics and Trent would pause the CD accordingly to tell me what went on on stage during that part when he saw it in London. And trying to invision what Trent was telling with what i was hearing, i was amazed. Then when we got to camp a few of our friends started getting curious about it too so they hopped on the band-wagon. Then just before i headed off to New Zealand, Trent, me, Krystin and Nicole heard that the movie was coming to S'toon. So what do we do? We dress up all fancy like and headed off the movies! Observe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/400/DSCF0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on my way to NZ i had a stop over in LA and of course there was music stores in the LA airport and my eye instantly sought out the POTO soundtrack (movie version). And since i considered it my LA "splurge" i bought it. And since I had it at school and a mini poster that I printed out and took overseas with me, everyone at school pretty much knew i was a Phantom fan. I even captured my friend Mark playing the Phantom's theme on keyboard on my digicam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So since this whole fiasco started of my goals has been to see POTO live. And this year, i just might get my wish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114352343582792842?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114352343582792842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114352343582792842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114352343582792842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114352343582792842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/coming-live-to-theater-near-you.html' title='Coming LIVE To A Theater Near You!!'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114313243128631243</id><published>2006-03-23T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:47:11.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You're Smart...</title><content type='html'>Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out just how clever you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? GO!!! (Scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question:&lt;br /&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up in the next question.&lt;br /&gt;To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Question:&lt;br /&gt;If you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, than you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very good at this! Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question:&lt;br /&gt;Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000 Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;br /&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Nunu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Of course not, her name is Mary. Read the question again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask, so simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114313243128631243?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114313243128631243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114313243128631243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114313243128631243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114313243128631243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-you-think-youre-smart.html' title='So You Think You&apos;re Smart...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114267360822212200</id><published>2006-03-18T02:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:20:08.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Late News (3:20 am Type Late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Oh blog! how you comfort me late at night when my dreams can't. You know how sometimes you can lie on your bed and "nap" before actually getting ready for bed, and when you actually are ready for bed you can' sleep? Does anyone know what i'm talking about? After this update i might go and read for a bit if this blog doesn't remedy my temporary insomnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And why is "Pump It" playing now? Silly random function on Media Player. This was supposed to be my wake up song. meh, i guess i can reset it when i'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i was a model today. No nothing fancy with a catwalk and paparazzi hounding me down and capturing my ever move. No this was for a Ladies Retreat at my church. I basically got to wear my friend's mom's Value Village fashions. I feel inspired to shop there more often. Plus i got to enjoy my church's "potluck" type meal. Man those are good. I wish i could cook... plus i got to spend a little bit of time conversing with women. Godly women, that is. Godly women who i look up to and want to be like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh and something exciting happened just before my modelling career started. So when i got into church i immediately saw this year's brochure's for Stoney Lake Bible Camp which is where i used to go as a camper and where i used to work too. So i was scanning the various pictures trying to recognize people i knew. Then i see this picture of a group of people by the dishwasher we have. I recognized my kitchen help girls and one of my chore boys...then i saw me! I was on the brochure! I feel honored! Seriously! Whenever i see someone that i know on the brochure i'm happy for them. I remember that one year my friend Ben was on the brochure and i was so stoked for him...and now it's my turn to be stoked...but for me!! yay!! I feel like a celebrity, well as much of a celebrity as you can get in the Stoney Lake Bible Camp circle. Usually pictures from the previous year on the brochure, so you would have expected pics from 2005 on the brochure and since i was still in NZ i obviously wasn't at camp last year. I'm sure this luxury of being on the brochure will fade within a week or so. But still...I don't see pictures of YOU on the brochure! So i win :) Ironically I didn't even apply to Stoney for this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I"m still not sleepy yet, maybe "Pride and Prejustice" will help me sleep. I remember watching the old school movie @ school on our Girl's Night Out and me and Elise kept making comments on Mr.Darcy. I love that man. I want a Mr.Darcy *sigh*. He's just one of those guys that you hate at first cause he seems stuck up but in essence he's shy and doesn't know what to do about it.  Then he frustrates you cause he's trying to do the right thing and at the moment you dont' get what he's doing and you hate him for it. But once he explains things it all make sense, you love him because you realize that he's got your best interests at heart and he wants to take care of you and make sure you're ok. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114267360822212200?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114267360822212200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114267360822212200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114267360822212200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114267360822212200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/late-news-320-am-type-late.html' title='The Late News (3:20 am Type Late)'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114253207443560832</id><published>2006-03-16T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:01:14.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain is Like Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thomas Kincaid picture &amp; commentary by his daughter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope the rain shows in the picture! It's awesome if it does! The message is awesome, too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suddenly, my daughter spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm thinking of something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What are you thinking?" I asked. "The rain," she began, "is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. "That's really good, Aspen." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked.. "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?" Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer: "We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to see the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;, you must first endure the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/320/Sin%20is%20like%20Rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114253207443560832?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114253207443560832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114253207443560832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114253207443560832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114253207443560832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/rain-is-like-sin.html' title='The Rain is Like Sin'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114249825186292881</id><published>2006-03-16T02:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T02:44:40.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Growing Up</title><content type='html'>It's actually not as bad i thought. I mean the journey to "adulthood" hasn't been easy (I"m still working on it). Ask me sometime, and i can tell you, and you may never want to stop learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen drastic changes in my friends. Some changes good...others, not so good. Of course i can say nothing to change them, they have to learn for themselves as i did. And if i had an internal mirror I could show you where I've changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized now that emotions are stupid little yappy dogs that you need to yank the leash on and yell "Shut up!" They lie. And if you let them control you they can take you to places that you never thought imaginable, and that's in the worst sense possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that Truth doesn't fail. It's Truth and you can't change it, it may only change in your mind, but that's because you're emotions are barking at you. Control those montrous creatures! Truth doesn't change, it's been the same since the beginning of time and if God would have wanted it to change, He would have changed it, but He hasn't changed and you can't mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for love...my "yes"'s got me into alot of trouble. And my "no"'s kept me safe. Recently I said a big "no". It was a good thing, even though i keep apologizing for it. I KNOW it was a good thing. I've learnt that my "yes"'s should be based on thoughtful prayer, wise advice, and based on my experience in certain situations. Patience is on my side in this. Decisions in love should never be based on yippy little emotions that bark so loudly that i can't even breathe. Why can't they be nice quiet fish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are made to be learnt from. But dont' go purposefully doing stupid things, cause if you do you will be forever paying for it. Your mistakes help shape who you are, and you can't change that. Without your mistakes you wouldn't be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not all grown up yet...are you kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;I will always be the 11 year old who fell in love with VeggieTales and hasn't given up since.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be the 12 year old who giggles at the thought of NSYNC.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be the loud 14 year old that everyone wants to shup up but then they'd be bored with the silence.&lt;br /&gt;I"ll still be the 16 year old who can blast unpopular music from her car.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the 18 year old that can eat eel and pigeon and still survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still me...but better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114249825186292881?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114249825186292881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114249825186292881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114249825186292881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114249825186292881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-im-growing-up.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Growing Up'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114162176725628758</id><published>2006-03-05T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:24:51.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar Goes To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kodak.com/US/images/en/corp/kodakHistory/academyAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.kodak.com/US/images/en/corp/kodakHistory/academyAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You've to be nuts to think that I wouldn't post my thought on the 78th Academy Awards.&lt;br /&gt;So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many memorable moments to this year's show. 1st of all the big shock of the night being the winner for Best Original Song-3 6 Mafia's song "It's Hard Out Here For a Pimp". It was a nice change from the typical softer tone of music that comes from Oscar winning songs. I actually didn't get to hear the whole song. I was channel flipping to avoid having dad hear the word "pimp". Don't ask why, i just did that. But i did get to hear the basic jist of the song. Ironically one of the artists from Three Six Mafia  thanked Jesus. Now that was the only person that thanked Him. The only one. The runner up for thanking God was Best Actress Reese Witherspoon when she said she was "blessed". That's it. That kinda tells you a little something about Hollywood these days...of course you as movie goers probably saw that coming a mile away. I thought I'd just like to point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was excited to hear that Reese Witherspoon won the award for Best Actress. Now i can't say that i've seen "Walk the Line", because i haven't yet, but the most recent movie of her's that I've seen is "Sweet Home Alabama" and i enjoyed her work in that. Now i dont' think that has anything to do with her current win, but I suppose that's ok too. I was actually shocked to hear that Reese Witherspoon's and Ryan Phillipe's daughter (Eva) is 6 years old. Dude, i totally remember seeing pictures of Reese in her pregnancy stages in a Seventeen magazine...but apparently that was over 6 years ago. Man i"m getting old fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another memorable moment was when Jennifer Garner almost slipped on stage. That definately had the potential to be humourous however she pulled it off very gracefully. Good for you Jennifer. Speaking of Jennifer...did anyone notice that Brad Pitt wasn't at the Awards? Well he could have been but he just wasn't acknowledged. I thought that was an interesting fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note the amount of accents in the Kodak theatre was great. I think there was eveything from South African, to Australian, to British, to Irish to (of course a fav of mine) New Zealand. I love accents..."I don't know how to quit you"! (just to steal a quote from "Brokeback Mountain") Oh and it was nice that Peter Jackson didn't walk off with a wheelbarrow full of Oscars like he did with "Lord of the Rings". Refreshing change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Best Picture this year's winner was &lt;a href="http://www.crashfilm.com"&gt;Crash&lt;/a&gt; . Now i don't know alot abou this film because my only experience with it was when the cast was on Oprah. All i know is that it's a film that makes you think about tolerence and racial issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. "Good Night and Good Luck" !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114162176725628758?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114162176725628758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114162176725628758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114162176725628758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114162176725628758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar Goes To...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114153272744868798</id><published>2006-03-04T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:23:00.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Almost Got Us Killed, Are you Brainless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so over the past week I have rekindled my love for Darth Vader by watching the 1st 3 Star Wars movies. And in keeping with the "online quiz" theme that I've been having on my blog for the past little while, I thought it would be appropraite to see what Star Wars character I am. Personally i was hoping for Princess Leia and marry Han Solo. Actually now that I think about it, a guy like Han would be great cause he'd be fun to fight with and he's got just enough "bad guy" in him to make him interesting. Alas, I'm not the Princess...turns out I'm Qui-Gon Jinn. Huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images//Card_Qui-Gon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114153272744868798?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114153272744868798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114153272744868798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114153272744868798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114153272744868798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-almost-got-us-killed-are-you.html' title='You Almost Got Us Killed, Are you Brainless?'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114134733367149311</id><published>2006-03-02T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:55:33.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently in Earlene's Life...</title><content type='html'>1.What time is it? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6:28pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.What is your full name? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Earlene May Cullamar Ulrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who picked out your name? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What are you thinking about right now? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Count it on joy, all that you're going through. even when you're feeling down...." &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Count It On Joy&lt;/span&gt; byBebe and CeCe Winans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.How old are you? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.How tall are you? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5'6 ish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What size are your shoes? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9-9 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What color are your eyes? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you always get complimented on? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite:&lt;br /&gt;10.color?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; green or pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11.animal? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.person to talk to? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;depending on what it is, either dad or Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.tv show? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CSI (vegas), Oprah, O.C. and Whose Line is it Anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.car? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lime green VW Bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.hobby? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;decorating different containers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.song?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; "Since You've Been Gone" comes to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.band? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;whoever works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.drink? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coffee...caramel macchiato from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19.food? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cheesecake and pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.clothing brand? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Le Chateau or Old Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.day of the year? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;May 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.board game? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cranium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Who is the prettiest person you know? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kalli or Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.''hottest? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.''funniest? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.''mysterious?