<?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-17387225</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:35:48.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So....do you like stuff??</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-116029361192202945</id><published>2006-10-08T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:46:51.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nudist wears hat and reads</title><content type='html'>LOL, I have to say to who ever drew that picture of the nudist wearing a hat and reading really made my day. I bust a gut laughing when I saw that thing. I was having a kind of crappy night up until that part. So thank you anonymous artist&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the small things can really make a difference in a person's life. Who would have thought something as simple as a naked wood's man enjoying a good book on a nice summers day would have such a large impact on a person. This will definitely give me something to ponder while I sleep! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-116029361192202945?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116029361192202945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=116029361192202945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/116029361192202945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/116029361192202945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/nudist-wears-hat-and-reads.html' title='Nudist wears hat and reads'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-115912186344499576</id><published>2006-09-24T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:23:31.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuba Slide Show</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know I went to Cuba. I loved it, it was so nice.I had a great time. It was really hot, thank goodness the hotel room had air conditioning or I would have died. Over all it was a lovely trip and I hope to do it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=23168636&amp;ver=060913" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=23168636"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=23168636"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/addfavorite.php?instanceid=23168636"&gt;Add Favorite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-115912186344499576?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115912186344499576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=115912186344499576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/115912186344499576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/115912186344499576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/09/cuba-slide-show.html' title='Cuba Slide Show'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-115346719940639854</id><published>2006-07-21T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:34:22.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny day at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/1600/Squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/Squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why so funny you ask, well this is the little squirrel that was in our store today! He was lured in by some trail mix that someone had dropped on the floor. He was just sitting there eat away when we noticed him. Morgan, Eloise and I thought he was so cute until he noticed that we were watching he and then he started to panic. I would have to lie if I said that we left the door open so he could run out. We closed the door and proceeded to try and catch him. I have some pretty funny footage on my camera of Morgan wearing giant oven mitts and trying to get him off the blinds. He was all over the place. He ran into a boc of coke, we tried to get him out and he jumped on Morgan leg. The she was going to try and walk with him to the door but he took off running up her back jumped on to me the dived at Eloise's face then he was back on the floor and ran out the door. We were all laughing so hard. It was crazy. The little guy even managed to run across a few loaves of freshly baked bread. I wish I had pictures of that. Anyway I think that is about all I feel like writing, but man was it funny. The story is much better in person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-115346719940639854?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115346719940639854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=115346719940639854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/115346719940639854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/115346719940639854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-day-at-work.html' title='Funny day at work'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-115243225079029624</id><published>2006-07-09T01:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:07:28.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow almost 2 months since my last Blog!</title><content type='html'>So I don't really have any reason that I don't blog anymore. I guess I am just blogged out for a while. It is not like I was ever all about the blog anyway, it was just one more thing for me to do pass some time here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in the Yukon still and it is draining me. I work all the time. I work 6 days a week 12 hours a day, but that is my own fault I always take on too much responsibility. I got to go home early today because it was raining so someone had to go home and I am super sick so the choice was clear. I have to say that I wasn't too disappointed. The American tourist are driving me crazy. I don't know how much longer I can deal with people asking if prices are in American or Canadian? Hello we are in Canada what do you think! One woman asked what cotton candy ice cream tasted like... umm cotton candy! I thought that one was pretty self explanatory. Another woman was amazed that the "maple walnut" ice cream, which she was hesitant to get because it wasn't "maple nut",  tasted exactly like the "maple nut" Come on people get a clue. One guy asked me how the ice cream got to our store. I said a truck. Isn't that how most freight gets around. Maybe I am just at the end of the line but people are really annoying me right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a month and 3 weeks until I will be home in S'toon. The off to Cuba. &lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about Cuba. If you have not heard Amanda, Ty and I are going to Cuba from September 3-10. I think that it will be awesome. At this point I am more excited about seeing Amanda and Ty. I miss them so much. I was looking at pictures the other day and it made me miss laughing with them. I feel really disconnected from everything right now. I don't know what to do with my self when I am not at work. I don't do anything, I go to work and come home that is it. I wish people would come visit me, but in the end I know that would be no fun for them because I would just be working all the time and would not be able to hang out with them. So it is really a lose lose situation. Oh well it is going to pay off when I am sitting on the beach in Cuba laughing and having the time of my life with the two greatest people I know. I think I would be lost without them, and they will be stuck with me until the end of time! Suckers, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-115243225079029624?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115243225079029624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=115243225079029624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/115243225079029624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/115243225079029624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow-almost-2-months-since-my-last-blog.html' title='Wow almost 2 months since my last Blog!'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-114793407329893994</id><published>2006-05-18T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:35:54.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have no time to blog?</title><content type='html'>Well there is really no reason why I have no time to blog, I am just not in the blogging mood. I hate when that happens. I don't think that anything of any importance has happened to write about. However I have just recently discovered how clumsy and un-graceful I truly am, and now I am going to give some fine examples of why I have come to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with just the other day I was thinking I would be nice and helpful and make some bread in the bread machine for my parents. So I get everything together and put it all in the thinger that holds all the stuff and as I am walking across the kitchen to place it ever so gently in the bread machine my hand decides that it no longer want to hold the thinger that goes inside and all the contents of the before mentioned "thinger" spill all over the floor. My Step-dad responds "with don't bother trying to save any of it"!! Man that made me bust a gut. There was flour from one end of the kitchen to the other, there was no saving to be had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an example from my place of work. I work in an ice cream store, and we have bottles of different flavors of syrup. Well there is a few kinds of syrup that have to be filled with a hose that goes ever so slow. So me being a multi-tasker, or so I thought, figured it would be a great idea for me to undergo some other tasks while I wait for the bottle to fill. Well I forgot about the bottle and when I came back there was orange, very sticky syrup all over the floor and under the freezers. So I spent more time cleaning this up than doing other things that had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spilled milk all over the floor at home, but it was in my way when I was trying to get something else out of the fridge. I didn't cry. Oh yeah then there was the salt!!Oh the salt. My step dad was commenting on how we were running low on salt and we would need to purchase some more. Well I pick up the salt shaker and say there is a little in here, but it is all stuck together. So I start shaking it to break up the salt blob. Well the lid goes flying and salt goes every where. Needless to say we really needed to get salt after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is just a few of the clumsy stupid things I have done in the last few weeks or so. I feel sorry for anyone who have befriended me. I don't know how you do it. I would go crazy if I had to hang out with someone like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-114793407329893994?