<?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-18471129</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:46:46.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me close</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-4382666751663850614</id><published>2009-09-04T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:53:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'm at a point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; beyond exhaustion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I hold back tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; that are inevitably coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll see that light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; at the end of this dark tunnel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; But today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I can just hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And pray I'll make it through-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Right Now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everyone has always said your first year of teaching is the hardest. I expected it. But there are just some things that you can't be prepared for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please pray that I will continue to love what I'm doing ... and that my enthusiasm will outweigh my exhaustion. That my 12 hours a day in the classroom will pay off. That my countless hours planning at home will be evident in the implementation of my lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And most importantly, that i will reach each child where they are at, and help them achieve what I know is in each one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-4382666751663850614?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/4382666751663850614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=4382666751663850614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/4382666751663850614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/4382666751663850614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-now-im-at-point-beyond-exhaustion.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-231604053904250260</id><published>2009-08-22T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:13:05.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO many changes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't posted in forever....but due to everything going on right now I think it's understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is what I have been up to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I moved to PA. That's right, I never thought I would say that. Yes the roads aren't that great but the schools are amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I have a new roommate...Kirsten. She's teaching high school in Carlisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I have a job. I'm going to be a first grade teacher at Bermudian Springs Elementary School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I have been decorating MY OWN classrooooom!  I can't wait to post pictures of it. The hard part was going through all of the old teachers stuff.... very overwhelming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Meet the teacher night is MONDAY! That means I meet my kids for about 5 minutes and then they are taken away and I am left with the parents for an hour. Pray they don't eat me alive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. WEDNESDAY is my first day of schooooool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless hours of conferences, in services, and inductions I am feeling a bit drained. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers. As you probably know, a teacher's first year is far from easy. Pray that I keep my enthusiasm for teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-231604053904250260?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/231604053904250260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=231604053904250260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/231604053904250260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/231604053904250260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-5479367782301303171</id><published>2009-05-22T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:27:09.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/ShcmhRDasiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lJ3TWQLJuFk/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I    GRADUATED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/ShcmhRDasiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lJ3TWQLJuFk/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/ShcmhRDasiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lJ3TWQLJuFk/s320/grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778236226286114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-5479367782301303171?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/5479367782301303171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=5479367782301303171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5479367782301303171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5479367782301303171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-graduated.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/ShcmhRDasiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lJ3TWQLJuFk/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-4110435487759842123</id><published>2009-05-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:41:52.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I GOT A CALL BACK FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW FOR A SCHOOL I APPLIED TO :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I have to teach a lesson to "enhance comprehension of an expository text through the use of a graphic organizer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch is.... I have to teach it to the Superintendent, assistant superintendent, principal, and assistant principal. They are "pretending" to be my students. Oh boy. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday at 2....please keep me in your prayers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-4110435487759842123?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/4110435487759842123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=4110435487759842123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/4110435487759842123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/4110435487759842123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-call-back-for-second-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-6488400352741069055</id><published>2009-05-03T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:40:15.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59mCNGTOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dWnJkQOmzls/s1600-h/fiesta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59mCNGTOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dWnJkQOmzls/s320/fiesta2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331837101233556706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59l6cM_-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lJtyvWrH97w/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59l6cM_-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lJtyvWrH97w/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331837099149426658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59ltSPakI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SdoysK3LlKg/s1600-h/IMG_04342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59ltSPakI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SdoysK3LlKg/s320/IMG_04342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331837095617980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59lSJAoGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dtUniOXzp9U/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59lSJAoGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dtUniOXzp9U/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331837088331505762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59laTD2GI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AD1eyjPBZWc/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59laTD2GI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AD1eyjPBZWc/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331837090521143394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;13 Days and Counting........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't believe there are only 13 days left until I graduate. Tuesday (the 5th) is my last day of classes ever... in my undergraduate career anyway. It's so sad to think I won't have my roommates to be with everyday. The same girls I have lived with since freshman year.....In the past we always had the fall to look forward to because we would see each other again. But on the 16th, after our graduation ceremony, I'll be standing on the turf taking pictures with all of my friends. I'll be saying goodbye to people that I know I will never see again. And I'll be forced to say goodbye to the girls that helped me survive college. I know I'll see them again- but living without them just won't be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Friends you meet at college are of a different breed. You literally live with them. You eat with them. You fight, make up, and cry with them. You make a mess with them and then get motivated to have a huge spring cleaning day! They know you inside and out because... well... they have no other choice. haha Even though I know we will keep in touch.... graduating makes me feel like I'm leaving my 2nd family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-6488400352741069055?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/6488400352741069055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=6488400352741069055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6488400352741069055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6488400352741069055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-days-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Sf59mCNGTOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dWnJkQOmzls/s72-c/fiesta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-1823735514223266293</id><published>2009-04-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:03:20.