<?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-8394101791266589761</id><updated>2011-12-01T22:12:43.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Evolution</title><subtitle type='html'>Look around</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-6027078020041647872</id><published>2011-07-01T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:10:07.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>I don't have the excuse I'm busy yet. It's July first and so I thought I'd post something in my pajama bottoms and T-shirt. I love lazy days. It feels as though the last few days I've done nothing but laundry and clean my room. At least I can hook my iPod up to an amazing stereo with a great bass and ignore everything outside of my room. I also have the added '99 Ford Contour that I can take at any time (well, almost anytime) and go do something instead of sit here and well, I think I've already forgotten life before driving. If I could remember I'm pretty sure it would have been a bummer. I am lazing away while I can. 4 AP class will be the death of me. (Interupted by Mom. "Go get the mail. Are you really sitting in front of the computer? The reason you have the car is so you can go see and talk to real people. Text somebody and get out of the house. Go be a kid... Wait, but don't get in legal trouble." "Okay Mom." ) I guess that's the end of my blog post. That's life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-6027078020041647872?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/6027078020041647872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=6027078020041647872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/6027078020041647872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/6027078020041647872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-1226119195731198670</id><published>2011-05-16T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:23:46.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I is home. Me (or anyone else for that matter) no die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-1226119195731198670?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/1226119195731198670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=1226119195731198670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/1226119195731198670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/1226119195731198670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-is-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-5391018985866630449</id><published>2011-01-23T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:16:59.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And because I haven't</title><content type='html'>We'll I don't see a need to sit in front of a computer now because I can do everything from either my blackberry torch or my iPod touch. It seem to help me think of allot more things to write about here. First thing is first though. I've deleted all of the old bad posts because for most of them I wasn't exactly myself while writing them and that writer has been band from posting anything from now on. Secondly, Emma's baby Eamonn was born and he his a handful mentally and physically. One of the chunkiest and strongest babies I've seen. I didn't think I'd care for the cuddling thing but it seems I really don't mind oddly enough. Third, in November I attended the National Youth Leadership Forum on Law and CSI. It was fantastic and I probably should start on that you may never stop reading. Next, I'm more than half way do with my sophomore year and I'm not sure where time has gone. I seemed to have changed, changed back, and improved in this one year than I ever have before. I suppose it was to be expected. Then, I found out the reason I have never been able to gain weight and have been so 'out of touch' if you will is from an over active thyroid which has been messing with my growth, sleeping patterns, appetite, emotions, etc. It explains allot don't you think? Finally, I really hate using prepostions and I've used allot in this so I'm going go study the back of my eyelids because it's 11:15pm and I am about to pass out of exhaustion but I wanted to post this before I slept. So yea... PS I've changed my number yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-5391018985866630449?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/5391018985866630449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=5391018985866630449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5391018985866630449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5391018985866630449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-because-i-havent.html' title='And because I haven&apos;t'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-3399617828899666526</id><published>2009-12-19T22:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:47:15.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Strings Attached Kid"</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not exactly  a "14 year old carefree girl" and nor do I want to be. Well, I am to an extent. I'm 14 and don't have to worry about paying bills,taking care of anyone but myself, etc. Instead, I'd like to rephrase that terminology; I'm a "no strings attached kid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best parts about being a no strings attached kid is NO STRINGS ATTACHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm allowed to be impulsive. I can buy something and not have to worry about making the payments on time so my credit doesn't get messed up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have credit.  There is no way I can mess up credit if I don't even have any.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm flexible. I can do things spore of the moment and I don't have think about what I'm doing at 5 o'clock. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm literally no strings attached. I do things and don't expect anything back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm low management. You don't have to do anything to please me. I can sit in silence for hours and still be happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;14 and free. But not carefree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-3399617828899666526?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/3399617828899666526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=3399617828899666526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/3399617828899666526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/3399617828899666526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-strings-attached-kid.html' title='&quot;No Strings Attached Kid&quot;'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-2458993886498290877</id><published>2009-12-13T15:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:42:49.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As time rolls on fast and faster, this pops up at me and I seem to push it to the back of my mind. The more I push the harder it bounces back.  