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114793407329893994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=114793407329893994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114793407329893994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114793407329893994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-do-i-have-no-time-to-blog.html' title='Why do I have no time to blog?'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-114607425963760096</id><published>2006-04-26T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:38:10.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG # 2 from the Yukon</title><content type='html'>So I wrote blog # 1 from the Yukon and then this crazy computer went and restarted itself without any warning so now I am back here writing a new blog, stupid new blog there is no way it will compare to the old one but I will try.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so Grad was great, good times had by all I think! Ty came to pick up Amanda and I, he brought us flowers it was so sweet! He is such a good guy, all you ladies out there should get in on that, however you have to go through Amanda and I, we have a strict screening process that you have to undergo! Ok that sounded kind of like we are creepy, controlling weirdo's, which is not the case we just want the best for him. Anyway that was an off the wall tangent, but I felt it necessary to include!&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride here was ok, super long but ok! There was a drunk guy in Edmonton who made me look after his stuff and then told me that I should get high for long trips like that one, then I saw a guy with a 3 foot long fox tail attached to his pants! What is that about I don't know. Maybe some people find it odd that I wear pants! I had no music for the entire trip so I pretty much wanted to pull my hair out! I met two nice people one girl who went to Telsin, Yukon, she is kind of from S'toon so that was cool. She gave me chocolate covered coffee beans which kept me pretty wired making sleep not really an option. Then there was a guy that came all the way to Whitehorse I knew I had seem him before, so when he came up to me and said "so I heard you say you are headed to Dawson" I wasn't too freaked out! Oh yeah I forgot about Mr. G-Unit! Man this kid was maybe 18-20 and he thought he was a gangster! LOL, and he had a white jacket that said G-Unit! I couldn't help but laugh every time I saw him. I think that is about all the people who made any kind of lasting impression on my life other than the Asian couple but that is whole different story, that I don't really want to go into right now.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Whitehorse I met my parents in a skeazy hotel, which they love and always go to... oh well. It was 4:30 am and I jumped on my step dad, smashed my face into his chest, and gave myself a bleeding nose. It was kind of gross but rather funny. We slept for a few hours then we hit the road again. We were pulling a 30 foot trailer behind our truck so it made things a little slow! There wasn't room for all of us to fit in the truck, so my mom spent the 7 hour trip in the box! Sounds a little crazy but it is true. The Yukon is a crazy place, the oddest things happen around here.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so now I am here in Dawson and last night I almost wanted to kill everyone. There was people everywhere, the house was full of smoke and all I wanted to do was have a shower and go to bed. I was unable to do that, so I thought the next best option was to hide in the bathroom and cry my face off! It worked pretty good I thought! I talked to Ty and Amanda so that made things better in some ways and worse in others. It comforted me to hear from them, but made me miss S'toon more, I guess I just have to take the good with the bad. I have spent most of today talking on MSN and trying to get my camper all set up and ready for me to live in. I get to paint it today so that will be good, and Ty it is going to be white NOT neon green and pink and whatever colors you thought would look good.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about all I have for adventures from the Yukon for right now! I am sure there will be more exciting things to come so stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-114607425963760096?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114607425963760096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=114607425963760096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114607425963760096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114607425963760096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-2-from-yukon.html' title='BLOG # 2 from the Yukon'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-114321615418437655</id><published>2006-03-24T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:12:17.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me I'm Irish</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what I want to write about, but it's been a while since I have written a blog! Man I wish I still had internet at my house... Life sucks when you are poor, but summer is just around the corner so I will be making money. I am so excited about my job this summer. For those of you who don't know I am going to be running an ice cream store! I worked there a little last year and it was fun. I just finished getting everything sorted out so I will be able to start work as soon as I get home! If any of you are in Dawson this summer you had better come for ice cream! There is only one ice cream store so no excuses about not being able to find me! I will see right through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/1600/roommate.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/400/roommate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I saw this the other day and I laughed my face off. It reminded me of something Scott and Sheldon would do! Then I tried to think of all the funny stuff I have done to my roomates over the years, and it reminded me of an email I got one time, that made me laugh so I thought I would share it with you! It is kind of long, and I thought about only putting some highlights but it was all so good! LOL hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;101 Fun Things to Do to Freak Out Your College Roommate!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Insist that you are a vegetarian and protest anytime your roommate eats meat. Then leave "Slim Jim" wrappers on the floor and lie on the bed holding your stomach everytime your roommate walks in. If he/she asks about the wrappers, say you know nothing about them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get some hair. Disperse it around your roommate's head while he/she is asleep. Keep a pair of scissors by your bed. Snicker at your roommate every morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time your roommate walks in yell, "Hooray! You're back!" as loud as you can and dance around the room for five minutes. Afterwards, keep looking at your watch and saying, "Shouldn't you be going somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;4. Trash the room when your roommate's not around. Then leave and wait for your roommate to come back. When he/she does, walk in and act surprised. Say, "Uh-oh, it looks like, THEY, were here again."&lt;br /&gt;5. Every time you see your roommate yell, "You jerk" and kick him/her in the stomach. Then buy him/her some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;6. Set your roommate's bed on fire. Apologize and explain that you've been watching too much "Beavis &amp;amp; Butthead." Do it again. Tell him/her that you're not sorry because this time, they deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Put your glasses on before you go to bed. Take them off as soon as you wake up. If your roommate asks, explain that they are Magic Dream Glasses. Complain that you've been having terrible nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat lots of "Lucky Charms." Pick out all the yellow moons and stockpile them in the closet. If your roommate inquires, explain that visitors are coming, but you can't say anything more, or you'll have to face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;9. Set up meetings with your roommate's faculty advisor. Inquire about his/her academic potential. Take lots of notes, and then give your roommate a full report. Insist that he/she do the same.&lt;br /&gt;10. "Drink" a raw egg for breakfast every morning. Explain that you are in training. Eat a dozen donuts every night.&lt;br /&gt;11. Every Thursday, pack up everything you own and tell your roommate you're going home. Come back in an hour and explain that no one was home. Unpack everything and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;12. Every time you wake up, start yelling, "Help! Where am I?!" and run around the room for a few minutes. Then go back to bed. If your roommate asks, say you don't know what he/she is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;13. Draw a tiny, black spot on your arm. Make it bigger every day. Look at it and say, "It's spreading, it's spreading."&lt;br /&gt;14. Buy a McDonald's "Happy Meal" for lunch every day. Eat the straw and the napkin. Throw everything else away.&lt;br /&gt;15. Buy a plant. Sleep with it at night. Talk to it. After a few weeks, start to argue with it loudly. Then yell, "I can't live in the same room with you," storm out of the room and slam the door. Get rid of the plant, but keep the pot. Refuse to discuss the plant ever again.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy a Jack-In-The-Box. Every day, turn the handle until the clown pops out. Scream continuously for twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Hang up pictures of chickens all over the room. If your roommate eats eggs, yell at him/her and call him/her a cannibal.&lt;br /&gt;18. Buy some knives. Sharpen them every night. While you're doing so, look at your roommate and mutter, "Soon, soon...."