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SdO6Yk3ZysI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7vLFHKFyi-s/s1600-h/reggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SdO6Yk3ZysI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7vLFHKFyi-s/s320/reggie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319800516230367938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Krissy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Has anyone ever heard Reggie Dabbs speak???? Those of you who go to creation may have heard him.  He spoke at a youth worker conference at my school last Saturday. Anyway he is great and so inspirational!!!!! I definately think he should come to our church :).  Look him up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Krissy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-1823735514223266293?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/1823735514223266293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=1823735514223266293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/1823735514223266293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/1823735514223266293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/04/has-anyone-ever-heard-reggie-dabbs.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SdO6Yk3ZysI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7vLFHKFyi-s/s72-c/reggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-2158884775975740822</id><published>2009-03-06T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:24:17.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my first interview for a REAL job yesterdayyyyyy! I'm growing up! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will most likely be my last summer in Salisbury...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-2158884775975740822?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/2158884775975740822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=2158884775975740822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2158884775975740822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2158884775975740822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-my-first-interview-for-real-job.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-730564779643487527</id><published>2009-02-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:57:05.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU76H3O6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bl9dsD00hXs/s1600-h/2009_0214senioryear0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU76H3O6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bl9dsD00hXs/s320/2009_0214senioryear0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996743094320034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU7vfDqoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kihDfb0rc3Y/s1600-h/2009_0214senioryear0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU7vfDqoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kihDfb0rc3Y/s320/2009_0214senioryear0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996740238813826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU7FFQ-uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-ZoDWVLNVW4/s1600-h/2009_0214senioryear0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU7FFQ-uI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-ZoDWVLNVW4/s320/2009_0214senioryear0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996728856345314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU6-2yckI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8_wgSJr2Fnk/s1600-h/2009_0214senioryear0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU6-2yckI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8_wgSJr2Fnk/s320/2009_0214senioryear0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996727185011266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sooooo I've read a few posts about Valentines Day and what different people did so I thought that I would share mine. We went to one of those Japanese restaurants and it was sooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ever since I was little I have always loved Valentines day. Now I know that there are some "ogres" and "haters" out there but personally, I love it. I blame my mom. She always made a big deal of making a hunt for Matt and I to find candy. She would come up with rhymes and clues but our present would always be in the same place....under my parents bed. In elementary school I would make those little Valentines for all of my friends. In fact, the past few years in college I have gone to WalMart to buy the corny little valentines again to give out to my friends. The past two years I have bought Tinkerbell ones. My friends always look forward to it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes I can agree that we should show love EVERYDAY... but it's just fun to have a day that we can dedicate to the love we have for our friends, family, and maybe even a special someone ;-). Who cares if Hallmark makes a lot of money off of it. It's fun! And that's what I have to say about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-730564779643487527?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/730564779643487527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=730564779643487527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/730564779643487527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/730564779643487527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/02/sooooo-ive-read-few-posts-about.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SZuU76H3O6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bl9dsD00hXs/s72-c/2009_0214senioryear0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-8895694416011094738</id><published>2009-01-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:02:42.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SWTuDJ3A2WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rCCZP52DVZc/s1600-h/2009_0102senioryear0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SWTuDJ3A2WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rCCZP52DVZc/s320/2009_0102senioryear0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288613600393484642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SWTuC0ueXlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xsU0HyOJT4c/s1600-h/2009_0102senioryear0241+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SWTuC0ueXlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xsU0HyOJT4c/s320/2009_0102senioryear0241+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288613594720525906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Over break I met up with some friends from school! A lot of people are going away this J-term on different cross culturals...it's weird to think that this time last year I was already in Costa Rica...I wish I could go back. Anyway, one of my friends in the picture left yesterday for Hawaii. Here are some pics from our little going away party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So I am back in school....but this time as a student...weird. It is definately different sitting in my seat and being told what to do rather than vice versa. Hopefully it will go well. This J-term I am taking a course called Race, Ethnicity, and Gender. Little did I know that this course was going to be completely discussion...which after seeing my class today I'm sure it's going to be a constant debate. For those of you who know me well, I tend to be pretty opinionated so pray that I don't do or say anything stupid haha and also that I will have patience for others! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last semester....weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-8895694416011094738?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/8895694416011094738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=8895694416011094738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/8895694416011094738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/8895694416011094738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-break-i-met-up-with-some-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SWTuDJ3A2WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rCCZP52DVZc/s72-c/2009_0102senioryear0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-3021289437603340568</id><published>2008-12-25T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:44:24.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SVPGXAZQkII/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zv92UPGM5iA/s1600-h/2008_1224senioryear0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SVPGXAZQkII/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zv92UPGM5iA/s320/2008_1224senioryear0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283784886380957826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.  ~Elisabeth Foley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-3021289437603340568?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/3021289437603340568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=3021289437603340568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3021289437603340568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3021289437603340568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-beautiful-discovery-true-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SVPGXAZQkII/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zv92UPGM5iA/s72-c/2008_1224senioryear0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-2657394660082723654</id><published>2008-12-13T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:23:04.