My time has caught up with the time of the real world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone around me seems to be graduating from high school,going off to college,getting married,and having kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then there are others who I have met after they had gotten married. I have seen them have kids and stood by as their children have grown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's just opening my eyes to the fact that everything is going to catch up with me soon. The real world. There's not much time for being a teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As if the next time I blink, high school will be over and I'm all alone. Ignoring the fact that reality is out there and no matter what I say or do I can't escape it.I may be young, but is one thing I must except it;this  is the way it must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-2458993886498290877?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/2458993886498290877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=2458993886498290877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/2458993886498290877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/2458993886498290877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check!'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-7289667044003183903</id><published>2009-08-01T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:07:41.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meaning to Life</title><content type='html'>Being a teen, I have the privilege to see many points of view. One perspective I enjoy having is an Eternal perspective. Though as a whole my Eternal perspective is small, for I know not what is to come in the next 10 years or even 10 days. I do see that  we as humans find pleasure in a variety of things and there for seek out what gives the source. I am beginning to see that we all seem to be searching with a want,a need, a longing for something to make us and our lives whole. Something that our earthly positions can not even begin to aid. I have felt that we are all just trying to fill a void in hearts. For before this present time, the mortal life, we lived in heaven with our Heavenly Father and was nurtured by his side with his pure endless love that we can no longer feel as strong as before. Such a love that can only be imagined and that we can not give. "Great love hath no man..." Now that we have been separated we have to find him. Many people don't know and don't understand that He is the only one who can fill this. People get lost and wonder. They find other ways to try and fill the gap like drugs and sex. Although it may gain pleasure it's never enough and they go back for more. I get up in the morning  to find Him and ask Him to fill that gap. I know that some days I'm suburb which makes it takes longer force e is always filling me up with His marvelous love. In many ways for example, all of the blessings from day to day like friends,family,shelter,and His glorious gospel. No matter how long it takes to fill and no matter how many times He has to remind me that He is the one and only cement to fix the crack. I'm gonna wake up everyday of life and find things that are pleasing to him so that I will be able once again, to be filled with his love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-7289667044003183903?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/7289667044003183903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=7289667044003183903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/7289667044003183903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/7289667044003183903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/08/meaning-to-life.html' title='A Meaning to Life'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-5057018500114254419</id><published>2009-07-17T21:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:18:43.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really long,nor awaited post</title><content type='html'>So, I don't believe there's much to say I made a pilgrimage to the Mormon version of Mecca.  There's no way to really make this post interesting because most of all of you already know what I'm talking about. Mecca is the holiest city in Islam which means (off the record of course) Utah is the holiest state in Mormonism. Which again is off the record, I'm not saying it is or isn't. So first of all, before I go any further I must publicly thank Brittney Gillespie for taking me with her on the journey. I don't think I know many people who would bring a 6 month old and a 5 and 2 year old across the country and be crazy enough to bring a 14 year old along as "help." Most people can't even stomach one kid. But here  she is dragging 3 kids and a teen. She's  got to be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmOAAonSMwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xUibTnYCWz0/s1600-h/Mountains.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 410px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmOAAonSMwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xUibTnYCWz0/s400/Mountains.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360268729891566338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="titletext"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;The many mexican restaurants Cafe Rio and Taco Amigo to name a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;Eating baby food for Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;Kate licking m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmOzWtVyihI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OS1EG4S7W98/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmOzWtVyihI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OS1EG4S7W98/s400/temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360325184210504210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Dash's eyes light up when I let him pet the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;quirrh &lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;ntain &lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;tah &lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;emple Open House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;Sharing a hiking trail with a moose (Thank goodness Emily was there to save us all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;Okay, so I'm expected to have detail ,right? Well, what do you consider detail? The fact that there 5 pieces of burnt toast on this trip or the word grumpy was used a total of one trillion and 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmO1N6NLjfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_WH7bEVz49g/s1600-h/falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmO1N6NLjfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_WH7bEVz49g/s400/falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360327232068488690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="titletext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think in the fine print (or detail) of this post you should read. "Yes, after 2 and 1/2 weeks of the madness my question still is... Are you gonna adopt me  now or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-5057018500114254419?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/5057018500114254419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=5057018500114254419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5057018500114254419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5057018500114254419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-really-longnor-awaited-post.html' title='Not really long,nor awaited post'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SmOAAonSMwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xUibTnYCWz0/s72-c/Mountains.