&lt;br /&gt;19. Lock the door while your roommate is out. When he/she comes back and tries to unlock it, yell, "Don't come in, I'm naked!" Keep this up for several hours. When you finally let your roommate in, immediately take off all of your clothes, and ignore your roommate.&lt;br /&gt;20. Bring in potential "new" roommates from around campus. Give them tours of the room and the building. Have them ask about your roommate in front of him/her, and reply, "Oh, him/her? He/she won't be here much longer."&lt;br /&gt;21. If your roommate comes home after midnight, hit him/her on the head with a rolling pin. Immediately go to bed, muttering, "Ungrateful little..."&lt;br /&gt;22. Pile dirty dishes in your roommate's bed. Insist that you don't know how they got there.&lt;br /&gt;23. Collect hundreds of pens and pile them on one side of the room. Keep one pencil on the other side of the room. Laugh at the pencil.&lt;br /&gt;24. Feign a serious illness for two weeks. Have a priest come to your room and visit you. Write out a will, leaving everything to your roommate. One day, miraculously "recover." Insist that your roommate write out a will, leaving everything to you. Every time he/she coughs, excitedly say, "Oooh, are you dying?"&lt;br /&gt;25. Live in the hallway for a month. Afterwards, bring all of your stuff back into the room and tell your roommate, "Okay, your turn."&lt;br /&gt;26. Keep a tarantula in a jar for three days. Then get rid of the tarantula. If your roommate asks, say, "Oh, he's around here somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;27. Tell your roommate, "I've got an important message for you." Then pretend to faint. When you recover, say you can't remember what the message was. Later on, say, "Oh, yeah, I remember!" Pretend to faint again. Keep this up for several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;28. Bowl inside the room. Set up tournaments with other people in the building. Award someone a trophy. If your roommate wants to bowl too, explain that he/she needs bowling shoes.&lt;br /&gt;29. Walk backwards all the time. Then pretend to trip and hurt yourself. Fake an injury and go through a long, painful recovery. Start walking backwards again.&lt;br /&gt;30. While your roommate is out, glue your shoes to the ceiling. When your roommate walks in, sit on the floor, hold your head, and moan.&lt;br /&gt;31. Explain to your roommate that you're going to be housing a prospective student in the near future. One day, bring in a pig. If your roommate protests, hug the pig and tell your roommate that he/she hurt its feelings. Watch T.V with the pig, eating lots of bacon.&lt;br /&gt;32. Make a sandwich. Don't eat it, leave it on the floor. Ignore the sandwich. Wait until your roommate gets rid of it, and then say, "Hey, where is my sandwich!?" Complain loudly that you are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;33. Punch a hole in the T.V. Sit and watch it anyway, complaining about the poor picture quality.&lt;br /&gt;34. Wear a cape. Stand in front of an open window for about an hour every day. Then, one day, when your roommate is gone, go outside and lie down underneath the window, pretending to be hurt, and wait for your roommate to return. The next day, start standing in front of the window again.&lt;br /&gt;35. Collect potatoes. Paint faces on them and give them names. Name one after your roommate. Separate your roommate's potato from the others. Wait a few days, and then bake your roommate's potato and eat it. Explain to your roommate, "He just didn't belong."&lt;br /&gt;36. Fill an empty shaving cream can with whipped cream. Use it to shave, and then spray some into your mouth. Later on, complain that you feel sick. Continue this process for several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;37. Cover your bed with a tent. Live inside it for a week. If your roommate asks, explain that "It's a jungle out there." Get your roommate to bring you food and water.&lt;br /&gt;38. Keep a vacuum cleaner in the middle of the room. Look at it with fear for a few days. Then stay out of the room entirely, opening the door only a crack and whispering to your roommate, "Psst! Is it gone?"&lt;br /&gt;39. Break the window with a rock. If your roommate protests, explain that you were hot. Open and close the broken window as you normally would.&lt;br /&gt;40. Throw darts at a bare wall. All of a sudden, act excited, telling your roommate that you hit the bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;41. Send flowers to your roommate, with a card that says, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." When you see them, start ripping up the flowers. Repeat the process for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;42. Call your roommate "Clyde" by accident. Start doing so every so often. Increase the frequency over the next few weeks, until you are calling him "Clyde" all the time. If your roommate protests, say, "I'm sorry. I won't do that anymore, Murray."&lt;br /&gt;43. Hire a night watchman to guard the room while you are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;44. Move everything to one side of the room. Ask your roommate if he knows how much an elephant weighs, and look at the floor on the empty side of the room with concern.&lt;br /&gt;45. Practice needlepoint every night. At one point, grab your thumb and scream, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Cry hysterically for a few minutes, and then go to bed. Sob and sniff all night.&lt;br /&gt;46. When your roommate comes in, pretend that you are on the phone, screaming angrily and shouting obscenities. After you hang up, say, "That was your mom. She said she'd call back."&lt;br /&gt;47. Every time your roommate comes in, immediately turn off the lights and go to bed. When he/she leaves, get up and loudly yell, "Okay, guys, you can come out now."&lt;br /&gt;48. Start wearing a crown, all the time. If your roommate tells you to take it off, say, "Who do you think you are? A king?"&lt;br /&gt;49. Sit in front of a chess board for hours, saying nothing, doing nothing. Then, look up and say, "I think this game goes a lot faster with two players."&lt;br /&gt;50. Talk back to your "Rice Krispies." All of a sudden, act offended, throw the bowl on the floor and kick it. Refuse to clean it up, explaining, "No, I want to watch them suffer."&lt;br /&gt;51. Change the locks on the door. Don't let your roommate in unless he/she says the secret word. Change the secret word often. If your roommate can 't guess the secret word, make him/her pay a tithe.&lt;br /&gt;52. Scatter stuffed animals around the room. Put party hats on them. Play loud music. When your roommate walks in, turn off the music, take off the party hats, put away the stuffed animals, and say, "Well, it was fun while it lasted."&lt;br /&gt;53. Hang a tire swing from the ceiling. Act like a monkey. If someone besides your roommate comes in, cease acting like a monkey and claim that the tire swing was your roommate's idea. When you and your roommate are alone again, continue acting like a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;54. Unplug everything in the room except for one toaster. Pray to the toaster. Bring it gifts. Throw some of your roommate's possessions out the window. Say that the toaster made you do it.&lt;br /&gt;55. Challenge your roommate to a duel. If he refuses, claim that you have won by forfeit and therefore conquered his side of the room. Insist that he remove all of his possessions immediately.&lt;br /&gt;56. Sign your roommate up for various activities. (Campus tour guide, blood donor, organ donor).&lt;br /&gt;57. Start dressing like an Indian. If your roommate inquires, claim that you are getting in touch with your Native-American roots. If your roommate accuses you of not having any Native-American roots, claim that he/she has offended your people and put a curse on your roommate.&lt;br /&gt;58. Wear your shoes on the wrong feet, all the time. Constantly complain that your feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;59. Hit your roommate on the head with a brick. Claim that you were trying to kill a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;60. Steal something valuable of your roommate's. If he/she asks about it, tell him/her that you traded it for some magic beans. Give some beans to your roommate.&lt;br /&gt;61. Instead of turning off the light switch, smash the light bulb with a hammer. Put a new bulb in the next day. Complain often about the cost of light bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;62. Videotape yourself hammering a nail into a wall for a while, and then stopping. Play the tape in your room. Right before the hammering stops on the videotape, look at the screen and say, "Don't do that."&lt;br /&gt;63. Buy a lamp. Tell your roommate it's a magic lamp, with a genie inside it. Spend a week thinking about what to wish for. At the end of the week, report that someone has released the genie from the lamp. Blame your roommate.&lt;br /&gt;64. Whenever your roommate brushes his/her teeth, watch him/her do so. Take notes. Write a paper on it, and circulate it around campus. If your roommate protests, say, "The people have a right to know!"&lt;br /&gt;65. Collect potato chips that you think look like famous people. Find one that looks like your roommate. Burn it, and explain, "It had to be done."&lt;br /&gt;66. Read the phone book out loud and excitedly. ("Frank Johnson! Oh, wow! 837-9494! Holy cow!")&lt;br /&gt;67. Shadow box several times a day. One day, walk in looking depressed. If your roommate asks what's wrong, explain that your shadow can't box with you anymore due to an injury. Ask your roommate if you can box with his/her shadow.&lt;br /&gt;68. When you walk into the room, look at your roommate in disgust and yell, "Oh, you're here!" Walk away yelling and cursing.&lt;br /&gt;69. Put up flyers around the building, reporting that your roommate is missing. Offer a reward for his/her safe return.