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.''nicest? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jen (Detox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Who was your first crush? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brett Huebner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you like someone? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ya....maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do they like you? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;does the whole "we're just friends" thing count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Do you have a gf/bf? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32.If so, who is she/he? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33.Do you want to marry him/her? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.How would you describe your relationship? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Have you ever been in love? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.What do you look for in a girl/guy? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;someone to take care of me and who likes me for who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Explain your dream date- &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;spending time with that person...picnic, beach, car ride, mini golf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Are your parents still together? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39.Do you want kids? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40.What are your favorite kids names? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my daughter's middle name HAS to be Rose (after my grandma) other than that...don really matter. Oh! Good strong names for my boys (ex. Peter, David...Biblical names are good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.When did you last go to a school dance? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gr.8 back in Spalding School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.What is the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Who is the last person you talked to? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Do you tell your parents or friends more? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;depending on what i have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Who is the last person you were thinking of? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46.Whats the longest time you've kept a secret for? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;years i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Have you ever liked a cousin? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Have you ever seriously hurt someone? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;maybe a little emotionally, but not physically (that person is ok now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Have you ever cheated on a test? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Have you ever liked someone so much u cried? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Have you ever had a dream about the person you like?  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52.Have you ever kissed someone? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;53.Have you ever wanted to kiss someone? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Have you ever fallen asleep in class? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;close but no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.What kind of cologne are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Night Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.What is your best memory? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;one word...CAPERNWRAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.What is the scariest thing you've ever done? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;skydived... or would it be skydove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;58.What are you most scared of? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;being rejected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Have you ever been badly injured? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60.Whats the first thing you notice about a girl? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Whats your most embarassing moment? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was actually just thinking about this. K, like back in Gr.7 i called a guy just to tell  him that i had a crush on him. However the next day at school everyone knew and things have been weird between us ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Who do you admire the most? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cat or Vanessa or Nikki or Jen (I'm seeing a roommate trend here..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.What movie do you really want to see? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Benchwarmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.What's the last movie you saw? Star Wars: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Empire Strikes Back. I still have to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.Do you have a job?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.If so, what is it? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67.Goals in life? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;buy a wool coat, you know. One of those nice black ones that people have...well that's my goal for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.What's in your pocket? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no pocket today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.What's in your wallet?  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;money, club cards, sticker pictures and business cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.Whats your locker combination? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;71.What's your deepest secret? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Like I'm gonna tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.long hair or short hair? i&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; miss my long hair! It's like chin length now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.Vanilla or Chocolate? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73.fair or tanned? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Relationship or one night stand?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.up or down? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;76.striped or spotted? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;striped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;77.funny or serious? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;78.smart or athletic? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;79.summer or winter? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i like having both as very distinct seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;80.What time is it now?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; 6:54pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114134733367149311?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114134733367149311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114134733367149311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114134733367149311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114134733367149311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/03/currently-in-earlenes-life.html' title='Currently in Earlene&apos;s Life...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114101852541232273</id><published>2006-02-26T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:35:25.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced Global Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114101852541232273?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114101852541232273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114101852541232273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114101852541232273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114101852541232273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title='Advanced Global Personality Test'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114091357756503699</id><published>2006-02-25T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:26:17.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So and So</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So and So&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 21 Snobiness, 42 Nerdiness, 21 Loserishness, and 14 Weirdness! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are So and So! You're a bit of a nerd, but you like it that way. You made up an imaginary boyfriend to make you feel more popular. You wish you were cooler, so you hang out with Cheerleader. If you ditch your loser friends, you might actually go somewhere in life. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/178/626/17862766049708138009/mt1114904793.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="66" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="84" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;44%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Snobiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="140" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="10" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;93%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Nerdiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="36" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="114" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;24%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Loserishness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="120" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;20%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Weirdness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9799938807024326736"&gt;The Teen Girl Squad Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=17862766049708138009"&gt;newbluechampion&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114091357756503699?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114067241549342738</id><published>2006-02-22T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:26:55.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Colors, Superheros, Courses, and Brain Patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blog Should Be Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/yellow.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.&lt;br /&gt;You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What color should your blog be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#31e4ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94f1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is: The Lieutenant Panther&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is: Electrocution&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is: Men&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is: Your Magic Cannon&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is: Skateboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/6.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a simple thinker, and this is actually a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You don't complicate matters when you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;You look for the simplest explanation or solution, and you go with that.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, your mind is uncluttered and free of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&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/9092525-114067241549342738?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114067241549342738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114067241549342738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114067241549342738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114067241549342738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-colors-superheros-courses-and.html' title='Coffee, Colors, Superheros, Courses, and Brain Patterns'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114063428450206387</id><published>2006-02-22T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:51:24.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Letter Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have you ever wondered "Where's that phrase in the Bible?" or "Where can i find info about my situation in the Bible?" Well this site has that and more! I"m fairly new at this website too, but play around with it and see what you can learn from the Bible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/index.html"&gt;Blue Letter Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114063428450206387?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114063428450206387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114063428450206387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114063428450206387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114063428450206387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/blue-letter-bible.html' title='Blue Letter Bible'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114053850710249865</id><published>2006-02-21T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:15:07.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo From God</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEMO FROM GOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: YOU&lt;br /&gt;Date: TODAY&lt;br /&gt;From: THE BIG BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Subject:  YOU&lt;br /&gt;Reference: LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am GOD. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do NOT need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for GOD to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in MY time, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it.  Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unreachable privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you grieve the passing of another weekend;  Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you notice a new grey hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking, "What is my purpose?" Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance and vicious words due to smallness and self-insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank you, you may have touched their life in ways you will never know.&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/9092525-114053850710249865?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114053850710249865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114053850710249865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114053850710249865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114053850710249865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/memo-from-god.html' title='Memo From God'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114046943327890035</id><published>2006-02-20T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:04:42.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;In my "surfing the web" today, i came across this cool site. I think I'd like to make the marble magnets one day, but I wouldn't know where to get supplies in S'toon. I'm sure if looked i'd find them...somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notmartha.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;www.notmartha.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114046943327890035?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114046943327890035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114046943327890035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114046943327890035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114046943327890035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-martha.html' title='Not Martha'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-114045883655456798</id><published>2006-02-20T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:09:46.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes I know i haven't posted alot lately....so to make for that I'm going to post some fun random quizzes. Why? Because i can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Japanese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/japanese.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're cutting edge, and you are ready to delve into wacky Japanese culture.From Engrish to eating contests, you're born to be a crazy gaijin. Saiko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Language Should You Learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Animal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/animal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.But you sure can beat a good drum."Kill! Kill!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;a&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Muppet Personality Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In High School?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK well I"m noticing a trend of red colored pictures. Totally unplanned. Ok well I'm out 4 lunch. i"ll catch you cats later! bye 4 now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-114045883655456798?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/114045883655456798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=114045883655456798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114045883655456798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/114045883655456798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113917367819389539</id><published>2006-02-05T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:07:58.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Got Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ok so if you've checked out the link on the previous blog, you would have noted that this guy's got some pretty clever lyrics. Well now here's your chance to view them on your own! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Baby Got Book"Lyrics by Dan Smith; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Copyright 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh my goodness, Becky, look at her Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is so bigShe looks like one of those preacher guys girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But...you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Who understands those preacher boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They only talk to her because she looks like Mother Teresa, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I mean her Bible...it's just so bigI can't believe it's so huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Uggh! It gross!Look, she's just so...righteous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I like big Bibles and I can not lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You Christian brothers can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That when a girl walks in with a KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And a book mark in ProverbsYou get stoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Got her name engraved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So you know that girl is saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It looks like one of those large ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With plenty o' space in the margins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh baby, I wanna read witcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cause your Bible's got pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My minister tried to console me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But that Book you got makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;("M-m-me so holy")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ooh, momma-mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You say you want koinonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, bless me, bless me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And teach me about John Wesley&lt;br /&gt;I saw her praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;While I was DJing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She got grace...pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She ain't goin' down to the bad place&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of heathen guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sayin' they like pocket-size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ask the average Christian to take a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She's gotta pack much Book&lt;br /&gt;So...Fellas (Yeah), fellas (Yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Has your girlfriend got the Book (Oh yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, read it (Read it!), read it (Read it!), read that Holy Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby got Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(NIV with a ribbon bookmark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby got Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(NIV with a ribbon bookmark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I like 'em leather and bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's 50 poundsI just can't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How it is, some weenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wants the Bible on CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She wanna get you saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amen! Double up! A-men!