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-523182466421096504</id><published>2009-07-02T17:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:19:35.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon Ella!</title><content type='html'>Ella hasn't been top notch lately so she's been getting some medication. Today she DID NOT want to take her medicine so naturally I try to find a way to get her to take it. I had tried just about everything I could think of. I thought of an idea and jokingly, because I thought she would say no,  I gestured to Dash's baby food and said "I'll eat a spoon full of Dash's baby food every time you take your medicine." Ella smirked and shouted with some pep, "Deal!!!" She was quick to take it. 'Problem solved now who's gonna save me.' There was no aid to come to my rescue so... I grabbed a spoon popped open a jar and ate the spoonful. Not worry about me guys, Sister G and the Liechty's are feeding me well. Lot's of food, baby food that is. I dread Ella's medicine as much or even more then she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON, ELLA!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(before I get sick too) *gag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.  More to come on my "Mormon pilgrimage to Mecca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-523182466421096504?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/523182466421096504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=523182466421096504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/523182466421096504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/523182466421096504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-well-soon-ella.html' title='Get well soon Ella!'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-6157912300126955688</id><published>2009-05-14T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:16:44.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...Soccer sayings that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are first you are first. If you are second, you are nothing.&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Bill Shankley                 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whoever invented soccer should be worshipped as a God. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hugo Sanchez                 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt; (funny but not true)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winning doesn’t really matter as long as you win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is like soccer, we need GOALS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no “I” in team, but there is an “I” in win&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pride you gain, is worth the pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soccer or hockey?… if you say hockey you better run and hid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Some people believe football is a matter of life and death...it is much, much more important than that.&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Bill Shankley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is a Game; Football (soccer) is Life    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank Xavier Rolon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was playing, they said soccer was a man's world and that women should remain on the sidelines. All I can say is I'm glad I never had to go up against Mia Hamm.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MY ALL TIME FAVORITE IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want to see me, you must be quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you want to catch me, you must be fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you want to beat me, you must be kidding.&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/8394101791266589761-6157912300126955688?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/6157912300126955688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=6157912300126955688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/6157912300126955688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/6157912300126955688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sayings.html' title='Sayings'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-5023852576710735509</id><published>2009-03-20T23:56:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:27:39.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then,</title><content type='html'>I don't think the majority of you need to get anymore facts on my spring break. I think Blondie has informed you already. Therefore I will just explain some random things that are rushing through my mind at the present time.&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a four way tie for the best friends in the world they are... *drum roll please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/ScheWa-xJ8I/AAAAAAAAALs/JTxIBrbY6pY/s1600-h/smiling+blackmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/ScheWa-xJ8I/AAAAAAAAALs/JTxIBrbY6pY/s400/smiling+blackmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316603099403593666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                    Gina Page,              Chelsea Anderson, Tricia           Olsen,   and     Brittney Gillespie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasons for my choices are very clear and easy to guess. Number 1, they are great at planning evil schemes. Number 2, they're fun to talk to and don't treat me as I am two years old. Finally number 3, they sure do know to make me laugh and smile (although most of the time it doesn't show)&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Brittney is not a one glance at her hair kind of person for two reasons. One, she's the brightest blond I've ever met and two she doesn't judge by  ones hair or by looks for that matter. She looks inside people and doesn't look for their faults, she looks for the good inside. Max Beerbohm once said,&lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;There's much more to Brittney than just what the eye can see. She has a great personality, very intelligent, and has a strong testimony of her Heavenly Father and his son, Jesus Christ. You don't even have to see the twinkle in her eye to feel her presence. Her testimony glows through no matter what the situation maybe. She's not the type of person you meet and just forget. She makes her mark and even in some cases a dent which continues with you. (Don't let the camel in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelsea reeeeeeally knows how to bug THE HECK OUT OF ME! Her stories and ideas are often VERY REPETITIVE! It's always fun to count how many times she uses the same story of how she had the roommate who..., college stories in general, or the "when Jill and Allison were your age" stories. Forgetful as she maybe, she always seems to make things interesting no matter how many times you hear it. Her great communication skills make people feel at easy talking to her and listening to what she has to say. Questions are always answered with easy and you're never left hanging. She always seems to know just what to say and how to say it. Loretta Young once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Listening is more than just a very rewarding habit. After awhile you discover what a world of information you can gain from hearing what others say, and If you're interested, you're interesting. All the most popular people are good listeners.