&lt;br /&gt;70. Buy a watermelon. Draw a face on it and give it a name. Ask your roommate if the watermelon can sleep in his/her bed. If your roommate says no, drop the watermelon out the window. Make it look like a suicide. Say nasty things about your roommate at the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;71. Draw a chalk outline on the floor. When your roommate comes in, say, "Don't worry. It's not what you think." If he/she asks about it again, immediately change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;72. Drink a cup of coffee every morning. When you finish it, gnaw on the mug for about ten minutes. Then, look at your roommate, immediately put the mug away, and quickly leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;73. Paint a tunnel on the wall like they do in cartoons. Every day, hit your head as you attempt to crawl through it. Hold your head and grumble, "I'll get that pesky road runner...."&lt;br /&gt;74. Leave memos on your roommate's bed that say things like, "I know what you did," and "Don't think you can fool me." Sign them in blood.&lt;br /&gt;75. Hold a raffle, offering your roommate as first prize. If he/she protests, tell him/her that it's all for charity.&lt;br /&gt;76. Make cue cards for your roommate. Get them out whenever you'd like to have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;77. Talk like a pirate, all the time. Threaten to make your roommate walk the plank if he/she doesn't swab the deck. Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;78. Set up about twenty plants in an organized formation. When your roommate walks in, pretend to be in the middle of delivering a speech to the plants. Whisper to them, "We'll continue this later," while eyeing your roommate suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;79. Buy a telescope. Sit on your bed and look across the room at your roommate through the telescope. When you're not using the telescope, act like your roommate is too far away for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;80. Keep some worms in a shoebox. When doing homework, go and consult with the worms every so often. Then become angry, shouting at the worms that they're stupid and they don't know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;81. Watch "Psycho" every day for a month. Then act excited every time your roommate goes to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;82. Wear a paper hat. Every time your roommate walks in, say, "Welcome to McDonalds, can I take your... Oh, it's just you." Take off the hat, sit, and pout.&lt;br /&gt;83. Go through your roommate's textbooks with a red pen, changing things and making random corrections. If your roommate protests, tell him/her that you just couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;84. Leave the room at random, knock on the door, and wait for your roommate to let you back in. If he/she asks about it, go on a tangent about the importance of good manners.&lt;br /&gt;85. Hang a horseshoe above the door. Make up stories about having had good luck. Then, take the horseshoe down and wrap your head in bandages. When you see your roommate, look above the door where the horseshoe used to be, hold your head, and mutter, "Stupid horseshoe...."&lt;br /&gt;86. Carve a jack-o-lantern. Complain to your roommate that the jack-o-lantern has been staring at you. The next day, tell your roommate that the jack-o-lantern thinks he/she has been staring at it. Confide in your roommate that you really don't like thejack-o-lantern, but you can't convince it to move out.&lt;br /&gt;87. As soon as your roommate turns the light off at night, begin singing famous operas as loud as you can. When your roommate turns on the light, look around and pretend to be confused.&lt;br /&gt;88. Hang a basketball net on the wall. Challenge your refrigerator to basketball games, and play them in front of your roommate. Do so for about a month. Confide in your roommate that you think the refrigerator has been taking steroids.&lt;br /&gt;89. Drink lots of lemonade. Talk obnoxiously for hours about how much you love lemonade. Then, one day, paint your face yellow. From then on, complain about how much you hate lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;90. Late at night, start conversations that begin with, "Remember the good old days, when we used to..." and make up stories involving you and your roommate.&lt;br /&gt;91. Whenever your roommate sneezes, go and hide in the closet for about and hour. Look around nervously for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;92. Sit and stare at your roommate for hours. Bring others in to join you. Eat peanuts, throwing a few at your roommate. Then say, "Boy, these zoos just aren't what they used to be."&lt;br /&gt;93. Tell your roommate that your toe hurts, and that means there's going to be an earthquake, soon. While your roommate is out, trash everything on his/her side of the room. When he/she returns, explain that the earthquake hit, but only on one side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;94. Buy a gun. Clean it every day. One day, put a band-aid on your forehead, and refuse to discuss the gun ever again.&lt;br /&gt;95. Buy a lobster. Pretend to play cards with it. Complain to your roommate that the lobster is making up his own rules.&lt;br /&gt;96. Make pancakes every morning, but don't eat them. Draw faces on them, and toss them in the closet. Watch them for several hours each day. Complain to your roommate that your "pancake farm" isn't evolving into a self-sufficient community. Confide in your roommate that you think the king of the pancakes has been taking bribes.&lt;br /&gt;97. While you are ironing, pretend to burn yourself. Start a garbage can fire in the middle of the room. Toss the iron inside. If your roommate objects, explain that you are just trying to get even.&lt;br /&gt;98. Buy some turtles. Paint numbers on their backs. Race them down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;99. Create an army of animal crackers. Put them through basic training. Set up little checkpoints around the room. Tell your roommate that the camel spotted him/her in a restricted area and said not to do it again. Ask your roommate to apologize to the camel.&lt;br /&gt;100. Put out a plate of cookies at night. Tell your roommate that they're for the Sandman. Take a bite out of one of the cookies while your roommate is asleep. The next morning, accuse your roommate of having bitten one of the cookies. If he/she tries to tell you the Sandman did it, insist that you know what the Sandman's teeth marks look like and that those are, in fact, not the Sandman's teeth marks. Grumble angrily and storm out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;101. Post this list over your bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-114321615418437655?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114321615418437655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=114321615418437655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114321615418437655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114321615418437655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/03/kiss-me-im-irish.html' title='Kiss me I&apos;m Irish'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-114192427580864727</id><published>2006-03-09T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:11:15.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord is Good to me!</title><content type='html'>So last night as I was stressing yet again over something that I have no need to stress over, I was most surprised to get a buzz at my door, that was unknown to the preson, but an answer to mych time spent in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed by the people in this school you all have no idea how much you really mean to me. I guess I could me more vocal about it but that just isn't my style. I thank God every day for the people he has placed in my life. You all mean the world to me and I don't know where I would be with out you.&lt;br /&gt;Over the last month or so I have been keeping close to home because I was letting the worries of life get me down. Not the best approach, but what can you do! I don't know how to deal with things other than to bottle them all up and make myself go crazy! I pray to God to help me, but I think because of all the disapointing things that have happened in my life I find it hard to trust that he will be there for me! I know that he has done so much for me and I have no reason to not fully trust Him, but in the back of my mind I some times think that maybe this time he won't pull through or something. I am not sure what I am really talking about I am just kind of rambling here. Feel free to stop reading anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I have decided to go home for the summer, that is all I can really think about. I am so excited and so scared at the same time. Dawson is a crazy place and I usually find myself lost (spiritually) there. I want to go there and live a life that God would be proud of me for, but I am scared I will let him down once again, as I always do! I am also so excited to see me mom. I haven't seen her in about 4 years, and I have seen here for all of about 3 days in the last 7 years. We have an odd relationship and I want to see if there is a way that we can get it back in track some how. Anyway this is not what I started this blog as! I just wanted to give a shout out too al l the people that had a hand in the gift I was given last night! You are the greatest and I love you all very much. I pray that God will bless you all in amazing ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-114192427580864727?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114192427580864727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=114192427580864727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114192427580864727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114192427580864727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/03/lord-is-good-to-me.html' title='The Lord is Good to me!'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-114106066971567491</id><published>2006-02-27T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:17:51.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the computer lab all alone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh wait Char. just came to say Hello! But now she is gone again. She was gone on a blitz trip this weekend so I was getting to DL on what all happened. I for one stayed here in S'toon this weekend. It was an alright weekend. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened. Amanda got her new glasses, she was excited about that for a little while, but then she thought she looked like a nerd and the excitement wore off. I think she looks good, and well she can see so that is always a bonus. Sunday was fun, our blitz team went to Lawson Heights Pentecostal Church and did a drama there, and Special was playing so it was a grand church day. Then I went home for lunch and Shannon called and wanted me to come hang out with her at the school. We watched cheaper by the dozen, which I have seen many times but it was ok. Joe and Jordan came by mid movie and made the whole experience a little more memorable, pointing out that certain people in the room looked like certain people in the movie, and Joe being completely consumed with mustaches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that is about it for my weekend. Not too exciting, but I think that we all need that once and a while. Time to sit back relax and enjoy what God has given us. I had a good God talk with Phil Saturday night and it really made me think about some things that I am doing and not doing in my life. I always feel like I am not doing things that I should be doing and then I get discouraged. I think I came into this year expecting too much to happened all at once, then when things didn't go as planned I start to get down! I should really stop planning things, who needs to be organized... Ok I need to be organized it is just the way I am, but if you can get away with out being organized all the power to ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just worrying too much about what I am going to do after this year. It is almost March so there is only 2 more months of this year left, then I don't know what I am going to do with my life. I thought that this year was going to be the year I grew up and started dealing with my life in an adult fashion. I would stop jumping around from school to school and from this job to that job. I want to figure out what I am supposed to do and go and do it. I hate the waiting part, but then again maybe that is what I need to learn. To wait for God's time, Him and his perfect timing, come on I want to know now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am kind rambling on now so I am going to go get ready for class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-114106066971567491?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114106066971567491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=114106066971567491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114106066971567491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114106066971567491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-computer-lab-all-alone-oh-wait-char.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-114072283328789023</id><published>2006-02-23T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:50:10.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a New Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't blogged for a while, but I was gone for Spring break as most of you know. Then when I got back to Saskatoon......well I have been doing much more important things than writing in my blog. So yeah that is all the excuses I feel like making at this point! So I am going to give some high lites from Thompson MB./The Pas MB.* that is where I went for spring break* Ready....Set....Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taking a wrong road, an unmaintained road, then getting stuck in a snow storm&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to Aaron Cater CD's, as well as other old school boy bands (B4-4, Hanson, Moffats etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Jennie's nice new home in the Pas, and meeting her parents. They are awesome&lt;br /&gt;-Finding stuff broken on my car when we were digging all the snow out of the wheel wells&lt;br /&gt;-Talking to my Step dad about Thompson, he was there in 1959/60. He was a little concerned about what I was getting myself into&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting Wes's Family, also awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;-Seth!!! (Wes's dog, but I think he is really a small horse)&lt;br /&gt;-Wes spitting a mint half across Boston Pizza by accident! LOL, he was so embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;-Wes passing out because he ate too much beef stroganoff! LOL, what a guy, lets just say Wes was a high light because I am sure I could go on for a while!&lt;br /&gt;-Going for drives, hanging out and having great talks with Josh Kendrick!&lt;br /&gt;-Staying up until 4 am laughing with Jennie&lt;br /&gt;-Going back to the Pas, on the right road!!&lt;br /&gt;-And coming home! I liked coming home, Jennie's mom packed me a lunch it was so sweet of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there is a bunch more funny stuff, but those are this things that stick out to me right now! It was a good week, but I am glad to be home! It is always nice to come home. Oh yeah speaking of which I have decided to go home (to Dawson) for the summer. I am excited and scared and well there is a mix of emotions that I am going through right now. I think the thing that will keep me going for the summer is knowing that when I get back to S'toon in August I am going to California with Amanda, Ty, and Phil. I am so excited for this road trip. It will be my first time in the States, other than Alaska! Woot Woot California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So class is stating soon so I have to get going&lt;br /&gt;Shalom Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-114072283328789023?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114072283328789023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=114072283328789023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114072283328789023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/114072283328789023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-new-post-so-i-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113872447662034820</id><published>2006-01-31T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:21:16.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hangin' out in Jennie's Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good luck to everyone how is writing a test in Christian Era right now... I knew there was a reason I didn't take that class!! It seems like a hard test as well, so again good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have too much to report, I had a pretty laid back weekend. Friday was a good night. Amanda, Ty, and I went to see Phil's improv show, and as always he was amazing. I give a lot of credit to that guy, he can sure think on his feet. I could never do that. If you have not gone to see the show I recommend it, well if you are into improv I guess that would make it better.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Friday night 11 pm, at the Off Broadway theater. Then after the show Ty and Phil came over and we just hung out for a while and that was Friday. Saturady was not so exciting. I stayed home and cleaned all day, then I got into one of those moods where you don't want to hang out with anyone and I did just that.  I felt kind of bad because a few people phoned and I just didn't answer. If you are one of those people, I am very sorry, but you wouldn't have wanted to hang out with me anyway, I was in a terrible mood.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good day, I went to Westside church with Jennie K. and Jennie Y. The band from school was playing and they were awesome, they always are. They are going to be playing at college connection, another thing that I think people should come out for.  Bowling on Friday!!! Woot Woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jennie is back now and I am going to hang out with her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113872447662034820?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113872447662034820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113872447662034820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113872447662034820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113872447662034820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/hangin-out-in-jennies-room-good-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113829582086371203</id><published>2006-01-26T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:17:04.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, right now I am wondering why I didn't take History of Christian Era. Everyone is in that class, and I have nothing to do. So I thought that I would write a blog. I think that I will talk about my good friend Amanda a.k.a Rosa a.k.a Slamhog!!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Amanda for all of you who don't know her, she is so awesome and HOT!!! She has been going to SBC here in Saskatoon, and she will be done in July when she will become a real live Adult. HOT adult!  She will have a steady job and everything. She is a year younger than me, and she seems to be moving along faster than I am. We were in the same place this summer, than WHAM before I knew it she was all grown up. I guess the fact that I sometimes still think of myself as 19 makes it a little harder to think of myself as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Amanda, who is HOT. Yesterday, she finally entered into the wonderful of email. Ok well it isn't that bad, she has had an email address for a while now, but she never uses it ever, and yesterday I got an email from her and I almost crapped my pants! I was skocked and amazed, and I couldn't wait to open it up to see what it said, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         Hey rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          sorry i had to leave so quickly this morning. i really want to hear the rest of your story and i need to tell you mine yet. you may get this after i have already seen you tonight but anyways, i was just bored in the most retarded class ever. love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          mandi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it was nothing too exciting, but it really made my day! Amanda is the greatest and if you have not had a chance to meet her yet, let me know and we can set something up.  I highly recomend it!!!! If any of you want her email let me know and if I approve of you sending her emails I will let you have it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Chapel is soon so I have to get going.