&lt;br /&gt;I ain't talkin' about a paraphrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cuz Paul wouldn't use those anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;like 'em real thick and red-lettered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You can't find nothin' better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Southpaw's in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bibles that big are unheard of&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sittin' here thinkin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What if...I find me a girl that shows midriff?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You can have those bimbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll keep those chick that do devos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A word to the Christian sistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't resist ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll do God's time witcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Til the break of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby, got it goin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like the wife in Pro-verbs 31&lt;br /&gt;We just might get engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When we finish reading this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cuz it's worn and it's torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I know this girl's reborn&lt;br /&gt;So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you wanna save people from Hades (yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then read it...'til the pages fall out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Even white preachers got to shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby got Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Thompson Chain with big red letters)Baby got Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When it comes to a good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stephen King's resume just can't compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;39 + 27 = 66 books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And if you're Catholic...there's even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So your girlfriend quotes Bill Hybels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But does she got a big Bible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cuz that little things she's got won't start a revival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Bible study don't want none,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unless you got Book, Hon&lt;br /&gt;...You can read Clancy or Grisham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But please don't loose this Book&lt;br /&gt;Some brothers wanna play that hard hard role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And tell you that Book's too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So they toss it and burn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I pull up quick to just learn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So your girl likes paperback? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well I ain't down with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cuz my girlfriend's hot her Bible's rockin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And she's got good doctrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To the atheist chicks who try to dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You ain't it Miss Priss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Give me a Christian, I'm insistin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I'll greet her with some holy kissin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some pervert tried to chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But he didn't make it past first base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She's quick to resist temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And she loves a new translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So ladies who were lost and found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you want the triple-six thrown down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dial 1-800-reads-a-lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And teach me about those Psalms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby got Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(NIV with a ribbon bookmark) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby got Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Thompson Chain with big red letters) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bible college knowledge but she still got Book (4 Xs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113917367819389539?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113917367819389539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113917367819389539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113917367819389539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113917367819389539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/baby-got-book.html' title='Baby Got Book'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113911787931310531</id><published>2006-02-04T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:50:33.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Big Bibles and I Can Not Lie, You Christian Brothers Can't Deny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;NIV with a ribbon bookmark! Ok now for all of you out there that know Sir Mix Alot's hit song "Baby Got Back" you know that it's kind of demeaning and almost sexist, but you love the beat and bounce of the song. What's the alternative? Well just click on down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/video/just_plain_stupid/stupid_rap/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby Got Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; ! Now this is type of guy that I like! Someone who has the talent to rap, the cheesy cornyiness that makes it funny but non-fat, and of course the dude talks about the best book ever!! So check it out and have a good laugh. I know i did ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113911787931310531?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113911787931310531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113911787931310531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113911787931310531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113911787931310531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-like-big-bibles-and-i-can-not-lie.html' title='I like Big Bibles and I Can Not Lie, You Christian Brothers Can&apos;t Deny'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113891492048840215</id><published>2006-02-02T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:15:20.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Views on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Groundhog Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well I just got a cute forward from my dear friend Shane. And since it's February it's the month of "Valentine's Day" i thought this would be an appropiate way to start of the month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 - 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca- age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."Terri - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."Danny - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"Emily - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; --------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"Nikka - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and then he wears it everyday."Noelle - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." Cindy - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."Elaine-age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt."Chris - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."Mary Ann - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) Karen - age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113891492048840215?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113891492048840215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113891492048840215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113891492048840215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113891492048840215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/childrens-views-on-love.html' title='Children&apos;s Views on Love'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113885742035048403</id><published>2006-02-01T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:33:19.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 139:17-18a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/Earlene%20@%20Kawhia%20shrunk%20down.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/400/Earlene%20%40%20Kawhia%20shrunk%20down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5652/647/1600/Earlene%20@%20Kawhia%20shrunk%20down.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hey! As most of you know, I can be a little bit camera happy and I think New Zealand actually proved that. It's just when you're with awesome people like that you want to capture every moment so you and look back and remember "those were good times". This particular pic was taken at Kawhia (pronounced KaFia, Moari's pronouce wh's as "f's"...that's just how it goes). It's probably one of my faves cause not only is it a sweet as picture, but reminds me of one of my favorite verses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"How precious to me are your thoughts, Oh God! How vast is the sum of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand..."&lt;/strong&gt; Psalm 139:17-18a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Next time you see a whole lot of sand....think about that. I mean REALLY think about that verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113885742035048403?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113885742035048403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113885742035048403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113885742035048403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113885742035048403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/psalm-13917-18a.html' title='Psalm 139:17-18a'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113884759377956460</id><published>2006-02-01T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:33:14.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Apparently I've been tagged by my friend Becky in Edmonton. so here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 names you go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Ernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 parts of your heritage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2 things that scare you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1. spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2. awkward silences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 of your everyday essentials: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. a toilet, you have to go somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 things you are wearing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.a pink and white shirt with sequence along the neckline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 things you want in a relationship (other than real love):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. someone who will take care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. someone who will really listen to what i have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 truths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Jesus loves you, no matter what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. some poeple out there are just too self absorbed to realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 physical things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. since being in a different country, I'm a fan of the accents, i really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. cute smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2 of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1. reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2. writing in my journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 things you want really badly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 places you want to go on vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Isreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 things you want to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. talk to one person seriously about Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 ways that you are stereotypically a chick: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. i only know cars by color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. big chick flick fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 things you are thinking about now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. i need to mail in the request for my transcript&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. I don't know the words to this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2 stores you shop at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1. Old Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2. Le Chateau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113884759377956460?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113884759377956460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113884759377956460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113884759377956460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113884759377956460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/02/youve-been-tagged.html' title='You&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113816842071288364</id><published>2006-01-24T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:26:32.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Think There's Not Alot Going On, Look Closer, Baby, You're So Wrong..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Being from Saskatchewan, I've become a huge fan of Corner Gas. It's pretty much the No.1 Comedy series in Canada, don' question it...it's science ;) But yes. It's been like a "father/daughter bonding time" when me and dad watch the show. And since I got the 2nd Season on DVD and me and dad have been watching it almost all night, it's been on my mind. So since it's been on my mind, I thought I'd find out by a little "quizzie-poo" which character from Corner Gas I can "relate" to the most. Surprisingly, here's the results:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="brent" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Remo2000/1111867718_CWINDOWSDesktopbrent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The owner and proprietor of Corner Gas, Brent Leroy&lt;br /&gt;is a laid back entrepreneur with a quick wit&lt;br /&gt;and an unsubsiding hunger for chilidogs.&lt;br /&gt;Brents calm nature and lighthearted demeanour&lt;br /&gt;make it easy for him to deal with all the&lt;br /&gt;characters and personalities inhabiting Dog&lt;br /&gt;River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/Remo2000/quizzes/Which%20Corner%20Gas%20character%20are%20you%20most%20like?/"&gt;Which Corner Gas character are you most like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113816842071288364?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113816842071288364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113816842071288364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113816842071288364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113816842071288364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-think-theres-not-alot-going-on.html' title='&quot;You Think There&apos;s Not Alot Going On, Look Closer, Baby, You&apos;re So Wrong...&quot;'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113760918918363321</id><published>2006-01-18T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:33:09.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alberta Trip and Contemplations about Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hey!! I'm really sorry that I haven't blogged in like an age and a half! I've been having heaps of things going through my mind and plus I've been visiting  some friends in Alberta [Ben &amp; Renay I'm sorry I can't make it to Red Deer :( ]. Which has been great because I've mostly been visiting friends from Capernwray which is great because I've been able to catch up with them face to face rather than e-mailing them and waiting for them to reply, then having them wait for my to reply. You know how it goes ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One thing that's been going through my mind is "what am I going to do now? Job? School? Where to live?What to take in school if i did go? Which Uni should i go to?" Well I thought I might get some insight/inspiration on my 2 week trip to Alberta and i did get some ideas. My cousin Happy suggested that i look into journalism. Why's that? Well you're reading the reason why right now. She said that the blog is really entertaining and that I"m a good writer. What do you guys think? Like i haven't gotten a chance to really pray about this either and I guess it's all up to God to decide what I should do, but I also wouldn't mind hearing you're guys's advice too.  I mean i really do enjoy just spilling out my thoughts and opinions and i think it would be a bonus if i could get paid to do that too. I did want to be a teacher but then i realized that I don't think i'm patient enough for that. I'd most likely end up loosing my temper very quickly and someone would get hurt, including me. So that can't be good. However i do love working with people, but i need my own "personal working space". Ok, I'm really gonna have to look into this journalism thing. I remember taking Journalism in Gr.11 and i think i got about a 90% in that class. Maybe that's a sign. Who knows?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now as for where I'd take it? Well my options can be U of S (Saskatoon) or possibly U of C (Calgary). Why Calgary? Well like 5 of my friends from school are here and it'd be nice to have a support system of Capernwray people. However i already know of a house i can rent in Saskatoon...but it's too close to home. Now that I've been out of Canada for a year, i liked being away from home. And yes, Calgary is a VERY big city for a small town Sask girl like me, but I've got one of my good friends, my cousin &amp; her husband, and my Capers friends here so there are options as to where to get help if I'm ever lost in this giant maze of streets and overpasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wait, i know some of you are asking "But what about New Zealand and your internship there?" Well my pastor down there e-mailed me saying that the school year hasn't started down there yet (remember it's still summer down there) so it's hard to tell @ this stage whether or not they will need me. I'm still feeling frustrated about that whole "we don't know when/if we need you" thing.  And i also looked into the option of working @ Capernwray Australia, but I haven't heard anything from them yet.  