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  She can find the hand of Lord in just about anything she sees whether it be the most uplifting day of prayer and revelation or a day of exhaustion with her kids. (Where did you get the idea i wanted to keep you guys young?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gina,Gina,Gina, you know I can't believe I pretty much wasted all that time I had with you. From the achievement days stuff (BORING) to the chorister in primary all wasted because I was longing for the future and yet now that it's here I'm longing for the past. All that time I could have spent getting to know you better was used trying to get as far from primary as possible. I'm starting to realize what people talk about when they say "I was so young and to blind to see the mistakes I was making." Although you sing low and away from the microphone, you still manage to project your voice. Your love for your Savior and your understanding of music helped me in many ways learn and grow. I believe that you have a limitless potential because of your strong mind and endurance to overcome the obstacles that stand in your way. Much like your cleaning skills you really know how to tackle things. You plan to pursue and pounce like a lion. Remember, the lionesses hunt not the male lion. You always have a smirk (notice not a smile but a smirk) and a spring your step. As Thomas Carlyle stated it, &lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, and its power of endurance - the cheerful man will do more in the same time, will do it better, will preserve it longer, than the sad or sullen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;In my short time with you, you should me how much I hate arts and crafts and organization although I am quite organized in everything other than cleaning my room. (coming in with pretensions for singing time and the activities for achievement days were totally jam packed with plans every week. crazy business majors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tricia, my texting buddy, I don't think I could count how many random facts I know about you alone. I'm not a stalker,I just do allot of research. I find that the more background I have on a person and the more I understand peoples past my knowledge of the present thrives. You can't fully understand Constantinople/Istanbul's history without understanding the history  of the Roman Empire.  :) So, in my defense I'm not stalking you I research not stalk. (Stop looking over your shoulder I'm not there.) :p Tricia, every word  uttered from your mouth is spoken in the tone which sounds loving, kind, and gentle. Even though your gossiping problem needs a bit of work your over all mood comes directly from your speech. It's always nice to hear clean cut vowels instead of a slur sound that I hear ever so often from my peers. Kent Nerburn once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tricia, you make things blossom by your gentle words which make your calling helping children bloom perfect for you. I know, because you have helped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was asking me what I liked about you guys and I wasn't quite sure at first. After much consideration that is what I found that I think of you individually. But as for you as a whole my mom threw in two words that I actually in someway believe to be true. You are the kind of women that I inspire to become.  A person who provides a positive example of conducting research at the highest standards could be called a role model. I do believe that those two words are appropriate. You are women of great faith and obedience to the Lord.  As much as I hate to admit this because you can hang it over my head for the rest of my life it is true. You have admirable traits and characteristics that show me the way I want to live some, from me to Sister Olsen, 12 years,from me to Sister Page,13 years, from me to Sister Gillespie,15 years, and from me to Sister Anderson, 16 years down the road. (but not all of your traits like not the book reading,curly and blond hair, and the God given pipes)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SchePq7FxjI/AAAAAAAAALk/5RIy9ECgsTU/s1600-h/laughing+blackmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SchePq7FxjI/AAAAAAAAALk/5RIy9ECgsTU/s400/laughing+blackmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316602983424050738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Thanks for all the fun guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-5023852576710735509?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/5023852576710735509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=5023852576710735509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5023852576710735509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5023852576710735509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-then.html' title='Well then,'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/ScheWa-xJ8I/AAAAAAAAALs/JTxIBrbY6pY/s72-c/smiling+blackmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-2119171230934839347</id><published>2009-01-16T18:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:19:12.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been thinking about the word integrity lately for 2 reasons. A. because I need a project for integrity and B. just because I've been thinking about what my values are and what they mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I discovered that Integrity has a hidden word it it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;inteGRITy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;GRIT. You have to have GRIT to stand to have inteGRITy.&lt;br /&gt;Grit means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unyielding courage in the face of hardship or danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Integrity means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt; the quality or state of being complete or undivided or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;firm adherence to a code of especially moral or artistic values &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to have grit to act with diligence but it takes integrity to act with endurance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to have grit to hold to the iron rod but it takes integrity to follow through and partake of the fruit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to have grit to stand up for what you know is right and it takes integrity to speak out to tell others what you know is wrong!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Integrity is more this more than just being a good person. It's the things you do and the qualities you have. Integrity is about how you act when no one is looking. Choosing the right and acting the right when theirs no one is around. I believe if you have integrity and grit :D then your friends, family, and co-works will see how you act and know that you a person of integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here are some quotes about integrity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;There can be no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;friendship without confidence; and no confidence, without integrity&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;It's not what we eat but what we digest that makes us strong; not what we gain but what we save that makes us rich; not what we read but what we remember that makes us learned; and not what we profess but what we practice that gives us integrity.