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR7_hsNUOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gVK9TjGsZng/s1600-h/2008_1212senioryear0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR7_hsNUOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gVK9TjGsZng/s320/2008_1212senioryear0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279480994490831074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR7_BJrkUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A3zXCMbOh5k/s1600-h/prize+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR7_BJrkUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A3zXCMbOh5k/s320/prize+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279480985756078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR79mZUs_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/oSW9zaJW22I/s1600-h/2008_1212senioryear0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR79mZUs_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/oSW9zaJW22I/s320/2008_1212senioryear0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279480961394062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Portfolio Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well the semester has drawn to an end. This means I will be getting a life back and MAYBE even post regularly. I only have 3 days left student teaching.... it's bittersweet. I love my students but it has been very challenging. Now my final project is to create a portfolio to represent myself as a teacher....it's taking forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news! My principal did an official observation of me teaching and told me she wants me at their school...so it looks like I will be applying there for next fall...is this really happening? I never thought I would be a PA girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics of my little kids :)&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/18471129-2657394660082723654?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/2657394660082723654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=2657394660082723654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2657394660082723654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2657394660082723654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/12/portfolio-time-well-semester-has-drawn.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SUR7_hsNUOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gVK9TjGsZng/s72-c/2008_1212senioryear0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-6152332298879856482</id><published>2008-11-02T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:21:01.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Joys of Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Setting: We were practicing what to do during a fire drill because we were told we were having one the next day. We explain how it's just a test and it's nothing to get upset about. We lined the kids up, walked outside, and turned to face the building.A woman walks out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Bobby: Be careful! There might be a fire in there tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then the following day... Bobby runs full speed outside as soon as the bell rings. We finally catch him and line everyone up. We are told we can go back inside when Bobby bursts into tears in line. I tried to calm him down and figure out what in the world could be wrong with him. I finally got him to talk, and in between his tears, this is what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"WE ARE GOING INTO THE FIRE!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My roommates have come to expect a "Bobby" story everyday when I come home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-6152332298879856482?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/6152332298879856482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=6152332298879856482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6152332298879856482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6152332298879856482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/11/joys-of-kindergarten-setting-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-7029769174612154475</id><published>2008-10-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:38:50.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGzrxcYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/O-JdxI7piOs/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGzrxcYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/O-JdxI7piOs/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261548855901315762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGy3NaCpI/AAAAAAAAADk/xPWKib9z4xY/s1600-h/IMG_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGy3NaCpI/AAAAAAAAADk/xPWKib9z4xY/s320/IMG_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261548841791523474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGx3ozaHI/AAAAAAAAADc/J_41I6PEy7k/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGx3ozaHI/AAAAAAAAADc/J_41I6PEy7k/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261548824726562930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures from my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting 2nd place in rec volleyball. :( I wish we won but we lost to a team that has a 7 ft tall giant on it....go i think thats an ok excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-7029769174612154475?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/7029769174612154475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=7029769174612154475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7029769174612154475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7029769174612154475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pictures-from-my-life-we-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SQTGzrxcYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/O-JdxI7piOs/s72-c/IMG_0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-7922602653865757699</id><published>2008-10-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:54:59.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Krissy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;So I have always enjoyed playing volleyball...even though the only thing I'm good at is serving. This fall some of my guy friends begged my roommates and I to join their rec volleyball team. In order to play "beach volleyball" outside you have to have at least two girls on the team. I really didn't want to because I was intimidated and didn't want to make them upset when I messed up. BUT they insisted we all play. Our first game was 2-1. Even though we didn't win, we were still happy that we won one game in the set! After that we won two games against other teams... making our overall score 2 wins to one loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Then last night happened. The guys that live across the hall from us have been taunting us and talking "smack" saying that they were going to win. We were scheduled to play them last night, and to be honest, i think we all kind of thought they would win. They are good volleyball players. They have a system. Bump. Middle front person sets. Then a big guy spikes. It's uniform.....My team on the other hand...not so conventional. We are diving all over the place, doing anything to hit it over. The guys constantly surround the girls just in case we hit it the wrong direction or something. ANYWAY the guys across the hall know what they are doing, while we basically do anything we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;It turned out to be an intense game... neck and neck the whole time. We managed to win the first game and we could tell they were completely shocked. We should have won the 2nd game, but made stupid mistakes and lost in overtime. Then it came down to the 3rd game and we were 4 points behind. I think we all lost hope. Then out of no where we caught back up. (At one point i got spiked in the face by my own team hahaha) Anyway we had gone and finally they were like ok next point wins. It was my turn to serve... and I won the winning point! How crazy is that? If i hadn't have gotten it over, they would have won! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry this is a long post. It's just really funny to me. I never thought we'd be good. But after the game the guys across the hall were extremely mad. We were afraid to talk to them (even though we knew if they had won that they would have rubbed it in our faces...but thats the difference between girls and guys i guess). Levi ended up bringing over candy for us girls as a peace offering I guess. We had laundry riding on the game... but I think i might give them a break haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-7922602653865757699?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/7922602653865757699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=7922602653865757699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7922602653865757699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7922602653865757699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-have-always-enjoyed-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-3777375342393705588</id><published>2008-09-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:47:57.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SM7zXfh91sI/AAAAAAAAADU/nJCW6KQcbPQ/s1600-h/roomielove.jpg"&gt;Freshman year I was randomly assigned to be on the 3rd floor of Solly. I didn't know anyone and no one knew me. Who would have thought that I would continue to live with these girls all four years of college? Although some of the friendships from freshman year have faded and new ones have developed, I still have my Solly girls by my side! My college career wouldn't have been the same without them!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SM7zXFPWrsI/AAAAAAAAADM/c5ZjIsO8x18/s1600-h/roomies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SM7zXFPWrsI/AAAAAAAAADM/c5ZjIsO8x18/s320/roomies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246398193802325698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SM7zXfh91sI/AAAAAAAAADU/nJCW6KQcbPQ/s1600-h/roomielove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SM7zXfh91sI/AAAAAAAAADU/nJCW6KQcbPQ/s320/roomielove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246398200859711170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;***Kara and Jules (the Asian and the girl with dark brown hair) have birthdays in the summer so we never really get to celebrate them. This year we decided to have a surprise party for them. I baked a cake and we decorated the apartment and invited probably 30 of our closest friends over. They were completely surprised and had no idea what was going on. ANYWAY, I say that because after the party, some of our friends were taking roommate pics for us...and these are two of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-3777375342393705588?