Again, we'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So what have i been up to since come to Alberta? Well my trip has included events like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-helping Jen at her work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-shopping at Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-going out for cheap chicken wings &amp; Bubbletea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-watching "Spiderman" &amp;amp; "the SpongeBob movie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-watching TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-shopping @ Market Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-walking down Kensington RD and shopping there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-went out for to a Greek restuarant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-went to IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-my cousin permed my hair (which is wavy now) and i dyed her hair black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-went to my cousin's Family Group from her church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-had brunch @ a Capers* friend's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-went bowling with Capers friends and I think i got 107 and a 90something as my scores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-had a Capers reunion which consisted of BBQ'd burgers, awesome cake for dessert and we played a crazy game of  Cranuim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were really really tired and somehow us girls justified a natural disaster wiping out the Rockies so that everyone would come live in Sask because our ground is SO dry that it would absorb any kind of tidal wave that came over the Rockies and everone from Alberta would come live in Sask just to survive. Ok that probably doesn't make ANY sense, but you had to have been there to really get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and us girls also came up with a band possibility and our band would be called "Bob's Your Uncle"...don't ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-went to church and went out for eggs Benedict (Nikki got the Fruit Fiesta, which was just fruit...no fiesta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-watched "Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-walked around the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-me and Nikki went to Chinook mall and there was this big crowd of people there and a music store, turns out that Bryan Adams was there! I even got a picture of him, well ok it's more of the back of his head...but it's still him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-tried on dresses and i got a black one for less than $25! I'm SO excited to wear it around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-went out for cheescake and cocktails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-watched "Sweet Home Alabama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-walked around the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-watched "Pretty in Pink" (I really want a Duckie!!!!! watch the movie, you'll see what i mean) and "Finding Neverland"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and of course this all included watching Capers class DVD's and various Capers home videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The next leg of my trip includes a stop in Edmonton and possibly one in Three Hills then back to Calgary for a couple of days until my plane leaves for the flattest province in Canada *sigh*...gotta love Sask! Anyway I'm out. I'll see you folks later on! And please drop me a line of advice as to what I should do about my near future. I'd love to hear your suggestions. Bye 4 now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*by Capers, i mean Capernwray Bible School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113760918918363321?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113760918918363321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113760918918363321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113760918918363321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113760918918363321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/01/alberta-trip-and-contemplations-about.html' title='Alberta Trip and Contemplations about Future'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113627187697334791</id><published>2006-01-03T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:16:17.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy 2006 my online fans!! How were your celebrations? I'd love to hear about it all! Well my mom got this from a friend of hers and she was all excited about it cause she thought it was just adorable. so have fun with it! Click on the link @ the bottom to see the Cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Go to this site (link below) to see something awesome! I have no clue how they got this to work. There are some great code writers out there! If you tease her with the mouse pointer on her chest or stomach she will purr, I got her to meow also, by rubbing her forehead with the pointer. If you make a slow circle around her body, (counter-clockwise) not only will her head/eyes follow your pointer, but toward the top, her paw will go up, and ! when in front of her paws at the bottom, her foot comes out like she wants to play with your mouse pointer. (Don't hold the mouse down, just move it)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.broenink-art.nl/maukie2.swf"&gt;http://www.broenink-art.nl/maukie2.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113627187697334791?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113627187697334791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113627187697334791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113627187697334791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113627187697334791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2006/01/cute-cat.html' title='Cute Cat'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113540554572152810</id><published>2005-12-24T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:25:45.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Into the Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hello friends! As you all know I've been in New Zealand this past year, and as you well know, NZ's weather patterns are opposite ours. So when it's December it's like our summer weather here in Sask; hot but with more humidity than Sask. Anyway as you have read in my blog, i was involved in a choir down in NZ and we sang Christmas songs. now Christmas songs are awesome to sing and all, don't get me wrong, but it's just weird to sings Christmas songs while you're outside in a tank top and capri's.....it's just weird. So the Christmas "spirit" hasn't really hit me until recently (today actually) when i decided to copy all my Christmas tunes to my Lappy and make a Christmas play list. Now that I'm listening to it, I think the "holiday spirit" has started to hit me. Is that a good thing? Well it's Christmas Eve and I have one piece of advice for you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you find a jolly old guy in your house with a sackfull of stuff on Christmas Eve, ask to see some I.D., you can never be too careful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113540554572152810?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113540554572152810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113540554572152810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113540554572152810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113540554572152810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/12/getting-into-christmas-spirit.html' title='Getting Into the Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113523624973077317</id><published>2005-12-22T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:24:09.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Visions of Spencer Danced Through My Head (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Whoah dawg!! I haven't blogged in ages! Sorry for the delay. Many things have been happening to me. Currently I"m listening to "Since you've been gone" and because of Spencer, that song will be forever known to me as Spencer's song. It's like the image of Spence dancing to it is burned onto my retinas and every time that song comes up i picture Spence. I guess you had to have been @ Capers this past semester to really get what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;As for how i feel about being home, well that' s a whole other topic of discussion.Yes, it's true I'm back in Canadia....and yes you did see and "i" there. I've been with really awesome Americans this past year and as much as i hated hearing "Canadia" in New Zealand, it kinda stuck and it makes people here do a double take when you say it. Um, my 1st night was spent in S'toon, which really wasn't my 1st choice because i just wanted to be on the farm but my plane got in @ like 2:00am from Calgary so i totally understand dad not wanting to drive that early in the morning.  oh and i was kinda saddened that dad wasn't the 1st person i got to hug when i got home, it was mom. Mainly i hugged her first because she was the first one up in the crowd taking pictures of me getting of the plane. But don't worry, Dad did get his hug :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This past week or so has been just unpacking my NZ things and the other day me and dad headed to S'toon and we took out some of my things from my house there and hauled them to the farm. And now I"m organizing all my NZ stuff, S'toon stuff, and farm stuff and sorting through it and chucking the stuff I don' need anymore. I think i have too much stuff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh and I also got a laptop (which I'm using @ the moment). I got it pretty much the day after i got back. Mom and dad both knew that i needed a laptop so they got me this one for Christmas. I don't think i need anything else. I mean like i said before, i think i have too much stuff. But ther's one issue that I have with my laptop....he doesn't have a name. Any suggestions? for the past few days I've just been pulling a Strong Bad and calling it "Lappy" but someone i don' think that that name does it justice. Why a "he"? Maybe it's beacuse i like to push guys's buttons, well that's if i know how. But like a said before...any suggestions for a name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was just thinking about my 2 best friends that i met my last semester. The stupid thing is that both of them live on opposing sides of the world as me; one's from Europe and the other's from Australia. I miss them the most out of everyone. Maybe it's cause both of them know about my frustrations from everything from my ex-boyfriend to choir to assignments to just me being emotional. Man i miss them :( I can't wait to see them again..well that's if i go back to New Zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;yes you read that right "if i go back to New Zealand". Now i'm referring to my internship. Three days before i was scheduled to leave i had a meeting with my pastor down there. The jist of the meeting was that the couple that i'm would be working with isn't sure when/if they need me anymore. So from my end all i can say is that I don't know if/when i'm going back to New Zealand, which is royally frustrating on my end becaus i have to get student visas, tickets, possibly move all my stuff out of S'toon, plus there's other various things that have to be done if i leave Canada for another extended period of time. I really want the internship, i mean i loved being away from home, i miss my kids down there, plus a couple of my closest friends will still be in New Zealand (well that's depending on when i go down there again myself). So yes you all can definately pray about this thing and that God will let me know where i need to be and when i need to be in that particular place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If any Capernwray people from this past semester (Spring 2005) are reading this, I'm sorry i won't be able to e-mail you until i get my Mahara (school address book, for all you non-Capers readers), so if you want to keep in contact until them please please e-mail me @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:frizzy_2003@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frizzy_2003@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; If you do e-mail me here, don't be surprised if it takes me about a week to write you back because I've got some catching up to do on other e-mails and i usually go in order or when i got the e-mail. but yes, please e-mail me if you're a Capers student because i miss you all heaps!! Don't question it, it's science!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Um, i guess that's all i have to say for now. Oh! And you're feeling really creative not only can ou conjure up a name for my Lappy, but you can also find a name suitable to a teal colored Nalgene bottle, i figure...why not! :) Alright I'm out like a fat kid in dodgeball! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113523624973077317?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113523624973077317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113523624973077317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113523624973077317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113523624973077317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-visions-of-spencer-danced-through.html' title='And Visions of Spencer Danced Through My Head (?)'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113433290083340632</id><published>2005-12-11T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:28:20.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby's Hug</title><content type='html'>We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in&lt;br /&gt;a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his fat baby&lt;br /&gt;hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and&lt;br /&gt;his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with&lt;br /&gt;merriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man&lt;br /&gt;whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of&lt;br /&gt;would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and&lt;br /&gt;unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his&lt;br /&gt;nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His&lt;br /&gt;hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi there, big&lt;br /&gt;boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks,&lt;br /&gt;"What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi." Everyone&lt;br /&gt;in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The&lt;br /&gt;old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do&lt;br /&gt;ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My&lt;br /&gt;husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who&lt;br /&gt;was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in&lt;br /&gt;turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband&lt;br /&gt;went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man&lt;br /&gt;sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he&lt;br /&gt;speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back&lt;br /&gt;trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned&lt;br /&gt;over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I&lt;br /&gt;could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their&lt;br /&gt;love and kinship. Erik, in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his&lt;br /&gt;tiny head upon theman's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover&lt;br /&gt;beneath his lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's&lt;br /&gt;bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short&lt;br /&gt;a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and&lt;br /&gt;his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice,&lt;br /&gt;"You take care of this baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he&lt;br /&gt;were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've&lt;br /&gt;given me my Christmas gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my&lt;br /&gt;God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence&lt;br /&gt;of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a&lt;br /&gt;mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a&lt;br /&gt;child who was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a&lt;br /&gt;moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had&lt;br /&gt;reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most&lt;br /&gt;importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you&lt;br /&gt;drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat&lt;br /&gt;your fellow man that identifies who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113433290083340632?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113433290083340632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113433290083340632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113433290083340632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113433290083340632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/12/babys-hug.html' title='A Baby&apos;s Hug'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113424849759841428</id><published>2005-12-10T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:01:37.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week and Counting..... And yet another quiz</title><content type='html'>Dec. 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many of you know that I'm coming home in like a week. Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;e-mailed me and said "you likely have mixed feelings about leaving New&lt;br /&gt;Zealand." well.....i DO NOT think words can express how i feel about leaving&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand. Here's an example of how i feel:&lt;br /&gt;ready&lt;br /&gt;unready&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;unsure&lt;br /&gt;stressed out&lt;br /&gt;depressed&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;mournful&lt;br /&gt;certin&lt;br /&gt;uncertain&lt;br /&gt;worried&lt;br /&gt;carefree&lt;br /&gt;confused&lt;br /&gt;scared&lt;br /&gt;overwhlemed&lt;br /&gt;joyful&lt;br /&gt;underwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;mad&lt;br /&gt;anxious&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;calm&lt;br /&gt;not collected&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think that should give you a jist of how i feel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those of you who don't know yet, I'm coming back to New&lt;br /&gt;Zealand in April. Why you ask? well here's the deal I GOT THE INTERNSHIP @&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGES!!! They said that they would like me to be an intern there. The&lt;br /&gt;only downside is that they won't have and internship program ready for&lt;br /&gt;me in January/Febuary.....they'll have it ready in April. Meaning&lt;br /&gt;they'll need me to come back in April. So....that' means I"ll be coming&lt;br /&gt;back in Dec.15 and hopefully coming back to New Zealand in April....maybe&lt;br /&gt;the 13th (?) somewhere in there. so yes, if you want me to visit&lt;br /&gt;you...let me know when between Jan-April. Yes I'll be home the last 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;in December, but just give me time to get myself settled on the farm&lt;br /&gt;before i do some serious visiting, I'm sure you all understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, well that's the haps down here so far. HOpefully I"ll update&lt;br /&gt;more later on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another Quiz regarding Earlene Ulrich and her thoughts at moment of&lt;br /&gt;quiz commencement...&lt;br /&gt;1.DO YOU SNORE? apparently i do, but just a little bit. I think me and&lt;br /&gt;my roomies this term were noisy/restless sleepers&lt;br /&gt;2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER? I think i more or less love to fight,&lt;br /&gt;does that count?&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR? to be alone....&lt;br /&gt;4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC? not really, i think i was more&lt;br /&gt;into Barbies...&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV? it kind of gets boring when you&lt;br /&gt;know who's going to win and who's going to get kicked off next&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS? depending on how bored i am&lt;br /&gt;7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY? of course i was ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU? Well I"m realizing now more and more&lt;br /&gt;that God's god the right guy out there for me. I just have to be patient&lt;br /&gt;with it, which can suck sometimes. In the mean time I think I need to&lt;br /&gt;just figure myself out first. So yes, for now, the single life is for me&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD? on the computer I'm currently on, it's&lt;br /&gt;black with whit letters&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? I used to. But i don't now because i&lt;br /&gt;don't want to scare my roomies&lt;br /&gt;11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED? was going to, but i didn't have&lt;br /&gt;enough money because i spend TOO much in Mt.Cook&lt;br /&gt;12. ANY SECRET TALENTS? Playin sax, however i couldn't play it last&lt;br /&gt;night @ Carols by Candlelight because something went wrong with it. Still&lt;br /&gt;don't know. BUt that's not really a "secret" talent. Now if i told you&lt;br /&gt;what my "secret" talent is, then it wouldn't be secret now would it?