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;-Sir Francis Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;Integrity is what we do, what we say, and what we say we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Don Galer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;One of the truest tests of integrity is its blunt refusal to be compromised.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Chinqa Archebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who won't cheat, then you know he never will.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-John D. MacDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Question: Do anyone have an idea of what I should do for my Integrity Project?  2/5 Posts&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/8394101791266589761-2119171230934839347?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/2119171230934839347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=2119171230934839347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/2119171230934839347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/2119171230934839347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordplay.html' title='Wordplay'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-4427420582360115592</id><published>2008-12-05T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:17:20.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever It's Life.</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to keep that dare in mind (Which will start as of January 1st, 2009) . This may actually end up being a blessing. Yeah I know you think I'm crazy for saying blogging is a blessing but if you think about it there is some logic there. First of all, my mom is bugging me about not keeping a journal. This can kind of a journal... I think and second it will give me something to do and think about what's happening a round me so I can blog about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's an introduction to a blog and it's not just any blog it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thirteen year old life is not that fun as you may recall. If you don't remember good for you because you don't want to. Well, now that I think about it, it's not all that dumb. It's always keeping me on my toes and I never know what mess I'm gonna get myself into. As they say "You're only a kid once." Well I'm going to be a kid for what... 5 years according to every state other except Alabama which recognizes you as an adult when you are 19. So I'm going to live while I still can. I'm gonna try to make my only adolescence a time worth living. One of my new favorite quotes states "I lived the life I loved and loved the life I lived." I am going to live so that when I grow older I will be able to say with all my heart just that. Read my blog and let it remind you of your childhood and imagine life as a teenager. No..... not just a teenager imagine being a 13 year old LDS girl in a world of baptists also know as Gardendale, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-4427420582360115592?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/4427420582360115592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=4427420582360115592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/4427420582360115592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/4427420582360115592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2008/12/whatever-its-life.html' title='Whatever It&apos;s Life.'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-5475990876133196459</id><published>2008-10-02T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:29:20.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of The Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished my Integrity Project.That's 3 values down and 4 to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the captain of the academic team at my school. I feel so proud in some nerdy way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I saved the best for last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I BEAT MY TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt; We did the mile last and my time is now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6:35&lt;/span&gt;!!! Yes you are reading correctly it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;6:35&lt;/span&gt;. I would just like to thank whoever made the bike.On September 15 it was three years since I messed my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I admit that blogging is not what I do best BUT  lets face it I'm 13! I don't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an equation for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No + Life = Nothing + to + Blog + About&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and get one before I blog again. : )&lt;br /&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/8394101791266589761-5475990876133196459?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/5475990876133196459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=5475990876133196459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5475990876133196459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5475990876133196459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-blog-or-not-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not Blog'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-3372189573956418322</id><published>2008-06-30T15:24:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:51:51.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Worst Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlESiLDEzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JOq-xK7l1tA/s1600-h/ugly.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlESiLDEzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JOq-xK7l1tA/s320/ugly.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217776728486908722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This little girl does not look happy. I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlH3w9qWBI/AAAAAAAAADY/DIHte8qqp18/s1600-h/falling.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlH3w9qWBI/AAAAAAAAADY/DIHte8qqp18/s200/falling.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217780666647336978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks like he's having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlIbeT44TI/AAAAAAAAADg/0V0MPxeXq2U/s1600-h/baby+on+the+wall.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlIbeT44TI/AAAAAAAAADg/0V0MPxeXq2U/s200/baby+on+the+wall.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781280115581234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their defense at least she has her duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlIvTFvdSI/AAAAAAAAADo/PX6R6c6MqZ4/s1600-h/bad+baby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlIvTFvdSI/AAAAAAAAADo/PX6R6c6MqZ4/s200/bad+baby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781620700837154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the parents are Irish don't you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlJLWhjB3I/AAAAAAAAADw/VQs7AkTpJvI/s1600-h/motorcycle+thingy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlJLWhjB3I/AAAAAAAAADw/VQs7AkTpJvI/s200/motorcycle+thingy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217782102659106674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Safe? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlKc1-z9JI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5uylNm1NVTA/s1600-h/basket+baby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 244px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlKc1-z9JI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5uylNm1NVTA/s200/basket+baby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217783502672753810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me next!Me next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlLNImzoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XE2QeHrnKk8/s1600-h/uncomfortable+baby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlLNImzoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XE2QeHrnKk8/s320/uncomfortable+baby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217784332306063618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uncomfortable toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlN4tc9xxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P65hYfrRZ_c/s1600-h/Sis.+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlN4tc9xxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P65hYfrRZ_c/s320/Sis.+G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217787279954528018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can I say about this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough cough*LOSER*cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlOLIhFpXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zldzFMZqlD8/s1600-h/Bro.+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlOLIhFpXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zldzFMZqlD8/s320/Bro.+G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217787596457223538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey no sleepin' on the job!&lt;br /&gt;It's to late Ella now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they can make a turn around for Kate and get a fresh start for the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just kidding.The Gillespie's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; deserve to be on this list.They need to be on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;universal&lt;/span&gt; worst parent list.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet another joke.&lt;/span&gt;The Gillespie's are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the best&lt;/span&gt; parents,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;people,and have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heart u Gillespie's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please don't hurt me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-3372189573956418322?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/3372189573956418322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=3372189573956418322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/3372189573956418322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/3372189573956418322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2008/06/worlds-worst-parents.html' title='Worlds Worst Parents'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/SGlESiLDEzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JOq-xK7l1tA/s72-c/ugly.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-2076260960097901074</id><published>2008-05-13T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:28:45.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back?</title><content type='html'>For those you who said Shady your wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My knee is back (kind of).&lt;br /&gt;We ran the mile today for my 9 weeks test and my time was 7 minutes and 4 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really supposed  to run it any way but I guess I bugged my teacher enough to let me run.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Although me knee was hurting me like mess,I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of work to do though.Before I messed up my knee I could run the mile in 5 minutes and 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before                                                                                5:02&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After physical therapy                                                    9:07&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now                                                                                   7 :04 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up my knee two years ago and everyone says it will never be near the same even with surgery.I am determined to show those dumb doctors wrong.My knee will be better than before.I want to  be able to play sports again and I think I am of to a pretty good start. I only have 2 minutes and 2 seconds to cut down.No wonder I got the Physical Fitness Award for the 7th grade Girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-2076260960097901074?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/2076260960097901074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=2076260960097901074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/2076260960097901074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/2076260960097901074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back?'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-7318859728084684377</id><published>2008-03-10T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:34:51.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;I only leave clues when I want you to see them!&lt;br /&gt;Remember,I know where you live!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8394101791266589761-7318859728084684377?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/7318859728084684377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=7318859728084684377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/7318859728084684377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/7318859728084684377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-stalker.html' title='&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;Hey Stalker'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394101791266589761.post-5624923766961553333</id><published>2008-02-06T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:22:58.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The On Going Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Purple&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thousands of colors in between&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;I have NO answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8394101791266589761-5624923766961553333?l=vobster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/feeds/5624923766961553333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8394101791266589761&amp;postID=5624923766961553333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5624923766961553333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8394101791266589761/posts/default/5624923766961553333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vobster.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-going-question.html' title='The On Going Question'/><author><name>Young Baldwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534832295258680505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Hck5JcOWqE/TFExsHRVCKI/AAAAAAAAANY/_SNXygEkR-k/S220/Life+in+Hands.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