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/3777375342393705588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=3777375342393705588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3777375342393705588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3777375342393705588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/09/freshman-year-i-was-randomly-assigned.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SM7zXFPWrsI/AAAAAAAAADM/c5ZjIsO8x18/s72-c/roomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-6607637253743180434</id><published>2008-09-11T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:03:41.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;My First Day of Kindergarten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SMlN7zf8zrI/AAAAAAAAADE/dg8wGj3nWAM/s1600-h/2008_0905senioryear0004+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SMlN7zf8zrI/AAAAAAAAADE/dg8wGj3nWAM/s320/2008_0905senioryear0004+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244808930881490610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;One of the guys across the hall kindly got up at 7 am last Friday to take a picture of Heather and I on our first day visiting our class that we are student teaching in. We go in every Friday for 5 weeks and then start full time October 6th. Right now we are taking other classes everyday and participating in workshops. It's a little overwhelming, but I know it will be fun! I go in again tomorrow. Right now we are doing assessments for the students to try and figure out who should be placed in the Extended Day Kindergarten Program. These are the students that could use extra help, especially in literacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway pray for me! So far one of the boys colored himself from head to toe with red marker claiming to be spiderman. hahah I wasn't there for the actual incident but it was interesting that he was able to do this without the teacher knowing haha Good Times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-6607637253743180434?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/6607637253743180434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=6607637253743180434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6607637253743180434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6607637253743180434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-day-of-kindergarten-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/SMlN7zf8zrI/AAAAAAAAADE/dg8wGj3nWAM/s72-c/2008_0905senioryear0004+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-3878118443824719485</id><published>2008-01-26T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:42:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm backkkkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many stories and pictures but I can't do it all now. I'm just letting you know that I survived the trip and loved it. my words will not be able to come close to describing Costa Rica or the people I met there and on the trip! I feel like a part of me is missing now even though i'm real excited to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post pics and or stories soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-3878118443824719485?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/3878118443824719485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=3878118443824719485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3878118443824719485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3878118443824719485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-backkkkkkkkkk-i-have-so-many-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-5422154884432248156</id><published>2007-12-16T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:08:05.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Every year I look forward to Christmas, not necessarily for the presents (although that is a plus) but for the traditions we have. My mom is big on traditions (I think she got that from Nannie). Every morning my dad wakes up really early (like before the sun is up early) so that he can go downstairs and start the fire and make sure everything is ready. When Matt and I were younger, we would wait on the stairs until we heard the Chipmunk music, which meant we could go downstairs. Now that we are older though, my dad usually makes sure we are up and ready for present time. My mom would always shower and get dressed before hand because my dad would tape christmas morning, but now that we don't do that anymore I think she does it just to be funny. I remember begging her to hurry up when I was little because we weren't allowed downstairs until she was done. When the music started my dad would be at the bottom of the stairs, probably more excited than we were, and so we raced down. We always open stockings first in the family room. We have to force my mom to open hers because she's always too busy watching us. After thats over my dad leads the way into the music room. He opens the door and we see that once again, they have outdone themselves. We aren't one of those families that open presents one a time because we get too excited. But we do have to wait until mom and dad hand us our presents. They always have some little plan of what order we have to open them in. For example. One year I think I got to open American Girl doll accessories so that I knew I was getting the real thing! They are so tricky. Anyway after presents my mom has us eat breakfast in the dining room. We always eat breakfast casserole and it's always great. As soon as thats over we have to clean up our presents and trash right away and bring everything up to our rooms. Presents, breakfast, and cleaning is all over by 12 noon. Crazy huh? But then we have the rest of the day to enjoy and celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-5422154884432248156?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/5422154884432248156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=5422154884432248156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5422154884432248156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5422154884432248156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-traditions-every-year-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-7747906950414268762</id><published>2007-12-13T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:28:21.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that professors try to cram as much work in as possible before finals??? I'm sure all the other college students know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have about a week left here. I'm ready to be done. I'm overstressed, overworked, overwhelmed and OVER SCHOOL! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be home and curled up around the fireplace with my family and kitties. I usually feel as though I miss out of the Christmas season because there is too much work to do at school. I am excited to be home, even if it is only for a short time. I kind of even miss the banjo....wow did I just say that? Mom, don't let dad read this :) hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chipmunk music, cookie baking, and Christmas shopping all awaits me when I get home. I can't wait! I will see many of you on the 23rd in church! (I get back the 22nd from NYC and then Christmas dinner at my Pop Pop)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-7747906950414268762?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/7747906950414268762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=7747906950414268762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7747906950414268762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7747906950414268762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-is-it-that-professors-try-to-cram.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-2449983757213304151</id><published>2007-12-05T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:29.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLVSHKaCI/AAAAAAAAACk/AtGSjXwTE7Q/s1600-h/2007_1130Holidays0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLVSHKaCI/AAAAAAAAACk/AtGSjXwTE7Q/s320/2007_1130Holidays0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589959933749282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLVyHKaDI/AAAAAAAAACs/coY4KRh2RD8/s1600-h/2007_1130Holidays0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLVyHKaDI/AAAAAAAAACs/coY4KRh2RD8/s320/2007_1130Holidays0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589968523683890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLWCHKaEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r6PJRmi17-4/s1600-h/2007_1130Holidays0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLWCHKaEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r6PJRmi17-4/s320/2007_1130Holidays0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589972818651202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLWSHKaFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VtY-V_dRsY0/s1600-h/2007_1130Holidays0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLWSHKaFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VtY-V_dRsY0/s1600-h/2007_1130Holidays0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLWSHKaFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VtY-V_dRsY0/s320/2007_1130Holidays0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140589977113618514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLWSHKaFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VtY-V_dRsY0/s1600-h/2007_1130Holidays0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Christmas pictures in our apartment the other day. We probably took over 50 pictures! I feel bad for the girls we got to do it for us :) Anyway... I'm counting down the days til I can actually say I DON'T HAVE HOMEWORK! Well I guess I still have to read a textbook for my Costa Rica trip... but I mean I get to go to Costa Rica so who cares! It's kind of sad though because by the time I get home (after our usual early Christmas dinner at Pop Pops) I will only have like ten days to be home. Even less than that if I go to visit Alex at all! Oh the price we pay for fun! Haha I leave January 3rd for my trip but I'm going back to school the 2nd so I can wake up early the next day. The bus leaves school at 9:30 am. BUT a girl I met that's going on the trip is going to come stay with me for the night! So that's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 2 weeks left! My last exam is Wednesday night, the 19th,  6-8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-2449983757213304151?