&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT? New Zealand!!!! Well maybe not&lt;br /&gt;vacation, maybe just to live...at somewhat long periods of time (like&lt;br /&gt;maybe almost 2 years)&lt;br /&gt;14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY? can't say I've really watched his show enough&lt;br /&gt;to tell yo uthat&lt;br /&gt;15. CAN YOU SWIM? yes, but i can't dive&lt;br /&gt;16. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"? no&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE OZONE? maybe. BUt then again I've&lt;br /&gt;lived in New Zealand and there's no ozone here....i'm pretty much serious&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE ROLL&lt;br /&gt;POP? 153.739&lt;br /&gt;19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS? yes if i really think about&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD? YES!&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENER? manual (?) i&lt;br /&gt;guess you have more control on the sharpness of it all&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING? um, i like to eat wild meat, on&lt;br /&gt;occasion. I think that if there's enough of a species, then you can kill&lt;br /&gt;some of them off.&lt;br /&gt;24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE? Man, i hope so. but like i said&lt;br /&gt;before, God's got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? yes but not if i do it fast, then it&lt;br /&gt;looks like boy writing&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO? penicillin&lt;br /&gt;27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU"? to Belinda&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, because it was her birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE? no, just the impersonators are alive&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS? depending on how well i know the couple&lt;br /&gt;30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS? sunny side up and not too runny&lt;br /&gt;31. ARE BLONDES DUMB? oh they can, and I can have fun with that :)&lt;br /&gt;32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP? probably behind your bed&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT TIME IS IT? 9:08 am New Zealand time&lt;br /&gt;34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME? Ernie&lt;br /&gt;35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING? i like it, but then again i eat pretty&lt;br /&gt;much everything&lt;br /&gt;36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR? Friday when a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;us went into Cambridge to do stuff. Man i'm going to miss&lt;br /&gt;Bingo.....Gerken BETTER take care of him&lt;br /&gt;37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS? showers are easiest. I don'tthink&lt;br /&gt;I've had a decent bath in over a year&lt;br /&gt;38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL? if you rearrange the letters of Santa, you&lt;br /&gt;get Satan. How's that for logic? No i don't believe that he's real&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED? oh dear. that hasn't&lt;br /&gt;happened in ages. it's nice, but i don't want to get involved in that kind of&lt;br /&gt;thing unless I"m with the guy that really cares about me and who really&lt;br /&gt;does love me&lt;br /&gt;40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO? VeggieTales, HomestarRunner&lt;br /&gt;42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER? creamy&lt;br /&gt;43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK? I"m scared to&lt;br /&gt;44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE? not yet&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY? oops! not yet&lt;br /&gt;46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE? of course!&lt;br /&gt;47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER? can be&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? dark brown, almost black&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE? yes, at times i can&lt;br /&gt;51. WHO'S BETTER?: Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?: no&lt;br /&gt;53. HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"? no but i heard it sounds good&lt;br /&gt;54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS? Piano, a sax that didn't work last&lt;br /&gt;night (still choked about that), and "Mary Had a Little Lamb" on trumpet&lt;br /&gt;55. Have You EVER STOLEN MONEY? if i did, I'm sure i told the person i&lt;br /&gt;was "stealing" so i guess that's not really stealing if you tell the&lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;56. Can you snowboard? i wish!&lt;br /&gt;57. DO YOU LIKE CAMPING? i can, depending on who i"m with&lt;br /&gt;58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH? yes and that makes others laugh harder&lt;br /&gt;which in turn makes me laugh harder&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? no&lt;br /&gt;60. ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND? no. All you need is Christ. Yes that&lt;br /&gt;sounds like the "sunday school" answer but it's true. Christ is all&lt;br /&gt;that you need.&lt;br /&gt;61. YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE? no. it's against the Bible. If people&lt;br /&gt;would just figure out their place in their relationship to Christ, then&lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't have these sorts of problems&lt;br /&gt;62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK? yes i can&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES? yes, and since I"m a Feeler i feel&lt;br /&gt;terrible afterward&lt;br /&gt;64. IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY? just a little chilly&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? a piece of the large chocolate&lt;br /&gt;bar that Daryl gave us as a choir&lt;br /&gt;66. DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH? i used to change my nail polish every&lt;br /&gt;week. But now i only have 3 bottles with me. Maybe when i get home I'll&lt;br /&gt;re-paint them&lt;br /&gt;67. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KISSED? yes, but that was over a year ago&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT'S THE MOST CREEPY TV COMMERCIAl? NZ commericals are different&lt;br /&gt;than Canadian ones. That's all I'll say, just different&lt;br /&gt;69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE? i would if i could (too expensive)&lt;br /&gt;but i can't so i won't&lt;br /&gt;70. FAVORITE SONG AT THE MOMENT? He Came (written by our choir&lt;br /&gt;director Daryl!!), Golddigger by Kenya West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113424849759841428?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113424849759841428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113424849759841428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113424849759841428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113424849759841428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-week-and-counting-and-yet-another.html' title='One Week and Counting..... And yet another quiz'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113409216262800123</id><published>2005-12-08T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:36:02.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving in T-6 days (And very sadly Counting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yes you read that correctly, I'll be leaving NZ in like 6 days. ya, totally sucks!! But I'll be coming back in April for my internship. Some of you don't know this yet, but i did get the youth internship for my church down here (Praise God!). The only downfall is that I can't start until April because the couple that i"m working with still needs to figure out a program for me (they're new at this too).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So basically what i'm trying to say is that if you want me to visit you within the next 3 months, you need to let me know where you're going to be and when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um, ya....my mind's been all over the place with getting stuff arranged for when i leave (mainly my car down here, which I'm hoping to still have when i get back). Plus on top of that Carols by Candlelight is tonight. I think my biggest fear about that is my sax squeeking on a quiet song like "AWay in a Manger". ya, that won't be too good.  Um, plus i have to practice "Stille Nacht" with the German girls, finish my laundry, do a sound check with the whole choir, most of this requires standing in the hot sun, which means I'll get a nice dark tan and I'll come home nice and brown and everyone else will be pasty white (Mwahahaha!) Just kidding, but seriously! Well that's all i got to say for now. I hope to see most you guys soon. Let me know when you'll be around :) Love you all &amp;amp; God bless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113409216262800123?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113409216262800123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113409216262800123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113409216262800123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113409216262800123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/12/leaving-in-t-6-days-and-very-sadly.html' title='Leaving in T-6 days (And very sadly Counting)'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113399770107768077</id><published>2005-12-07T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:22:51.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Possum Pinata, Carols by Candlelight Practice, Driving lessons &amp; Other News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nov 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! sorry i wasn't able to update sooner. Been crazy as busy down&lt;br /&gt;here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The weekend after the boys put on a fabulous masquerade ball, us girls&lt;br /&gt;put on a Lumberjack Night for them. Me and Steph spend all of Saturday&lt;br /&gt;morning making a giant possum pinata. I'll have to show you sometime.&lt;br /&gt;But the boys had fun because some of the other girls made paintball&lt;br /&gt;waterballoons for the boys to play with after we had our meal (which was&lt;br /&gt;steak, ribs, potatoes, and 3 different kinds of pie!!). so that was the&lt;br /&gt;guy's night for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Um, other than and avoiding my Trinity paper I've been really busy&lt;br /&gt;with preparation for Carols by Candlelight. That's like our big Christmas&lt;br /&gt;event that we get the Homestead all decorated for, and we sing outside&lt;br /&gt;and people come out and hear the message of Christmas. Yes you read&lt;br /&gt;that right, sing outside...remember I"m in New Zealand....it's "summer"&lt;br /&gt;here. So ya I've been busy learning my alto singing part (apparently I DO&lt;br /&gt;sing!) and plus I've been involved in the band that we put together&lt;br /&gt;(now why on earth would i skip out on an opportunity to play my sax!). The&lt;br /&gt;band consists of:&lt;br /&gt;-2 guitars&lt;br /&gt;-bass guitar&lt;br /&gt;-2 African style hand drums&lt;br /&gt;-drum kit&lt;br /&gt;-tenor recorder&lt;br /&gt;-saxophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so ya, it's very different from the normal band that I'm used to back&lt;br /&gt;home, but at least it gets me playing with other people. Plus I don't&lt;br /&gt;have to play bass notes which is what I usually end up doing in worhip&lt;br /&gt;practice. Whoo-Hooo!!! So now I had to transpose the piano alto line&lt;br /&gt;into my sax and it sounds really cool when I play alto and the recorder is&lt;br /&gt;playing melody. However i think sometimes i end up drowning her out&lt;br /&gt;because a sax is much louder than a recorder. Ok for those of you who&lt;br /&gt;don't understand what I just said, that's ok. I"ll forgive you this time :)&lt;br /&gt;And I've been playing "Silent Night" for the German girl trio that's&lt;br /&gt;happening for Carols too. I'm thinking by the time I go home I'll be&lt;br /&gt;able to sing "Stille Nacht, Heleige Nacht" fluently (well @ least the 1st&lt;br /&gt;verse). So that will be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh and I've also been learning how to drive my car down here. It's a&lt;br /&gt;VERY long story (i'll have to tell you sometime) but I co-bought the&lt;br /&gt;thing in like April and now I'm finally getting the chance to drive it&lt;br /&gt;(like a said, it's a long story). I dont' feel comfortable driving stick&lt;br /&gt;on the left side of the road just yet, but I've been very glad to have a&lt;br /&gt;patient and gracious teacher :). So hopefully if i stay here that will&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance to use the car i bought in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Which leads me to my next point of business...my internship. At the&lt;br /&gt;moment I still don't really know what's going on and i fly away to Canada&lt;br /&gt;in 2 weeks and 3 days.............man, that sucks. I mean not that&lt;br /&gt;going home sucks, but leaving here sucks. anyway I still dont' know whether&lt;br /&gt;or not it's a for sure that the church wants me or not. All I've heard&lt;br /&gt;is that it looks "promising" whatever that means. I'm the kind of&lt;br /&gt;person that wants a for sure answer ASAP so i can start planning. Hey, do&lt;br /&gt;you guys out there in "online-land" have any sweet ideas for a youth&lt;br /&gt;group event or a bible study "theme" that i could work from? Cause I'd like&lt;br /&gt;to get as many different ideas as i can to make youth group as&lt;br /&gt;interesting as possible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrighty i"m out like a fat kid in dodgeball......bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113399770107768077?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113399770107768077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113399770107768077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113399770107768077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113399770107768077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/12/possum-pinata-carols-by-candlelight.html' title='Possum Pinata, Carols by Candlelight Practice, Driving lessons &amp; Other News'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113192767002236106</id><published>2005-11-13T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:21:10.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade, Soccer, Kawhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey!! Well this weekend was pretty awesome. I didn't get ANY work done&lt;br /&gt;(oops!) however I did have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;The boys put on a masquerade dinner for us girls so all Friday&lt;br /&gt;afternoon us girls were running about curling hair, putting on makeup, making&lt;br /&gt;sure our masks matched our outfits, and what not. When we were all&lt;br /&gt;through we looked SO good. yes i know i just sounded like Teen Girl Squad,&lt;br /&gt;but that's how we looked: SO GOOD!! Man i wish you guys could have seen&lt;br /&gt;it!! If you want just e-mail me and I can send you a picture or two.&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the boys!! I seriously don't think&lt;br /&gt;there's anything better looking than a man in a suit!! NO JOKE! OKay that's&lt;br /&gt;just my humble opinion, but still!! So the boys escorted us to our&lt;br /&gt;tables, Ben and Simon played giutar, we had pasta and bread and really good&lt;br /&gt;dessert cake. Then came the best part.......DANCE PARTY!!! oh yea! WE&lt;br /&gt;danced and we danced! It was just at really good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;So then after all the dressing up the night before, a few of us went&lt;br /&gt;and played at the soccer tournament. Yes i know i told you that I would&lt;br /&gt;die.....I was joking people! Obviously i didn't die....but i sure did&lt;br /&gt;feel exhausted! We lost all our games :( I really don't think I'm made&lt;br /&gt;for soccer. It took me a little while to figure out a strategy for&lt;br /&gt;playing, however i was on the social team and all the really really good&lt;br /&gt;players were on the serious team. Then again they lost all their games&lt;br /&gt;except one (WOOHOO!!). But everyone on that team were really good players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After we got back to school a few of us watched Hitch. I like that&lt;br /&gt;movie. However I'm realising that "love" doesn't happen like it does in the&lt;br /&gt;movies. It takes time and really getting to know the other person and&lt;br /&gt;putting God into your relationship should be the first thing that you&lt;br /&gt;do. And in case you're wondering....... NO! I'm not dating anyone,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing happening over here! I'm not even ready for that kind of&lt;br /&gt;thing anyway. So if anyone did come up to me and ask me out or something&lt;br /&gt;like that, I'd have to decline. I'm mainly not ready for that kind of&lt;br /&gt;thing because i have things to work out from my last relationship. Yes i&lt;br /&gt;know that that was like a year ago, however the feelings of rejection&lt;br /&gt;and hurt are still there so i need time to fully work through that and&lt;br /&gt;realise that the only person that I need acceptance from is God....and I&lt;br /&gt;already have that. Like i know it in my head, but it hasn't sank down&lt;br /&gt;to my heart yet. Once i fully realise what kind of a person that God&lt;br /&gt;sees me as, that will biuld up my self confidence (which does have a&lt;br /&gt;tendency to be lacking), and then I'll be ready for that kind of&lt;br /&gt;relationship. Plus, all in all, I know God's got a guy picked out for&lt;br /&gt;me...somewhere. I'm just going to have to trust Him with it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Today me, Jen, Michelle (George), and Spence went to Kawhia to do the&lt;br /&gt;service there. Me and Jen gave our testimonies and Spence spoke on&lt;br /&gt;Jer.29:10-14 (which was really good). We also spent a couple of hours on the&lt;br /&gt;beach with a family from the church. The beach was pretty good because&lt;br /&gt;the tide was going out and when you dug a little bit in the sand there&lt;br /&gt;was hot water coming up. We probably would have stayed longer however i&lt;br /&gt;had music practice for Fellowship tonight. So ya i got back and&lt;br /&gt;practiced the melody line to the two songs that i"m playin for (woohoo!! no&lt;br /&gt;bass line for my alto tonight!!) and other than that I've been in the&lt;br /&gt;computer room talking to David and e-mailing Adam back and forth. So my&lt;br /&gt;day hasn't been too exciting. But I have excited/nervous for my playing&lt;br /&gt;tonight. I haven't played a melody line here in like ages! I wish i&lt;br /&gt;could play more however a sax can be kinda awkward with giutars and a&lt;br /&gt;drums, it just doesn't seem to fit as nice as it would in a big band....you&lt;br /&gt;know what i"m sayin? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113192767002236106?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113192767002236106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113192767002236106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113192767002236106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113192767002236106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/11/masquerade-soccer-kawhia.html' title='Masquerade, Soccer, Kawhia'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113133358909484384</id><published>2005-11-06T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:19:49.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough, Internship, Oral Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey guys! sorry for the really really long delay. Things have been&lt;br /&gt;really hectic around here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First of all Breakthrough was last week. The area by the green picnic&lt;br /&gt;table was tranformed into a Valentine's Day paradise, formally known as&lt;br /&gt;Lover's Lane. Me, Belinda, and Kirsty all dressed up as fairies and&lt;br /&gt;that's how was ran our station for the night. Ya i"m sure you can all&lt;br /&gt;imagine me prancing around in a fairy outfit....believe me, i did my fair&lt;br /&gt;share of prancing!!! As for the theme of the evening, it was CLUE. The&lt;br /&gt;CLUE characters were (yes, i know for most of you this will mean&lt;br /&gt;nothing, but for those of you that know these people, you'll laugh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ray-Prof. Plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vanessa-Ms. Scarlett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cat-Mrs.Peacock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Laura-Mrs.White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cullen-Col.Mustard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tim-Mr.Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In the script that Vicki wrote, Vanessa had to flirt with Ray. That was&lt;br /&gt;entertiaing! I'm sure all you people from last semester are killing&lt;br /&gt;yourselves laughing at that!! And I got it all on video!! Tehehehe! So ya&lt;br /&gt;there was about 120 kids that came that night and Vicki gave a really&lt;br /&gt;good message about how we can get distracted by little things in life&lt;br /&gt;and we loose focus on what really matters....CHRIST!!! Hmmm, that kinda&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar, trust me, I've had my fair share of distractions (just&lt;br /&gt;ask Stacey, Ruthie and Nikki!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My next concern after Breakthrough was looking into a possible&lt;br /&gt;internship @ my church here in New Zealand. A few of you know about this&lt;br /&gt;already, and I'm sorry that i didn't post this sooner, but i didn't want&lt;br /&gt;people thinking "oh Earlene's leaving us for good!! She'll never come back&lt;br /&gt;to Canada!!" Well that's not up to me to decide, that's God's business&lt;br /&gt;and whatever He says goes. But ya I've been thinking about what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;after Capers and I realized that I"m not in Uni, i don't have a solid&lt;br /&gt;job that I can just jump right back into when i go home, plus my church&lt;br /&gt;back home (Spalding Gospel Chapel...i mean Crossroads Bible Church)&lt;br /&gt;just got a new youth pastor and i wouldn't want to "invade" their ministry&lt;br /&gt;there, so what's there for me to do back home? I'm sure some of you are&lt;br /&gt;already thinking "you can come see me! don't you love me anymore?" Well&lt;br /&gt;of course i do! I'm a compulsive Feeler! of course I love you! It's&lt;br /&gt;just that I thought i'd look into maybe staying here and seeing if there's&lt;br /&gt;any chance for ministry work here. And so in the search for that i came&lt;br /&gt;across an opportunity to be a youth intern @ Bridges (my church down&lt;br /&gt;here). I've had a few meetings with Pastor Murray and this week he'll be&lt;br /&gt;talking about me in his meeting with the church elders. So far things&lt;br /&gt;are looking good. Now before all of you think I've left you for good, i&lt;br /&gt;want you to know that if God does want me to stay here for another&lt;br /&gt;year, (that's how long the internship would be) I want you to know that a&lt;br /&gt;year goes by fast. I mean I've alreay been here 8 months already! 8&lt;br /&gt;months! See, the time goes by fast! Plus if everything works out i want to&lt;br /&gt;go home for Christmas for a few weeks. oh and if you want to get me a&lt;br /&gt;Christmas present I think a good idea would be to just give my dad money&lt;br /&gt;and then once everything is added up, hopefully it'll be enough for a&lt;br /&gt;laptop!! ok, i'm kidding, but it was worth a shot right?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well ok the rest of my time has been spent working on my Oral report on&lt;br /&gt;"God's Will". I thought it seemed like a fitting subject because i&lt;br /&gt;really don't know what God wants me to do. But I just have trust in Him and&lt;br /&gt;everything else will just come together. "Seek first the kingdom of God&lt;br /&gt;and His righteousness and all these things will be given to you" Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Ate Happy for reminding me of that fact :) That really helped and&lt;br /&gt;encouraged me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other than those 3 things, I've been just hanging out, getting a tan,&lt;br /&gt;playing soccer and just having a good time learning about God. Oh and&lt;br /&gt;there's a big soccer tournament on Saturday...it's an all day thing. I'M&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so if you don't hear from me again, I died&lt;br /&gt;playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113133358909484384?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113133358909484384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113133358909484384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113133358909484384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113133358909484384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/11/breakthrough-internship-oral-report.html' title='Breakthrough, Internship, Oral Report'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113098643889838356</id><published>2005-11-02T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:53:58.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Quiz in the World!!!!</title><content type='html'>THE ULTIMATE SURVEY! If you want to know pretty much EVERYTHING about&lt;br /&gt;anyone (including yourself) this is the survey to fill out! It may take&lt;br /&gt;a while, but it's super fun! So when you have the time FILL THIS OUT,&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLAST and send this to all your friends including me!&lt;br /&gt;********YOU, YOU, YOU********&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your full name? Earlene May Culllamr Ulrich&lt;br /&gt;3. Age? 19&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex? Female&lt;br /&gt;5. Social Security? ya, like i'd type that out!&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you live? Capernwray Bible School New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;7. What school do you attend? Capernwray New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;8. Birthday? may 10&lt;br /&gt;9. Pet? Nanook, my baby dog&lt;br /&gt;10. Zodiac Sign? taurus&lt;br /&gt;11. Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********YOUR LOOKS********&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color? dark dark brown&lt;br /&gt;13. Eye Color? brown&lt;br /&gt;14. Contacts or Glasses? cobntacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Scars? heaps!&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any piercings? just ears&lt;br /&gt;17. Tatoos? Not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If so what and where? none&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a certain fashion you follow? meh, whatever i can fit&lt;br /&gt;on myself&lt;br /&gt;20. How are you today? could be better, could be worse...&lt;br /&gt;21.__________________________ what's this? a lack of a question???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What does your hair look like at the moment? straight&lt;br /&gt;23. What song are you listening to right now? none&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you ate? chips with cheese dip&lt;br /&gt;25. How is the weather right now? warm but clouddy but it's night time&lt;br /&gt;26. Last person you phoned? my mom&lt;br /&gt;27. Last dream you can remember? i can't think of one&lt;br /&gt;28. Who are you talking to right now? no one at the moment. David and&lt;br /&gt;Daniel are busy working on stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******** MORE ABOUT YOU********&lt;br /&gt;29. What are the last four digits of your phone number? 4083 (but&lt;br /&gt;that's back in Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If you were a crayon what color would you be? lime green&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you almost ever died? no, i say i'm going to , but i don't&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like the person who sent this to you? aw!! Ya, Olivia's&lt;br /&gt;cool :)&lt;br /&gt;33. How do you eat oreo's? i bite&lt;br /&gt;34. What makes you happy? being with people that i care about and that&lt;br /&gt;i know that they also care about me&lt;br /&gt;35. What's the next CD you are going to buy? maybe the NOW 18&lt;br /&gt;36. What's the most recent CD you have bought? Brooke Fraser&lt;br /&gt;37. What's the best advice you've ever given someone? Keep focusin on&lt;br /&gt;God because He's the only thing that will ever matter&lt;br /&gt;38. What are your future goals? to go into ministry...get married one&lt;br /&gt;day...have kids&lt;br /&gt;39._________________another blank question!&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like to dance? ya. Judith says "Du tanze sexy!!"&lt;br /&gt;41. Worst sickness you have ever had? pnemonia&lt;br /&gt;42. What's the stupidest thing you have ever done? i kissed someone's&lt;br /&gt;feet because i needed to get some information from him&lt;br /&gt;43. What's your favorite memory? probably seeing an awesome cloud&lt;br /&gt;billowing towards me when i was skydiving&lt;br /&gt;44. If you could change something about you what would it be? probably&lt;br /&gt;my appearance&lt;br /&gt;45. Where do you shop the most? The Warehouse, the Warehouse, where&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets a bargain :)&lt;br /&gt;46. How many kid's do you want to have? 3&lt;br /&gt;47. Son's name? don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;48. Daughter's name? gotta have the middle name Rose&lt;br /&gt;49. What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? whatever i can&lt;br /&gt;find that's relatively cheap&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you have your own phone? no, us students share the phones&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have your own phone line? nope&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? no, just an extra pillow&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever broke or fractured a bone? nope&lt;br /&gt;54. Who do you dream about? people here, people back home&lt;br /&gt;55. Who do you tell your dreams to? Cat and Yumi&lt;br /&gt;56. Loudest Friends? Steph and Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 Who is the quietest friends you have? Krystin, Judith&lt;br /&gt;58. Is cheerleading a sport? ya, i believe that&lt;br /&gt;59. How many licks does it take to get to the inside of a tootsie pop?&lt;br /&gt;86&lt;br /&gt;60. Which came first, is it the chicken or the egg? God created the&lt;br /&gt;chicken first&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you believe in love? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? nope&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a crush? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;64. Who is your crush? like I'd tell you!! I probably would if you&lt;br /&gt;asked me :)&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you believe in love at first sight? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Where do you want to go for your honeymoon? Isreal or on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;ship&lt;br /&gt;67. What song do you want at your wedding? Tehehe....This I Promise&lt;br /&gt;You-NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;68. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? eyes,&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;69. Are you to shy to ask someone out? I'm a Feeler, i HATE rejection&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you find yourself attractive? no treally&lt;br /&gt;71. Do others find you attractive? well maybe in a "aw, she's cute"&lt;br /&gt;type way. That's all i've gotten lately&lt;br /&gt;********ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT********&lt;br /&gt;72. Boxers or Briefs? boxers&lt;br /&gt;73. Curly or straight? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Tall or short? just taller than me&lt;br /&gt;75. Six Pack or Muscular Arms? arms&lt;br /&gt;76. Ears peirced or not? not&lt;br /&gt;77. Tan or no tan? tan...but not tanner than me&lt;br /&gt;78. Dimples or not? aw, they're cute&lt;br /&gt;79. Rugged or Sporty? sporty&lt;br /&gt;80. Studly or Cutie? cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Accent or Not? oh dear! don't ask me that....accent&lt;br /&gt;82. Glasses? dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Smart or Dumb? smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What sport should he play? you really want me to answer this?&lt;br /&gt;Probably soccer because i"m getting into it now&lt;br /&gt;85. Dependent (whipped) or Independent? a little of both&lt;br /&gt;********ON GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT********&lt;br /&gt;86. Sandals or Thongs?&lt;br /&gt;87. Painted Nails or Not?&lt;br /&gt;88. Regular or Sports Bra?&lt;br /&gt;89. Bra straps showing or Not?&lt;br /&gt;90. Cute and Mysterious or Wild and Sexi?&lt;br /&gt;91. Brown or Blonde Hair?&lt;br /&gt;92. Long or Short Hair?&lt;br /&gt;93. Curly or Straight Hair?&lt;br /&gt;94. Dark light or Crazy cool?&lt;br /&gt;95. Long or Short Nails?&lt;br /&gt;96. Hat or Not?&lt;br /&gt;97. Good or Bad Girl?&lt;br /&gt;98. Hair Up or Down?&lt;br /&gt;99. Jewllery or Not?&lt;br /&gt;100. Tall or Short?&lt;br /&gt;101. Accent or Not?&lt;br /&gt;102. Tight Pants or Loose Pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********PICK ONE: THIS OR THAT?********&lt;br /&gt;103. Lights on/off? on&lt;br /&gt;104. Sun or Rain? sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. McDonalds or Burger King? Man i miss A&amp;amp;W!!!&lt;br /&gt;106. Do you like Scary Movie or Happy Movies? happy movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Backstreet Boys or NSYNC? NSYNC!&lt;br /&gt;108. On the phone or in person? in person&lt;br /&gt;109. Paper or Plastic? paper&lt;br /&gt;110. Sausage or Pepperoni? pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Summer or Winter? summer&lt;br /&gt;112. Hugs or Kisses? hugs because you can get them from anyone&lt;br /&gt;113. Chocolate Milk or White Milk? white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Glass Half Full or Half Empty? half full&lt;br /&gt;116. Tape or DVD? DVD&lt;br /&gt;117. Dogs or Cats? dogs&lt;br /&gt;118. Mudd or Jello? what?&lt;br /&gt;119. Vanilla or Chocolate? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;120. Skiing or Boarding? i can only ski&lt;br /&gt;121. Day or Night? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. Cake or Pie? cake&lt;br /&gt;123. Diamonds or Pearls? diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Sunset or Sunrise? sunset&lt;br /&gt;********YOUR FAVORITE********&lt;br /&gt;125. Color? greem&lt;br /&gt;126. Food? pizza&lt;br /&gt;127. Place? Capernwray Bible School&lt;br /&gt;128. Sport? soccer (?)&lt;br /&gt;129. Ice Cream Flavor? fudgy chocolate yogurt&lt;br /&gt;130. Board Game? Balderdash&lt;br /&gt;131. Song? "A Little Less Conversation" "Crazy in Love"&lt;br /&gt;132. TV Show? The simpsons&lt;br /&gt;134. Class? English&lt;br /&gt;135. Movie? The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;136. Store? Warehouse&lt;br /&gt;137. Teacher? Ron Lowery&lt;br /&gt;138. Card Game? Slapo&lt;br /&gt;********HAVE YOU EVER********&lt;br /&gt;139. Loved someone so much it made you cry? yes&lt;br /&gt;140. Drank? yes&lt;br /&gt;141. Ever Gotten Dumped? yes&lt;br /&gt;142. Broke the Law? yes&lt;br /&gt;144. Tried to Kill Yourself? no&lt;br /&gt;145. Made Yourself Throw Up? no&lt;br /&gt;146._________________yet another blank question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? I"m an only child...what&lt;br /&gt;do you think!&lt;br /&gt;********ONE FINAL NOTE********&lt;br /&gt;148. Do you enjoy filling these out? only when I"m bored&lt;br /&gt;149. How many people are you sending this to? just my blog probably&lt;br /&gt;150. Do you want your friends to reply? sure, if they want&lt;br /&gt;151. Who is most likely to respond? probably no one&lt;br /&gt;152. Any other comments? none&lt;br /&gt;153. Favorite Car? lime green VW Bug&lt;br /&gt;154. Who would you say you could trust most? Cat, Jen, David&lt;br /&gt;155. What's your favorite reality show? The Mole&lt;br /&gt;156. Favorite Holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;157. What do you hate the most? when guys flirt with me and they have&lt;br /&gt;no intention of following it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113098643889838356?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113098643889838356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113098643889838356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113098643889838356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113098643889838356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/11/longest-quiz-in-world.html' title='Longest Quiz in the World!!!!'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113010723920041222</id><published>2005-10-23T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:40:39.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought for today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed&lt;br /&gt;to ever let you down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder&lt;br /&gt;every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours&lt;br /&gt;was broken.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose&lt;br /&gt;someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never&lt;br /&gt;been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of&lt;br /&gt;happiness you'll&lt;br /&gt;never get back.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday Oct. 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het guys! well I've had a very interesting past couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Soccer night again!! I told Cat that if i got another goal I'd probably&lt;br /&gt;die because of the shock of it all (I'm really not that good of a&lt;br /&gt;soccer player, i just ran around in my rainbow socks!!). Yet somehow i got&lt;br /&gt;two goals that night....dont' ask me how! But i did!! And there wasn't&lt;br /&gt;even Beyonce playing. In the words of Chelly "ya, i work out" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;I watched Anchorman and it totally reminded me of last semester and all&lt;br /&gt;the quotes tht people used from it. Like "it's make with real bits of&lt;br /&gt;panther so you know it's good!" and "right on! Neato! Super duper!".&lt;br /&gt;Plus it reminded me of Ian and Jonny and when we all went to see it in&lt;br /&gt;theatres. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;i walked into my room and my Aussie roomie was on the floor holding a&lt;br /&gt;towel and there was something in the towel. A DUCK!! Somehow a duck got&lt;br /&gt;into our shower (i think someone put it there) and Cat found it in&lt;br /&gt;there and it seemed pretty tame so she held it for a bit. We let it walk&lt;br /&gt;around the room, however it took a dump by my bed...so that was kinda&lt;br /&gt;gross.We let it go and we put it by another duck's nest. Hopefully it's&lt;br /&gt;doing alright. We even named it Oscar. so that was probably the most&lt;br /&gt;random thing that's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I tried to figure out who put the duck in my room and David said that&lt;br /&gt;he knew who was in on it. I asked "what do i have to do to get you to&lt;br /&gt;tell me?" all i had to do was kiss his feet. I ended up doing because&lt;br /&gt;his feet wre clean and i was bored and needed a fun dare. It turns out&lt;br /&gt;that John was in on the duck fiasco...or so that's what David told me. I&lt;br /&gt;also watched "Shawshank Redemption" very good movie, a lot of swearing&lt;br /&gt;and violence, but all in all a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113010723920041222?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113010723920041222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113010723920041222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113010723920041222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113010723920041222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/thought-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-113004132726069446</id><published>2005-10-22T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:22:07.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time started: 10:35 pm&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Earlene May Cullamar Ulrich&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Ernie&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: single&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: May 10 1986&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: none&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: brown&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 9&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'6 (?)&lt;br /&gt;Innie or Outie: innie&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now : black cords, a pink shirt, Canadian&lt;br /&gt;socks and jandals (flip flops)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : Capernwray New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;any pets: no&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now: no&lt;br /&gt;Relationships ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Who are your closest friends? : Jesus...that's all you need :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bf or gf?: no&lt;br /&gt;Did you send this to your crush? no&lt;br /&gt;Best place to go for a date: bible school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Stuff------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Where is your fav place to shop: Glassons&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoos or piercings: just ears&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of pants: jeans&lt;br /&gt;Colour: lime green, pink, black&lt;br /&gt;Number: 8&lt;br /&gt;Boys Name: Ulrich&lt;br /&gt;Girls Name: Rose&lt;br /&gt;Subject in school: English &amp; History&lt;br /&gt;Animal: puppy&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Fast-Food Place: Subway, KFC&lt;br /&gt;Month: May&lt;br /&gt;Band: i like many.....but at hte moment.....NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Phantom of the Opera, The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;Juice: tropical&lt;br /&gt;Finger: ring (?)