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113829582086371203?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113829582086371203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113829582086371203&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113829582086371203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113829582086371203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-good-ok-right-now-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113811806598402872</id><published>2006-01-24T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:54:25.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DID IT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Dad last night that I was a Christian and that I was going to Bible School. So all of you out there that were praying fo me, thank you so much. You are all the best. I would also like to give a shout out (LOL I said shout out) to Courtney Bowman, she gave a really great message on Sunday when we were in Melville and I think that was my inpiration to call my dad and tell him. So thank you Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was really cool about the whole thing and I am glad about that. So all my fears were pointless and about nothing. Anyway this is going to be short because I have an assignment to do! Oh Longenecker how I am not overly exicted to read you and write a paper about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you you have the same assignment as me Good luck to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113811806598402872?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113811806598402872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113811806598402872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113811806598402872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113811806598402872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-did-it-i-told-my-dad-last-night-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113804505371807876</id><published>2006-01-23T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:37:37.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love Blitz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I am I sitting in the computer lab at the school and I am thinking about the weekend I just had. It was such a good weekend. I went out with my Blitz Team on Friday morning at about 9 am to Melville and Yorkton. Well wait lets go back a few days and start from the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We start this semesters Team on good and bad notes. Megan and Tim are gone, and Charlotte has decided to become a trader and moved to the music Blitz team... What a lady, just leaves us in our time of desperation. Anyway the good note was that Ty was joining, and I becoming a new friend of Ty's was rather excited. So yeah things are going ok. There was only four people at our first practice so I was getting a little worried, but I knew that it was going to be ok. Then I find out that Amanda Hacking (our leader) was not going to be coming back for this semester either so then the panic was on... well not really a panic but there was concerns. So fast forward a little bit to Wednesday's practice and we find out that our team is in charge of running a mini youth retreat!!!!! SAY WHAT!!!!!! We have two days to organize a whole weekend, we had to do everything from speaking to games it was nutz!!! Some of us didn't know the skits we had to do, we didn't know what we were speaking on, we had no games really planned, it was a little scary.&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;So back to Friday (which was Ty's birthday), Rus, Marilee and myself go just after 8 am to get the van we had rented, and Rus goes I don't really know where the place is where we have to get the van. "I was told it was some where on 8th street by the Co-op and the Super Store" He says. So we drive down 8th and we are looking and we can't find it. So I say "why don't we stop in at the Co-op gas station and asks someone", and low and behold there attached to the Co-op was the Budget place we were looking for! We had a good laugh about that! &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;Ok, we get the van and go back to the school to get everyone loaded up, and we were on the road by 9 am. It takes about 4 hours to get to Melville, so we had some time to laugh and sleep and just hangout. I love our team we all get along so well and we are almost always laughing about something. Oh Yeah Melissa and Piper (who we have decided looks like Mickey Mouse) came along with us to do music with Kristine. I figure they are just part of the team now. &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;Anyway we got to Melville and things went so well! It all came together in such an awesome way I was amazed. Phil spoke the first night and he was so good. The kids loved it. Then came the time when we were going to go to bed, well I have to say that I only got an hour of sleep that night, but it was ok I had fun. Then we hung out with the kids and I spoke and Rus spoke and it was awesome. I think Rus was a little discouraged because one kid told him his message was "a little lengthy", I was funny because of who the kid is, but I think Rus took it hard. I have to say I thought Rus did great. &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;Yeah then we went to Yorkton and It was good too, that is a whole different story but this blog is getting really long and I am sure you all stopped reading a while ago, but what I really wanted to say is I love you all Blitz team you made my weekend awesome. Thanks to everyone in Melville and Yorkton they are great people, I think that God is really moving in both those towns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to go home and take a nap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113804505371807876?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113804505371807876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113804505371807876&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113804505371807876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113804505371807876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-blitz.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113699684074403087</id><published>2006-01-11T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:29:26.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to school! Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool! I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well here I am in a New Year and back at school. Things are going really well this year and I am excited to see what God has in store for me as I work my way through this school and into this summer and so on. I have to admit that I am kind of scared because I really don't know what I am going to do with myself after this school year. Oh well I guess I just have to wait and see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else do I have to say right now, not too much really I am kind of bored right now I am in Jennie's room writing this, waiting for everyone to get out of class so I have something to do! I hate waiting it is the worst. Then chapel time in 15 mins. Jennie should be here soon I am excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah I guess I should let you all in on a little secret I have been neglecting to tell you, I didn't tell my Dad. I know you are all shocked and appauled at me right now, and you have every right to be. I was so excited that I was going to tell him and there was a few times I guess where I could have tossed the idea out and see what he had to say, but when it came down to it I just couldn't do it! I am sorry all of you who were praying for me and such. I will be sure to let you all know when I actually do tell him! It is really hard to talk to my Dad, I know that is a terrible excuse but that is what I am going to keep telling myself! So yeah that is that! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennie just got back! Woot Woot, now the party can really start! Well for 5 mins  unitl we have to leave, but really if any of you know Jennie K. you would know that in 5 mins you can have a pretty sweet party! She is so awesome! I had a sleep over here in Saturday night and it was the bomb! We laughed we cried and we laughed some more! I don't think there is really a time when we hang out that we don't find something funny to talk/laugh about. This is a rare find so I will be sure to keep her around! She has made my school year so great! So Jennie if  you are reading this I love you, and we should be friends forever! LOL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway I gotta get going to chapel so I will write again another time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113699684074403087?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113699684074403087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113699684074403087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113699684074403087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113699684074403087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school-back-to-school-to-prove.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113520932049051787</id><published>2005-12-21T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:52:29.