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/2449983757213304151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=2449983757213304151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2449983757213304151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2449983757213304151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R1cLVSHKaCI/AAAAAAAAACk/AtGSjXwTE7Q/s72-c/2007_1130Holidays0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-1482193625064049849</id><published>2007-11-23T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:29.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R0e0k5vu1II/AAAAAAAAACc/MO7JQLrlOGQ/s1600-h/2007_1122Holidays0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R0e0k5vu1II/AAAAAAAAACc/MO7JQLrlOGQ/s320/2007_1122Holidays0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136272446108652674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This picture pretty much sums us up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanksgiving was fun :) My Uncle Peter and my cousins came this year. (They are in the picture above: Nicole, Peter, and Brittany) It was nice because we usually only see each other once a year,  AND we don't usually eat Thanksgiving dinner with family (weird huh?). The Biggs and the Badgers came over too. After dinner we had our usual dessert night. This year the theme was: Wii! It was very entertaining watching people of ALL ages get on that thing and play. My favorite was probably when Jared and Matt "boxed" each other....just try to visualize it. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway it was a lot o fun, but we definately missed Ben and Linnea! But it sounds like you guys had a great time too. (5 pies Linnea? you go girl!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now back to school...and counting down the days til Christmas break :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-1482193625064049849?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/1482193625064049849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=1482193625064049849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/1482193625064049849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/1482193625064049849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-picture-pretty-much-sums-us-up.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/R0e0k5vu1II/AAAAAAAAACc/MO7JQLrlOGQ/s72-c/2007_1122Holidays0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-5044286264361572961</id><published>2007-11-07T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:01:46.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Censorship in Children's Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am currently enrolled in a Children's Literature class (don't let the name fool you, it's not easy), and we have recently been discussing the issue of censorship in children's literature. We've discussed everything from violence, language, abuse, divorce, homosexuality and probably any other controversial topic you can think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am curious as to your views on this topic. Especially in the category of realistic fiction,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;how real is too real??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Just for fun: One of the articles I read on this issue discussed how Beatrix Potter's classic Tale of Peter Rabbit was banned in England due to its portrayal of only middle class rabbits.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;where is the line to be drawn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-5044286264361572961?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/5044286264361572961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=5044286264361572961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5044286264361572961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5044286264361572961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/11/censorship-in-childrens-literature-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-3194399255280497217</id><published>2007-10-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:55:58.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for not keeping up with my blogs. this semester is completely insane. about 2 weeks ago my prof said "If you plan on breaking up with a boyfriend anytime soon... do it now.... you won't be able to handle it if it happens later in the semester" this means we will have so much work to do that we can't let emotions get in our way haha. nice huh? But i have bad news. my good friend heather, and roommate, just broke up with her boyfriend, they have been dating 3 years and it came out of no where. she's making through it but its been really hard because we have had so much due lately. please pray for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says that your junior year as an Elementary Education major is the hardest. People talk about the juniors "nervous smile" because they don't know whether to laugh or cry." I am happy to inform you all that I have been taking the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughing route&lt;/span&gt;! When a teacher adds yet another assignment I have come to find it funny. I feel like yelling "BRING IT ON!!!!" haha God always brings me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I never thought I would say though.... I'm glad Alex doesn't go here this year!  I would  have no time for him! hahaha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make a real post sometime.... this will have to do til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-3194399255280497217?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/3194399255280497217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=3194399255280497217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3194399255280497217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3194399255280497217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sorry-for-not-keeping-up-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-8906037412920407531</id><published>2007-09-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:30.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thursday night my friends and I invited some of Alex's friends over to cook them dinner. It was soooo fun! After we had come cake left over and no one wanted to eat it.... instead of saving it we decided to play a game. We all drew cards and whoever got the highest card hit the person with the lowest card in the face with the cake. Mature right? I got the highest and Alex's best friend Doug got the lowest hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rv_n6CmkVVI/AAAAAAAAACM/AHYdDp9wbAw/s1600-h/2007_0929Junior0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rv_n6CmkVVI/AAAAAAAAACM/AHYdDp9wbAw/s320/2007_0929Junior0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116062686033237330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And Friday....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alex came to visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He brought his brother Ryan and his sister Shannan too. He could only come for one night though because Salisbury's lax practices got moved up on Sunday and he needed to be well rested beforehand. Boo. It was still a fun weekend though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rv_oMimkVWI/AAAAAAAAACU/q8YBXtek1jU/s1600-h/2007_0929Junior0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rv_oMimkVWI/AAAAAAAAACU/q8YBXtek1jU/s320/2007_0929Junior0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116063003860817250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-8906037412920407531?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/8906037412920407531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=8906037412920407531' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/8906037412920407531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/8906037412920407531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-night-my-friends-and-i-invited.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rv_n6CmkVVI/AAAAAAAAACM/AHYdDp9wbAw/s72-c/2007_0929Junior0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-7590175064582045776</id><published>2007-09-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:50:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Let me ask you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What's your favorite food???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mine is Chicken Fajitas! Chicken strips, green peppers, and onions over top of Spanish rice wrapped up in a big flour tortilla!! MMMhmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-7590175064582045776?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/7590175064582045776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=7590175064582045776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7590175064582045776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7590175064582045776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-me-ask-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-5637697412619872323</id><published>2007-09-12T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:30.