&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: bacon &amp;amp; eggs&lt;br /&gt;Cologne: AXE&lt;br /&gt;Perfume: CK Summer&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Flounder&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever -------------------&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: no&lt;br /&gt;Bungee: no&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up: no&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: ya&lt;br /&gt;Been in the opposite sex's washroom: ya&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog biscuit: no&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole: ya&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: no&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: no&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: yes....right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: no&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yes&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying: no&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: ya&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: no&lt;br /&gt;Ran away?: yes&lt;br /&gt;broken someone's heart: no&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: yes&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone: no&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: ya&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: ya&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call: yes&lt;br /&gt;Saved MSN conversations: some&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend?: ya&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend?: no&lt;br /&gt;Used someone: not in that sense&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: yes...many a time&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to mind-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Red: blood&lt;br /&gt;Blue: shirt&lt;br /&gt;Autumn: orange&lt;br /&gt;Cow: moo&lt;br /&gt;Greenland: green&lt;br /&gt;What is..&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm: There is no such thing as luck&lt;br /&gt;Best song you ever heard: bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Stupidest thing you have ever done: got into an arguement with a&lt;br /&gt;German&lt;br /&gt;Whats your room like: small &amp; clean&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said: Shut up David!!&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you?: smelly German&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: crepes&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use? Basics Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;Something that has happened to you this year: skydived and went in a&lt;br /&gt;helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing that has happened to you this year: meet the german&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: no&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: ya&lt;br /&gt;Stiches: no&lt;br /&gt;broken nose: no&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: no&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: yes&lt;br /&gt;Like school: yes&lt;br /&gt;Hate anyone: well I'm very mad at David right now&lt;br /&gt;Would you:---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Eat a live hamster for $1,000,000: no&lt;br /&gt;Go to a hanson consert if you had a free ticket: ya!&lt;br /&gt;Kill someone you didn't know for 15 billion dollars: no&lt;br /&gt;If you were stuck on an island, what people would you want with you:&lt;br /&gt;maybe David......but I'd probably kill him&lt;br /&gt;Do you admire guys/gurlz: ya&lt;br /&gt;who Is the last person that called you: Scott&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you slow danced with: Daniel&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh the most? : being with friends&lt;br /&gt;Was the last person you touched? David because i punched him&lt;br /&gt;You massaged: i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;You Kissed?: Scott&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: DAVID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who broke your heart: SCott&lt;br /&gt;Who told you they loved you: many friends&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest?: Laura&lt;br /&gt;Do you/Are You:------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: ya&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: ya, for the most part :)&lt;br /&gt;Have piercings below the waist? no&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything over $50: no&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive? ya with organizing...i even have a pen order.....&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive? yes&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic? no&lt;br /&gt;Depressed? no&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal? no&lt;br /&gt;Final questions ------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How many ppl are you sending this to: a few (?)&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy: friends&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies are on your list: many&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: watched Anchorman, played piano, yelled @&lt;br /&gt;David, wrote e-mails&lt;br /&gt;Hated someone in your family: ya&lt;br /&gt;Got any awards: ya a few&lt;br /&gt;What car do you wish to have: lime green VW bug&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married: Capernwray New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change:&lt;br /&gt;to be darker (tan) and get rid of Baby Jose&lt;br /&gt;Good driver: yes&lt;br /&gt;Good dancer: ya, well i think so :)&lt;br /&gt;Good Singer: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp: no but i want one&lt;br /&gt;How many remote comtrols are in your house: 2&lt;br /&gt;Are you double jointed: just in my fingers&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about: friends, mostly last semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered: yesterday morning&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a bath: last year&lt;br /&gt;The last movie you saw at the theatres: Perfect Catch&lt;br /&gt;Scary or happy movies: I"m all about the happiness&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or white milk: white&lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-O wrestling: neither&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or chocolate: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter: both :)&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Gold&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: diamond&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise: Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: they call it "Lemonade" down here....ya i know.. Kiwis&lt;br /&gt;are weird...&lt;br /&gt;Pants or shorts: capris&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice or apple juice: orange juice&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs: dogs&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea: mocha&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: person&lt;br /&gt;Oldest, middle, youngest or only child: only child&lt;br /&gt;indoor or outdoor: both&lt;br /&gt;--GUYS ONLY SECTION--&lt;br /&gt;Thongs or Panties:&lt;br /&gt;makeup or none:&lt;br /&gt;Painted nails or not:&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair or curly hair:&lt;br /&gt;Freckles or none:&lt;br /&gt;Jewellery or not:&lt;br /&gt;Cute or hot girls:&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice first about girls:&lt;br /&gt;--GIRLS ONLY SECTION--&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs: boxers&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short: taller than me&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad guy: good guys....but with a little bit of a "bad boy" in&lt;br /&gt;them :)&lt;br /&gt;Dark or blonde hair: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Curly or straight hair: i like to play with curly hair....but straight&lt;br /&gt;looks good too&lt;br /&gt;Dark or light eyes: either&lt;br /&gt;Hat or no hat: no hat&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair: short short&lt;br /&gt;Tan or fair: tan&lt;br /&gt;Freckles: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Foriegn accent or Canadian: down here I"m foriegn.....but I still like&lt;br /&gt;accents. They're fun&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice first about guys: laugh&lt;br /&gt;six pack: ya, that's cool&lt;br /&gt;muscular arms: ya, those are nice too....but not too beefy. that's&lt;br /&gt;just wrong&lt;br /&gt;Jewelery or none: necklace (?), but that's probably it&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your friends to fill this out and send it back? doesn't&lt;br /&gt;matter&lt;br /&gt;End Time: 11:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation? Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks? white with Canadian flags on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? the sound of typing on&lt;br /&gt;keyboards&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? popcorn, which was kinda dry&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayola crayon, what color would you be? pink or lime&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? chilly cause it's night time&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Jen and Chelly&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? ya, he's a good&lt;br /&gt;friend :)&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 19&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite drink? iced coffee/mocha&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport to watch? soccer&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever dyed your hair? yes, last time i did it, i dyed it&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? contacts&lt;br /&gt;15. Pets? ya just my baby dog :)&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? May&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food? Oreos&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched? Canadian Bacon&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year? May 10 &amp;amp; Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger? Beat up on David :)&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbies...and Ted, my teddy&lt;br /&gt;bear&lt;br /&gt;22. Fall or spring? Spring&lt;br /&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? i get hugs plenty of time down here&lt;br /&gt;24. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? sure if they are&lt;br /&gt;bored enough&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond? Cat&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond? everyone else&lt;br /&gt;28. Living arrangements? I live @ Capernwray Bible school and my&lt;br /&gt;roomies are Yumi (Japan) and Cat (Australia)&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you cried? over two week break when i lost&lt;br /&gt;my digicam card&lt;br /&gt;30. What is on the floor of your closet? Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Zelly&lt;br /&gt;32. What did you do last night? Watched Anchorman and read a bit of&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel before i went to bed&lt;br /&gt;33. What inspires you? The Bible&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you afraid of? spiders&lt;br /&gt;35. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? cheese&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite car? Lime green VW bug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-113004132726069446?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/113004132726069446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=113004132726069446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113004132726069446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/113004132726069446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-started-1035-pm-full-name-earlene.html' title=''/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112978001206682883</id><published>2005-10-19T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:46:52.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Things in the World</title><content type='html'>Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one...&lt;br /&gt;IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, especially the thought at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla or strawberry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The beach .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Playing with a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Making chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Watching the expression on someones face as they open a much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble&lt;br /&gt;remembering how to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112978001206682883?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112978001206682883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112978001206682883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112978001206682883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112978001206682883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-things-in-world.html' title='Best Things in the World'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112977472275779271</id><published>2005-10-19T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:18:42.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY THE LORD I WONT GO NUTTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND IF I FAIL TO LEARN THIS JUNK&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY THE LORD THAT I WONT FLUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND IF I DIE DONT PITY ME AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;JUST HANG MY BONES ON THE DINING ROOM WALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AND TELL MY MOM I DID MY BEST&lt;br /&gt;THEN PUT THE BOOKS UPON MY CHEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO REST&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY THE LORD I'LL PAST TOMMOROWS TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND IF I DIE BEFORE I WAKE&lt;br /&gt;THATS ONE LAST TEST I'LL HAVE TO TAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/9092525-112977472275779271?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112977472275779271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112977472275779271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112977472275779271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112977472275779271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-i-lay-me-down-to-study-i-pray-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112967037460304011</id><published>2005-10-18T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:19:34.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clue, Baby Jose, and Getting a Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Clue and Baby Jose:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again friends! Sorry it's taken me like a week to update but we&lt;br /&gt;just got bakc to school last week (monday) and now it's just getting&lt;br /&gt;bakc into routine and what not. Plus I've had heaps of e-mails to reply to&lt;br /&gt;(don't worry, I'll get to your sooner or later...sorry for the delay).&lt;br /&gt;But ya, that's the basics of what's been happening to me since I've&lt;br /&gt;been back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Breakthrough time again!! And if you don't remember what&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough is it's where all the youth groups from the surrounding area&lt;br /&gt;come to Capers and play some games and then hear the gospel message.&lt;br /&gt;The theme this time around is CLUE....like the board game. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;who the characters are going to be yet. me and Kirsty are in charge of&lt;br /&gt;transforming the area by the green picnic table into "Lover's Lane".&lt;br /&gt;We're mostly thinking about Valentine's Day themed stuff for it. Yes i&lt;br /&gt;know that "Lover's Lane" is not in the board game CLUE but we had to&lt;br /&gt;create new places so that there's more for the kids to do. But ya I"ll try&lt;br /&gt;to keep you updated as things come up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I"m having a baby!!! No just kidding! Ever since i got here in&lt;br /&gt;January I've been eating quite abit and when we were in Christchurch&lt;br /&gt;Laura named my stomach bulge "Baby Jose". And the name kinda stuck. So&lt;br /&gt;last night we were having ice cream sandwiches and i couldn't eat anymore&lt;br /&gt;so took the spoon with a little bit of ice cream on it, held it by my&lt;br /&gt;stomach i told "baby Jose" "Here! Just take it! I can't eat it&lt;br /&gt;anymore!". Laura pretty much died laughing! I guess you had to have been there.&lt;br /&gt;But then I noticed how it's been about nine months since I've been down&lt;br /&gt;here, and Jose's been "growing" since then. Nine months!! Uh oh!! Cat&lt;br /&gt;said that soon I'll have to give Jose up! No! He's mine! LoL!!! But no,&lt;br /&gt;I"m NOT having a baby..i"ve just been eating alot of food lately. Hey,&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it that the food's really good down here!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something to chew on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are good passages to just keep us in our place as mere&lt;br /&gt;humans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 38:1-41&lt;br /&gt;"Then the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who is this that questions my wisdom with such ignorent&lt;br /&gt;words? Brace yourself, beacuse i have some questions for you, and you must&lt;br /&gt;answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when i laid the foundatins of the earth? tell&lt;br /&gt;me, if you know so much. do you know how it's dimensions were determined&lt;br /&gt;and who did the surveying? what supports its foundations, and who laid&lt;br /&gt;its cornerstone as the morning stars sang together and all the angels&lt;br /&gt;shouted for joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who defined the boundaries of the sea as it burst forth from&lt;br /&gt;the womb, and as i clothed it with clouds and thick darkness? for i&lt;br /&gt;locked it behind barred gates, limiting its shores. i said, "thus far and&lt;br /&gt;no farther will you come. here your proud waves must stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever commanded the morning to apear and caused the&lt;br /&gt;dawn to rise in the east? have you ever told the daylight to spread to&lt;br /&gt;the ends of the earth, to bring an end to the night's wickedness? for the&lt;br /&gt;features of the earth take shape as the light approaches, and the dawn&lt;br /&gt;is robed in red. the light disturbs the haunts of the wicked, and it&lt;br /&gt;stops the arm that is raised in violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you explored the springs which the seas come? have you&lt;br /&gt;walked about and explored their depths? do you kow where the gates of&lt;br /&gt;death are located? have you seen the gates of utter gloom? do you realize&lt;br /&gt;the extent of the earth? tell me about it if you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the light come from, and where does the darkness&lt;br /&gt;go? can you take it to its home? do you know how to get there? but of&lt;br /&gt;course you know all this! for you were born before it was all created, and&lt;br /&gt;you are so very experienced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you visited the treasures of the snow? have you seen&lt;br /&gt;where hail is made and stored? i have reserved it for the time of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;for the day of battle and war. where is the path to the orgin of light?