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As it draws near to Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;So I sit at my Dad's computer wondering what I am doing here! I came here to tell him that I am a Christian but I can't seem to do it! It is the hardest thing and I don't know why. He is just such a good guy, and I guess in the end I don't want to hurt his feelings or something. Does that sound crazy? I don't know maybe I am crazy. I am bored out of my mind right now so maybe that has something to do with my crazy talk. When I get too much time on my hands I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to take some time to reflect on my first semester at CPC. It was such a good year and I had so much fun. I have met so many great people. I have been in Saskatoon for 4 years now and it has been fun, but I always felt like there was something missing. Amanda and I started a "company" last year in one of your pathetic nights alone called Quest For Friends. We were so alone and all we wanted was a life, with some other people to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year at the UofS was great that is where I became a Christian and my life has kind of been a roller coaster ever since. I have had ups and downs as everyone does, but I always felt that I was a "bad" Christian for doing some of the things I did. I felt like I was never good enough. This year has been so awesome for me. There are some people at the school who know more of my story than others, but you still all accept me and the things I have done. Jennie K. has been so great, we have had so many chats and she never seems to think any less of me. I love ya Jennie, you are the Best. Miranda is also great! You see I am a very shy person at first. I will never make the first move to say hello to anyone, once you get to know me it is hard to get me to be quite but that is another story. When school first started I was so scared. I made Amanda come with me the first time I ever went. For the first few days I would just go to school and go home right when it was done not saying anything to anyone. Then Miranda one day out of the blue started to talk to me. I was like who is this girl? What does she want? I later found out that she was just a nice person and saw that I didn't really hang out with anyone around the school and we started the out of dorm club! It is a great little club we don't really do anything to exciting, but we do get to stay out later than all you rezzies! As the year progressed I started to feel a little more comfortable with being at the school, though some people still scare the crap out of me I don't think I will ever talk to them. I am sure they are very nice people but I am just to shy to do anything about it. So sorry if I never speak to you. I would also like to mention Phil and Ty they have been great and always good for a laugh. I don't think there is ever a time when I am not laughing around those two. Hilarious they are, however keeping me up until 5 a.m. isn't cool, oh wait yes it was. Anyway there is so many more of you that have been so great to me and you have all made my first semester amazing. I hope that things go as well for me in the second. I am going to be really sad when I am not around the school anymore. Quest for Friends is now in full swing and that is what Amanda and I wanted(SO CHEEZY). You guys have made our dream company a reality! *&lt;em&gt;tear&lt;/em&gt;* LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not what I invisioned this blog to be about! Strange how that happens!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113520932049051787?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113520932049051787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113520932049051787&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113520932049051787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113520932049051787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-it-draws-near-to-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113346735634131003</id><published>2005-12-01T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:02:36.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Wendy, you are the only one who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot Woot it's December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you heard me, Christmas is a comin'. So you better watch out! In not so many sleeps a creepy old dude with a frost bitten face is going to be breaking into your house and given you "presents"! When I was little I would always write this man and ask him to bring one of his elves so that I wouldn't have to be good all year long, I could just demand that the elf make me toys or I would stop feeding him and protecting him from the constant teasing he endured due to his size and funny shaped shoes! After a few years I lost all hope in the man, so I decided to "stick to to the man"! Yeah that's right you heard me I was terrible. I did everything I could to be bad, but guess what, yeah you guessed it I still got presents. So for all of you that have fallen into the trap of lies that you have to be good to get gifts at Christmas, I will be the first to tell you that you have be blatantly lied too! I am sorry if this breaks your heart but it is true, and the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about my Christmas rant, but wait while we are on the subject I am going home for Christmas, well not home home but to my real Dads, and well I have to break the news to him that I am attending a Bible College. There is a long story behind that fact that I haven't told him yet, that I am sure you do not all want to read, basicly what it boils down to is the fact that I am scared of rejection.  So I am really asking for is tips on how to break the news to him. I was thinking I would take him out into the woods and leave him there for a few days, then he would be cold a delirious and then I would tell him. He would think it was a great idea and I would make him promise to still love me even though I believe in Jesus. Then I would take him to the doctor because well hey he might be really sick or something. That is what I am going on, but if you have something better I would be glad to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am sorry I never blog I have been really busy, Oh yeah I am an Aunt again so that is exciting. Little Emma she is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something to make to laugh:&lt;br /&gt;"I remember when I was in the army, we had the toughest drill sergeant in the world. He'd get right up next to your face and yell, and if you didn't have the right answers, mister, you'd be peeling potatoes or changing the latrine. Hey, wait. I wasn't in the army. Then who WAS that guy?! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113346735634131003?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113346735634131003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113346735634131003&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113346735634131003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113346735634131003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-my-dearest-wendy-you-are-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113207047791866318</id><published>2005-11-15T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:03:55.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit in the library wondering what to do with myself. I came to do homework, but I find I want to do anything but homework. I went to Matt B.'s show on Sunday and he was great, all you who didn't go you really missed out. I had a hermeneutics assignment due on Monday, so I decided that I should probably start working on it at 2 am on Monday, after Matt's show. Well that went until 4 am. I got up at 7:30 am to work on it some more before school started. It was a long day but I got it done!&lt;br /&gt;My friend is going to have her baby soon, 2 weeks I think I am so excited! I also got a call from one of my friends last night and I realized how much I miss her. We had some really good times together. I laughed all the time when I was with her. Man we did some crazy things, I think I am going to go home and look at old photo albums and think about that good old days when life wasn't so complicated. Wow I just realized I am in a terrible mood, I should do something about that! So this wasn't the happiest blog every but what can you do! When life hands you lemon's, squeeze the juice into a water gun and squirt people in the eyes! Ha ha that is funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113207047791866318?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113207047791866318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113207047791866318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113207047791866318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113207047791866318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-while-so-here-i-sit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-113025530326852672</id><published>2005-10-31T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:59:36.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suzy Home Maker or Suzy Home Wrecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha, Jennie K. You are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here is the 4-1-1 ( I can't believe I just said 4-1-1), but here it is. Are you ready? wait for it, wait for it.... Ok I got nothing. I had a great weekend, I went downtown and help on the 'Loves lives here' bus with Miranda and Shannon and it was great. We hung out with some cool people who had some good stories to tell. I played some tag with a few kids, talked with a guy named Gus, who made me laugh and then we came back to the school and I had a nice chat with Sheldon and his "legendary" friend Adam. I have to say I am a little disappointed with this "legendary" character, I mean he was a nice guy and all, but for all the hype... I don't know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday turned out to be a rather good day, other than the pounding head ache I sustained all day, but other than that it was grand. I stayed home all day and baked and baked and baked some more. It was fun, and now I have a freezer full of wondrous treats to comfort me in the night. Then I went to a house party that was rather funny, yet oddly disturbing at times. It was going good until the very end then it all went sour right before I left. I was mad for a good two days, in fact I am still a little angry but what can you do! No need to vent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so that was last weekend, I saved that last bit as a draft and I never got back around to finishing it. I had a date with Jennie K. It was the best date ever we watched a movie and hung out it was nice. The last weekend was rather uneventful, I stayed home all day Saturday, but I got a lot done so that was great. Sunday was awesome. Lindsay came to church with me so I was really happy. Oh yeah I also found out that Piper has never had a mandarin orange! Isn't that crazy! Come on I am from the Yukon and I have experienced that wonders of orange town! So yeah that was about it! This is getting long so I am going to put it up so you can all enjoy it not just me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-113025530326852672?