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So today I went to get my passport photo....I'm really doing it. I'm going to fly for the first time in my life this coming January. Yes, I'm scared out of my mind. But I know my Jesus is watching over me and my life is in His hands. I'm flying with Continental Airlines on a direct flight from Newark NJ to Costa Rica..... Soooo if you all will please pray for me to be calm and trust God I would really appreciate it. The prof for the trip has been soooo nice though telling me he will talk to me about any anxieties I have. How much of a baby am I huh? I'll be 20 during the time of the trip haha. Anyway are there any fun flying stories anyone wants to share??? SHARE AWAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tonight a bunch of us girls got together to have a cookout. There were probably around 15 of us in all. we grilled chicken and hot dogs. I made my moms famous pasta salad that everyone loved... who knew Italian dressing and noodles would be so popular??? But it was just a fun night to take a break away from studies and have fun with the girls. WE even roasted marshmallows :) Here are some pictures! I have more but it takes so long to put them on the blog haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0UG5vr4I/AAAAAAAAABs/6eHlPz27gJc/s1600-h/2007_0912fallll0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0UG5vr4I/AAAAAAAAABs/6eHlPz27gJc/s320/2007_0912fallll0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109532034795024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0Um5vr6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hotJ7Jmw0jE/s1600-h/2007_0912fallll0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0Um5vr6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hotJ7Jmw0jE/s320/2007_0912fallll0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109532043384958882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0UW5vr5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/81DMJ8tkt-E/s1600-h/2007_0912fallll0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0UW5vr5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/81DMJ8tkt-E/s320/2007_0912fallll0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109532039089991570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0U25vr7I/AAAAAAAAACE/EQYO4tNBhtU/s1600-h/2007_0912fallll0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0U25vr7I/AAAAAAAAACE/EQYO4tNBhtU/s320/2007_0912fallll0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109532047679926194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-5637697412619872323?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/5637697412619872323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=5637697412619872323' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5637697412619872323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/5637697412619872323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-today-i-went-to-get-my-passport.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rui0UG5vr4I/AAAAAAAAABs/6eHlPz27gJc/s72-c/2007_0912fallll0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-3571311355214094510</id><published>2007-09-07T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:54:57.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SOOO my apartment is almost complete. its pretty cute for what we were given.. i'll put pictures up sometime soon when i get a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As for my classes......... hard. I seriously don't know how I'm going to make it. It's not a good sign when a teacher for 2 of my classes says shes used to having students cry in her office bc they are overstressed, and its going to be a tough year. But at the same time shes the coolest teacher i've ever had... .so maybe it won't be that bad? I'm excited and nervous. I think I might tutor in Harrisburg this year. SO that will be a fun experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In case you all don't know... Alex transfered to Salisbury University....how am I supposed to have my heart in school when he left? Well, after the first initial shock of not having him hear, i realized its not that bad. His friends still always come up to me and visit my apartment which makes me happy. He can't come up for my birthday though bc of SU lax practices. :(  But oh well! We will see what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll get pictures up eventually. I am just so busy right now. My fall break is Oct 13 or something so hopefully ill see everyone then. I dont know if I can make it there before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-3571311355214094510?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/3571311355214094510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=3571311355214094510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3571311355214094510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3571311355214094510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/09/sooo-my-apartment-is-almost-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-7938997085882486417</id><published>2007-09-04T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:30.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rt3gdaspMHI/AAAAAAAAABk/wDmmAWEUGIc/s1600-h/2+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rt3gdaspMHI/AAAAAAAAABk/wDmmAWEUGIc/s320/2+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106484348495409266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooove you and missssss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-7938997085882486417?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/7938997085882486417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=7938997085882486417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7938997085882486417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/7938997085882486417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-mom-i-looooooove-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rt3gdaspMHI/AAAAAAAAABk/wDmmAWEUGIc/s72-c/2+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-1438554750929054065</id><published>2007-09-01T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:23:38.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorrrrry its been so long. A lots been going on. I was really sick with EBV (Epstein Barr Virus or something) my boyfriend moved into his apartment in Salisbury and I had to get ready to come back up to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my apartment looks really good :) my friend Heather and I brought basically everything to decorate but oh well at least its cute :) I'll include photos once we get settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... I know you have all been waiting for this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Top Ten Moments At Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;10. The first time I heard the little kids call me Miss Krissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;9. When I had to hold 3 girls in my lap in the same chair at the movies because the movie "Monster House" was too scary for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;8. Our field trip to Jolly Rogers when I convinced a girl to go on a water slide with me when usually she'd be too scared to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;7. Having all the kids in the class think that I was the reason they won tug of war and screaming "Thank you miss Krissy you are sooo strong you made us win" when in reality the camp director grabbed hold of the rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;6. 5 year old Carly Bell dancing in front of the mirror in the bathroom while changing into her bathingsuit singing "I'm soooooo sexy I'm soooo prettty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;5. Watching as my kids walked in the hallway with bubbles and tails (in order to get them to walk quietly without hitting eachother they would fill their mouths with air and put their hands behind their back to make a 'tail) It was very amusing to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;4. Having a couple of the boys ask me to be their girlfriend... I didn't have the heart to tell them I was already taken... is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;3. Keagan transforming from a boy that would run around the bathroom naked looking under the stalls and leaving our class (even on fieldtrips) without asking so that I'd have a panic attack...into an adorable funny boy that would breakdance for you on command and sing songs that he "found in his head" and always had a new trick to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;2. During carnival day I was in charge of the prize box with Erin Morris and even though they already earned a prize from playing a game...we'd make them go tackle a counselor  before they could get it. One time we made them go through Mr Matthews legs and then jump on him... it was soooo funny watching the kids creep up behind their unsuspecting victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;1. When my class (which was the YOUNGEST PARTICIPATING) won the fear factor challenge against all the other grades. I mean they had to eat and do the grossest things ever. We won all but one challenge which made us the winners. Christian (the 5 yr old ladies man) finished his challenge and everyone was so shocked that everyone was screaming.. I picked him up and ran around even though he smelt like a mixture of chocolate, pickles, ketchup, olives, wasabi, salsa....and anything else you could think of. It proved that my class ruled the camp :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this makes me miss them :(&lt;/span&gt;&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/18471129-1438554750929054065?