&lt;br /&gt;where is the home of the east wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who created a channel for the torrents of rain? who laid out&lt;br /&gt;the path for the lightening? who makes the rain fall on barren land, in&lt;br /&gt;a desert where no one lives? who sends the rain that satisfies the&lt;br /&gt;parched ground and makes the tender grass spring up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the rain have a father? where does the dew come from? who&lt;br /&gt;is the mother of the ice? who gives birth to the frost from the&lt;br /&gt;heavens? for the water turns to ice as hard as rock, and the surface of the&lt;br /&gt;water freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold back the movements of the stars? are you able to&lt;br /&gt;restrain the Pleides or Orion? can you ensure the proper sequence of&lt;br /&gt;the seasons or guide the constelation of the bear with her cubs across&lt;br /&gt;the heavens? do you know the laws of the univerce and how God rules the&lt;br /&gt;earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you shout to the clouds and make it rain? can you make&lt;br /&gt;lightening appear and cause it to strike as you direct it? who gives&lt;br /&gt;intuition and instinct? who is wise enough to count all the clouds? who can&lt;br /&gt;tilt the water jars of heaven, turning the dry dust to clumps of mud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stalk prep for a lioness and satisfy the young lions'&lt;br /&gt;appetites as they lie in their dens or crouch in the thicket? who&lt;br /&gt;provides food for the ravens when their young cry out to God as they wander&lt;br /&gt;about in hunger?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;then the Lord said to Job, " do you still want to argue with the&lt;br /&gt;Almighty? you are God's critic, but do you have the answers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Got A Goal!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again! Well last night was probably the best soccer ever!! First&lt;br /&gt;of all Charlie made a mix CD with heaps of awesome songs like:&lt;br /&gt;American Woman&lt;br /&gt;Chariot&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in Love&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean&lt;br /&gt;You know, fun songs like that. so i was totally stoked to be playing&lt;br /&gt;soccer with some awesome songs. Plus i was on a really good team..&lt;br /&gt;Cam&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;Cat&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;so ya our team was playing and "Crazy in Love" was playing (which is&lt;br /&gt;like my fav song, because it's Beyonce!!) and wanted to bust out a move&lt;br /&gt;however i was playing. Then some how I scored a goal! Ya you read that&lt;br /&gt;right!!! EARLENE SCORED HER 1ST GOAL IN SOCCER!!! Believe me, i was in&lt;br /&gt;shock. I think I still am :) It was awesome beyond awesome plus i got my&lt;br /&gt;goal to Beyonce!! it totally made my night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112967037460304011?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112967037460304011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112967037460304011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112967037460304011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112967037460304011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/clue-baby-jose-and-getting-goal.html' title='Clue, Baby Jose, and Getting a Goal'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112883107821955739</id><published>2005-10-08T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:15:47.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Precious"...And Digicam Frustrations!</title><content type='html'>hey! I"m having an alright day today. I mean i got heaps of souvenirs for poeple back home...well msotly i just got small stuff for lots of people. I figure that if you have kept in contact with me then you get a little something extra for that. So if you barely kept in contact with me, or not at all, then you just get something small. I think that's only fair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lecour.net/richard/downloads/the-one-ring-1152x864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="205" alt="" src="http://www.lecour.net/richard/downloads/the-one-ring-1152x864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Laura went into the Lord of the Rings shop in Queenstown and i found myself a ring of my own...my very own "precious". HOwever it is very cheaply made and you can barely make out that's it's supposed to be "elf" writing on it but i figure I"m reading LOTR, I"m pretty much in "middle-earth" so might as well get my very own ring :) Yay for me. I kinda feel like Frodo now, however i can actually wear my ring without any fear of Sauron....teheheh!!! I"m actually almost done the 1st book and i just started it the beginning of 2 week break! hey, i can' help it if the book is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura wanted get a picture under the LOTR store sign so i whipped out my camera however i didn' t have the card that i thought was in there. I had my other tow cards in my purse, but not my 3rd one. I remember that i had it in the camera shop when i developped some pictures for my parents of my travels to Mt.Cook and Milford Sound...however i don't think i took my card out of the machine. Uh no!! So we went back to the camera shop and i told them the situation and gave them my info and they said they'll look into it for me. I'm pretty much kicking myself right now!! That card had all my good pictures on it!! I mean ya i can steal Laura's pictures off her camera but most of those are of her and the mountains, not me and the mountains. So ya, I feel stupid now because i lost my card. ARGH!!! Plus I have to send my camera away to Fuji film when i get back to school because the screen on it doesn't work anymore. Ya i can still take pictures, however i just can't view them with my camera which is really pointless for a digital camera. So that' frustrating too!! ARGH!! So prayer for all this digicam "havock" would be greatly appreciated. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all i got to sya for now. the next time you'll hear from me I"ll be back @ Caperwray Bible school...hope to hear from you all again soon! God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112883107821955739?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112883107821955739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112883107821955739' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112883107821955739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112883107821955739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-preciousand-digicam-frustrations.html' title='My &quot;Precious&quot;...And Digicam Frustrations!'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112872570875922421</id><published>2005-10-07T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:09:17.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallace &amp; Gromit: The Curse of the Were Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/dreamworks_skg/wallace___gromit__the_curse_of_the_were_rabbit/wallaceandgromit_bigteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/dreamworks_skg/wallace___gromit__the_curse_of_the_were_rabbit/wallaceandgromit_bigteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from watching Wallace &amp;amp; Gromit. It's a really cute movie...i highly recommend it :) Dad, if you're reading this i need to watch this movie with you. You'll love it :) but ya, just thought I'ld let y'all know that i saw it and that you should see it too. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112872570875922421?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112872570875922421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112872570875922421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112872570875922421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112872570875922421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/wallace-gromit-curse-of-were-rabbit.html' title='Wallace &amp; Gromit: The Curse of the Were Rabbit'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112865098986727795</id><published>2005-10-06T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:12:51.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Currently Reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hollandsentinel.com/images/121301/rings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="219" alt="" src="http://www.hollandsentinel.com/images/121301/rings2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well i just spent the last hour or so @ Starbucks with a venti vanilla cafe misto and i read more of the Lord of the Rings. I know i told a bunch of you that I'd never read the books because I've already seen the movies, however the books actually make me appreciate the movies more because now i understand more of what's going on and the history of it all. Currently i'm in "The Fellowship of the Ring" and I"m just at the part where the "fellowship" starts @ the council of Elrond. But ya, i just thought I'd let you guys know what I've been reading as of last. I think it just sounds really "touristy" to read LOTR in New Zealand....but i love it :) Bye 4 now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112865098986727795?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112865098986727795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112865098986727795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112865098986727795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112865098986727795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-im-currently-reading.html' title='What I&apos;m Currently Reading...'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112864301295849250</id><published>2005-10-06T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:12:06.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milford Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.doc.govt.nz/images/national/milford-sound-boat-routebur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="328" alt="" src="http://www.doc.govt.nz/images/national/milford-sound-boat-routebur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! Well yesterday me and Laura headed over to Milford Sound. On the way there it snowed..now for me as a Canadian snow in October is "normal" however it doesn't happen alot in New Zealand and that was the first time i actually saw it snowing. yes i did see snow while i was on the Southern Alps, however that was just hard snow that you could barely sink into. This was actually slushy type snow! i was SO excited...except seeing it snow reminded me of working @ Eddie Bauer, don't ask me why, it just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a basic idea of what we saw @ Milford Sound (see left pic) and i think that's probably the same boat we went on too :) However at the beginning of our boat tour it was raining and cloudy so we couldn't see anything, so that kinda sucked....but by the end things cleared up a bit and we could see Mitre Peak (pictured here) and Bowen Falls. I think Milford Sound was where they filmed this part of the Lord of the Rings (see right pic) ... &lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/IMPACT/92269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="244" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/IMPACT/92269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Laura's waiting to go bungy jumping... from 440ft!! She's crazy! I was going to do that, then i realized how high that was so then i wanted to bungy off a bridge from 43m (i don't know what that is in feet)...then I realised i'm running out of money and i need to shop for some people down here too, that way that's all out of hte way for Christmas and stuff like that. So now I"m not going bungy jumping....SORRY TO DISSAPPOINT Y'ALL!! but what can you do? I already went skydiving and took a helicopter into the Southern Alps...that's definately more than some poeple can say! Well i gtg. Love you all SO SO much! Hope to hear from you soon! God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112864301295849250?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112864301295849250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112864301295849250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112864301295849250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112864301295849250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/milford-sound.html' title='Milford Sound'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112846063323432926</id><published>2005-10-04T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:17:13.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt.Cook &amp; Queenstown</title><content type='html'>hey guys! at the moment me and Laura are in Queenstown which is the farthest south I've ever been in the world. Whoo-hoo!! Alright I'll continue on with my 2 week break highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mt.Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Laura decided to split up with the other girls because they wanted to see things that we didn't and they didn't want to go to Queenstown, so we split up. I'm sure the other 4 girls are fine (Cat's back in Australia for a week then she'll be back @ school). so on Sunday me and Laura headed down to Mt.Cook. For the most part we just sat around and watched tv and read...we didn't want to plan every single thing we did. However on Monday we did something spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to got up in a helicopter for an aerial tour of the southern alps. it cost alot of money (sorry dad!!!) but it was definately worth it. We even landed near the Gorilla valley which is pretty much within the southern alps. that was the first time I've been on snow in New Zealand. It was SO cool to be up in a helicopter and see Mt.Cook!! That's the tallest peak in New Zealand and i think it's somewhere in the Lord of the Rings scenery. I'll have to watch the movies with you and point it out. I'm telling you! that was definately one of the coolest things I've ever done in my life! SO cool! i wish i could post pictures for you right now...but i can't because it's a public computer. You'll have to e-mail me if you want pictures. I'm still kinda shocked that i did that! It was SO AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Queenstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived here last night and the only thing we thought of doing was going to Pizza Hut. I finaly had a stuffed crust pizza (i've never had on before), except theirs was filled with cream cheese and not the regular cheese that we have back home. But it was still good, a little sweet but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the plans for Queenstown is alot of souvnier shopping (please let me know what you want because then I'll have  better idea of what i"m buying for people!! Thanks!) and then mayme bungy jumping. I was going to do the 2nd biggest one in the world, however i spent too much money on the helicopter ride @ Mt.Cook so I'm just giong to jump off a bridge..well bungy jump off one ;) I'll be sure to tell you about my experience after it happens. Well that's all i got for updates for now. Hope to hear from y'all soon! God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112846063323432926?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112846063323432926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112846063323432926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112846063323432926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112846063323432926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/mtcook-queenstown.html' title='Mt.Cook &amp; Queenstown'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112811477637524351</id><published>2005-09-30T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:12:56.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picton &amp; Kaikoura &amp; Christchurch</title><content type='html'>hello again friends!! I"m now in christchurch which is the farthest south i've ever been in the world!! yay for me.so continuing my 2wb (2 week break) adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picton...&lt;br /&gt;we took the ferry from wellington to picton on tuesday and we met up with the boys again in Picton. that night me, rob, david , belinda and yumi all went to a free concert in a small cafe in Picton. that was SO nice because it wasn't anything too touristy and it was just a nice relaxing atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaikoura.,...&lt;br /&gt;we ended up staying there for 2 days and the first day we sadly said bye to the boys because they had mine and Ray's car and they were heading in a different direction that us girls had planned, and that was cool too. so we said bye to them. Somehow us girls managed to find a small country cottage to stay at which was really sweet and relatively cheap too and that's always a good thing too. the scenery in Kaikoura is absolutely amazing because you can see snow capped mountains and then the ocean...all at the same time. it was definately mind boggling for a small town Saskatchewan girl like me :) but don't worry..i took heaps of pictures!! the next day that we were in Kaikoura me and my friend Cat ended up going on a boat tour of the coast. We also saw Hector's dolphins (the smallest dolphins in the world), albatrosses, fur seals, and a blue penguin. It was totally cool to see dolphins, they even came right up to the boat and i got some really pics of them too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for the record...it may sound like me and David are "dating" but we're not. we just have a really awesome friendship where we can bug each other yet still have a serious conversation once in a while too. So if anyone thought we were "dating" i hate to break it to ya, but we're not...sorry for the confusion. And don't worry, if anything ever did happen (between me and any guy) I'll let you guys know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christchurch....&lt;br /&gt;this is my current position. us girls were thinking about  giong the the aquarium today and maybe even seeing a kiwi bird if we get the chance too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya i gtg. love nad miss you all! e-mail soon okay? bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9092525-112811477637524351?l=earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/feeds/112811477637524351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9092525&amp;postID=112811477637524351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112811477637524351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9092525/posts/default/112811477637524351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earlenemayulrich.blogspot.com/2005/10/picton-kaikoura-christchurch.html' title='Picton &amp; Kaikoura &amp; Christchurch'/><author><name>Earlene Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279122990091245076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7tL3aLi8HwE/TE-2A4QwrKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tD31rIJnLiU/S220/Snapshot+of+me+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9092525.post-112763671411278367</id><published>2005-09-25T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:25:14.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotorua &amp; Wellington</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey guys! Sorry i didn't get a chance to tell you all about my ministy week. It was really good. My team was in charge of doing Bibles in schools assemblies and we did a skit about "running the race of life". I was a puppet named Chip Skylark "from the snowy slopes of Canada" and i was a commentator for the games. I tried to make my voice sound like Larry the cucumber, but I don't think it worked out that way. Oh well :) We also got to hang out with a group of Maori kids about 5 times that week too. That was fun. Prayer for those kids would be much appreciated because they go to the kids club that's there and that could be the only Christian influence that those kids have. Most of them come from pretty rough homes, but they are really great kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We also had a chance to hang out with another Capernwray team (the soccer team) and that was good to just get a break from kids. Remember how I said that i got "asked out by a German"? Well me and David have a specail friendship, half the time we play fight and we were play fighting @ the hot pools and everyone from Capers said that we were having a "lover's quarrel".  it was pretty funny. I guess you  had to have been there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Other than that ministry week went well. We actually had a "team meltdown" and we needed to discuss some issues with each other however I think we needed that to function properly as a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At the moment I"m on 2 week break. we spent Friday night &amp; Sat. night @ Rotorua and yesterday some of us even went zorbing. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zorb.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;www.zorb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; for more details. Basically you roll down a hill in a big plastic bubble and you can have hot water in it too (that's what me and Judith did). It was the 2nd coolest thing I've done down here; next to skydiving, of course :) So ya that was a definate highligh