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113025530326852672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=113025530326852672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113025530326852672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/113025530326852672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/suzy-home-maker-or-suzy-home-wrecker.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-112975922236563038</id><published>2005-10-19T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:00:53.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MID TERMS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I can't really complain, I only have two and they are two days apart, and I am already done one! So really all I have to worry about is Intro to O.T. I am kind of dreading that one because...well... don't tell Mr. Cressman but I haven't even started the book we are supposed to hand in. I should really get on that, why do I subject myself to this torture! I don't know, I am a crazy person. Yes crazy, nutz, bonkers (does anyone remember that cartoon!, insane, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a study/cram session at my house. Miranda, Shannon, Cody and I all tried to get something done, but it just ended Shannon feeling sick from too much junk food, Miranda wanting pizza, Cody voicing is opinion on women in a comical fashion, and me being farther behind than I was to start with! Ok well the part about me wasn't true but I don't really know what I came out of there with! That is not important! Wait I got something to write about in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got baptize, and that was amazing! It was a big step for me and I am so glad that I did it! I recommend everyone doing it, if you are ready that it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else! I almost got beat up on Friday, but that is a whole different story, and I don't think I can bring myself to write about it. It brings up to many hurtful memories that I don't think I can deal with right now! Not really but I don't feel like talking about it right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-112975922236563038?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112975922236563038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=112975922236563038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112975922236563038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112975922236563038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/mid-terms-well-i-guess-i-cant-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-112904723140139013</id><published>2005-10-11T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:13:51.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to School!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It is a beautiful Tuesday morning and I am back at school after a long weekend, and what a wonderful long weekend it was. I was blessed to have two thanks giving dinners, I gave one Shannon, so technically I only had one. I spent Monday watching Football ALL DAY!!! I have never watched so much foot ball in my life! I was getting kind of bored nearing the end of the game, but I thought hey this isn't so bad, sitting in a room full of people I don't really know, watching grown men run around chasing after a little brown ball, and watching the same 5 commercials over and over again! I can say that I didn't learn a thing about the game of foot ball itself, but I did learn that the CFL is sponsored by Subway! I think if I have to see that commercial again I will cry! So ok, ok, I got through the whole game, and I was rather pleased with myself I didn't fall asleep or anything. But I think my heart literally stopped when I found out that there was BACK TO BACK games on this "wonderful" Thanks giving holiday! "Wonderful" my Aunt Nelly! I was beginning to wonder what I was thankful for! Ok Not really I have so much to be thankful for but watching foot ball all day I can honestly say is not one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I think Josh is getting cold feet! I know it is a sad day. Today is the first day back from the long weekend and he didn't even come say hi to me! I feel so neglected! I think it has something to do with all time he may or may not have spent with he so called "girlfriend"! What a joke! You don't see me running home every opportunity I get to see my boyfriend, which doesn't exist! I think we need to sit down and talk about what is really important to us, and what we want from this marriage. It breaks my hear to say this but I think there may not be a wedding! I will let you all know what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-112904723140139013?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112904723140139013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=112904723140139013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112904723140139013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112904723140139013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-school-it-is-beautiful-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-112853971978543845</id><published>2005-10-05T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:18:48.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M GETTING MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah you read it I'm getting married. To good ol' Josh Brown, but we are asking that you do not tell his girlfriend I think that she will be a little upset! We are not having a large wedding just Josh, Melissa Young, myself and whoever Josh wants to be his witness. I think that it will be great. It is taking Josh a while to warm up to the idea of marrying me but I am sure that he will come around! Love is a crazy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to talk about the wedding too much do to that fact that we don't want it to get out to his girlfriend so please if you see her to talk to her don't say anything. This is very top secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got voted to be on student council yesterday which was pretty sweet! There was talk of making me some posters to go up around the school, a little too late to talk about posters when we are already voting, but hey I guess it was the thought that count. Some where along the line I was refrered to as the leader of Sailor Moon. Apartently I look like them. Oh well what can you can, I have enough else confidence to take being made fun of! Yeah I can take it, but if later you see me crying in a corner you will know that all was lost in my battle of self discovery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway I still have that homework to do that I was trying so desperatly to escape the other day. Yeah I can run, but I can't hide! This assignment will not escape me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-112853971978543845?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112853971978543845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=112853971978543845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112853971978543845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112853971978543845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-getting-married-yeah-you-read-it-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17387225.post-112830888928004129</id><published>2005-10-02T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:11:07.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So here I am at my very first blog! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like that I am writing in italics. Makes me feel fancy or sophisticated or something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really know why I am here, or why I am doing this. I guess it is just another fine example of how I like to procrastinate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I made myself comfortable at my desk and sat down for the long haul of doing an essay. Well I have to give myself a pat on the back for just opening up Microsoft Works, that is usually a job in itself. But that Task Launcher came up and instead of clicking "Start a Blank Word Processor Document", which was my original intention I found my mouse wonder to "Brochures"! Why brochures you ask? Why brochures indeed. Well much to my dismay, my curiosity peeked and my faithful index finger went against everything it stood for and "doubled clicked"! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I know, how could I possibly let this happen! I am a slave to lack of self control. Well I will have you know that well I was perusing the lovely brochure program, I became very entertained and spent over an hour creating a brochure for a company a friend and I made last winter, which ironically we did while I was procrastinating. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moral of this story you ask? Well there is no moral, have you learned nothing from this blog. I have no TIME (it's a preciuos thing I am told) to stick around and make up morals for stories. Procrastination has given me no desire to create stories with morals. If you are really curious, get back to me Friday and ask me how late I had to stay up to get my essay done! Then maybe, just maybe if you are to be so lucky I will have something for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well my roomate just came home so I have something else to do instead of homework. I haven't seen her for a good few hours so I have to catch up on some stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So until next time.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17387225-112830888928004129?l=rhiannonslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112830888928004129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17387225&amp;postID=112830888928004129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112830888928004129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17387225/posts/default/112830888928004129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannonslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-here-i-am-at-my-very-first-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436843388007950800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/373/1675/320/IMG_0775.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