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/1438554750929054065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=1438554750929054065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/1438554750929054065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/1438554750929054065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorrrrry-its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-6674989103846436537</id><published>2007-08-08T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:00:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well there are many things I feel that I can take away from my job as a camp counselor this summer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the "cool" new bad words to call my friends: such as terd nugget, butt muncher, and my personal favorite- diaper licker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the numerous new "handgames" ....that ive been told are much cooler than miss mary mac....the most popular one now is called tic tac toe and involves punching the loser... very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the little kid sicknesses such as pink eye. thats right, I currently have pink eye. I was sent home from camp so that I don't get others infected. I feel like im in elementary school again. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its been a great experience!  I'm thankful that I worked here this summer. I met a lot of adorable kids...and ive also come up with a short list of names i probally won't name my future children because it brings back memories of those not so adorable ones...No I'm just kidding but I definately had a few characters in my class.  I"ll explain later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up soon: Top Ten Moments at Camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-6674989103846436537?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/6674989103846436537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=6674989103846436537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6674989103846436537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6674989103846436537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-there-are-many-things-i-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-2002847886481405686</id><published>2007-08-05T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:31.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RrZbZHo3hoI/AAAAAAAAABc/vfm0-WQlRCU/s1600-h/Friends+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is not goodbye!!! It's see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RrZbZHo3hoI/AAAAAAAAABc/vfm0-WQlRCU/s1600-h/Friends+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RrZbZHo3hoI/AAAAAAAAABc/vfm0-WQlRCU/s320/Friends+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095360515521611394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't wait to hear of your adventures as a "sexy little married couple" ... I think I should make Ben a sweatshirt to match yours Linnea :) I miss you already but remember I speak for everyone when I say you both are in our thoughts and prayers. I loveeeee you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-2002847886481405686?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/2002847886481405686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=2002847886481405686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2002847886481405686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/2002847886481405686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-not-goodbye-its-see-you-soon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RrZbZHo3hoI/AAAAAAAAABc/vfm0-WQlRCU/s72-c/Friends+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-9000713640434682365</id><published>2007-07-30T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:31.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rq5jKXo3hmI/AAAAAAAAABM/uMaF6c-QliM/s1600-h/menal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rq5jKXo3hmI/AAAAAAAAABM/uMaF6c-QliM/s320/menal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093117258397877858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rq5jKXo3hnI/AAAAAAAAABU/yMhyDLwF-u8/s1600-h/famnal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rq5jKXo3hnI/AAAAAAAAABU/yMhyDLwF-u8/s320/famnal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093117258397877874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I realized that I didn't include any pictures of my family! SO here we are! And some guy that followed me around all night (just kidding) I barely recognized him though.... I'm used to sweatpants and bandannas on this guy hahah (as Linnea has pointed out on facebook pictures) I must say, he didn't look half bad :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-9000713640434682365?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/9000713640434682365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=9000713640434682365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/9000713640434682365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/9000713640434682365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-realized-that-i-didnt-include-any.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/Rq5jKXo3hmI/AAAAAAAAABM/uMaF6c-QliM/s72-c/menal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-3955071597001380094</id><published>2007-07-28T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:02:32.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsYHo3hlI/AAAAAAAAABE/-93SLPWBGpI/s1600-h/benlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsYHo3hlI/AAAAAAAAABE/-93SLPWBGpI/s320/benlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092423702783952466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsCHo3hgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WxEzdzwWYcc/s1600-h/lin+wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsCHo3hgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WxEzdzwWYcc/s320/lin+wed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092423324826830338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsCno3hhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Co1fx7FZOec/s1600-h/hanno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsCno3hhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Co1fx7FZOec/s320/hanno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092423333416764946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsEno3hkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DdAFxFJ5IL0/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092423367776503362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-3955071597001380094?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/3955071597001380094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=3955071597001380094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3955071597001380094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/3955071597001380094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1373s1_n-g/RqvsYHo3hlI/AAAAAAAAABE/-93SLPWBGpI/s72-c/benlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-6002218185260394971</id><published>2007-07-28T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:56:11.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mrs. Peipon convinced me that I needed to start blogging again to keep her posted! So here I am :) This is just a test because I don't know if this will work... i forgot my password and had to go through all this other stuff in order to get into here haha. Hopefully i'll be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/18471129-6002218185260394971?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/6002218185260394971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=6002218185260394971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6002218185260394971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/6002218185260394971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115893940083103348</id><published>2006-09-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:36:40.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/bury.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/bury.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/n55302222_30320131_1764.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/n55302222_30320131_1764.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here are a couple pics... the girl is Bre , my roomate, incase you don't remmeber her. Of course you all know Ben and the other guy is his roomate Tyler. But yeaaaa ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last weekend my friend Bryce had a crab feast so we all went and got free crabs :) it was a lot of fun. I wish I could have gone to my moms suprise party but it just didnt work out. I heard it was a lot of fun though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This weekend a couple of my friends that didnt come back this year are visiting!! I'm sooo excited to see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway I just wanted to post to let you all know that I'm still alive...even though I don't have too much of a life because I'm in the library at least 3-4 hours a day for the most part. Classes are so hard this year. When people that say Elementary Education majors don't do work..or only color posters...send them to me and I'll show them haha. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed...especially since I have a part time job this year. I know that it will all be ok though... its just hard getting used to new teachers and how they give tests. I've never had this much reading or pop quizzes in my life i'll tell you that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But don't get me wrong. I'm loving it here. I know I probally sound like a dork but I enjoy having to do work....I just have to scream every once in a while to show that it will all be over soon. Just one test at a time :) Next week I have 4 exams and a quiz. Please pray :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115893940083103348?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115893940083103348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115893940083103348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115893940083103348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115893940083103348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-are-couple-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115799810324957999</id><published>2006-09-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:08:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20036.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20036.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok so this may not be the best picture haha but it's all I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115799810324957999?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115799810324957999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115799810324957999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115799810324957999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115799810324957999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad-24-years.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115758218530170781</id><published>2006-09-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:36:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Garth Brooks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115758218530170781?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115758218530170781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115758218530170781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115758218530170781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115758218530170781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes-i-thank-god-for-unanswered.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115741061827520267</id><published>2006-09-04T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:56:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/2.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY MOM!!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must say she looks pretty good for her age :) haha love you mom! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115741061827520267?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115741061827520267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115741061827520267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115741061827520267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115741061827520267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-50th-birthday-mom-i-must-say-she.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115721913636344390</id><published>2006-09-02T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:45:36.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ernesto is bumming me out!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As much fun as it is to play in the rain I've had enough...It's pouring 24/7 and my umbrella broke yesterday. :( Luckily I still have this blue poncho thing that my mom made me bring against my will (thanks mom). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was supposed to bring this dip to alex's apartment, because all the guys are watching the Penn State vs. Georgia Tech football game (yes football has started which means all the guys have gone crazy). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 cups grilled chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 8oz. cream cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8 oz. ranch dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12 oz. hot wing sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 cups shredded cheddar cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mix it all the middle three then add the chicken and cheese and bake for like 40 minutes or something. serve warm with tostitos or celery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ive never made it before but it sounds good? But I do not feel like bringing it over in the pouring rain! Too bad... I guess the girls will get a treat instead haha  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p.s. i still promise to take pictures eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115721913636344390?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115721913636344390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115721913636344390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115721913636344390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115721913636344390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/09/ernesto-is-bumming-me-out-as-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115680129835994277</id><published>2006-08-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:41:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;EVERYBODY IS HERE :):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Finally all my girlfriends are here!  As I'm sure many of you remember that they turned Solly's third floor into a guys floor...well it already smells and they are loud haha but its fine. It's nice to see everyone again and it's like we picked off where we left off! I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Today they were giving away free ice cream at the Union so Becky Nicki Bre and I went there to check it out. I ended up signing up for the Student Activities Board. This way I can have a say in the different concerts that come here and in Homecoming and other stuff. I'm excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;After that I convinced Bre Nicki and Michelle to jump off this rope swing that Alex showed me the other day when he and his roomate and I went fishing ( well i watched haha ). It was so fun! If anyone comes here when its decently warm out we will definately go on it. You land right in the creek! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow is when classes start. I still don't have all my books. I'm nervous because this semester will be harder but I'm also excited to get back into a schedule. Maybe this semester I'll get a 4.0????? ha proballu not but there is always hope. OH I'm working this semester too...sitting outside of the sports rooms and stuff so not too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway I'll get pictures up here eventually. Bye :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115680129835994277?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115680129835994277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115680129835994277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115680129835994277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115680129835994277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/08/everybody-is-here-finally-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115659936384421867</id><published>2006-08-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T06:36:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...... I'm back at school and I'm all moved in! Bre gets here today so that will be fun. I have decorated a little bit but I wanted to wait to do most of it when she got here. classes start Tuesday.... ahhh. This year is going to be a lot harder but  hopefully I won't be overwhelmed. I'm ready and excited though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my results on my last Praxis 1 exam...(for those who don't know, in order to become an elementary education major you have to pass the Praxis 1 which consists of reading, writting, and math.) I passed the first two and am just waiting on writting. Writting was my hardest one too because it dealt a lot with grammer...and well as I'm sure you can tell while reading my posts, I don't have very good grammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway sorry that I did not get to say goodbye to a lot of you. I had procrastinated and decided not to pack until it was my last day possible. But hopefully I'll have some pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hannah - I ran into Nikki last night at the freshman luau party (my friend and i went for the free smoothies haha) and she seems to be doing great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115659936384421867?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115659936384421867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115659936384421867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115659936384421867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115659936384421867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115456053251509572</id><published>2006-08-02T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:15:32.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/icee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/icee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Linnea brought me an icee at work today!!!! Thanks so much! It was a nice surprise on such a hot day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115456053251509572?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115456053251509572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115456053251509572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115456053251509572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115456053251509572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/08/linnea-brought-me-icee-at-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115248106633492153</id><published>2006-07-09T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:37:46.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115248106633492153?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115248106633492153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115248106633492153' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115248106633492153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115248106633492153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-115162927704155021</id><published>2006-06-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:01:17.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/dad%20hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/dad%20hospital.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/dad%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/dad%20sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/rach-balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/rach-balloon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/dad%20bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/dad%20bell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here are some pictures that I thought you might enjoy about my old man. Hannah and Rachel helped me decorate the house for when he came home from John Hopkins. I made sure to include a picture of the special balloon that Rach made (and was VERY proud of) she called it her bumblebee balloon. My family was a little confused by it hahaha but I thought it was cute! Anyway please continue to keep my dad in your prayers. He is getting very tired of everything and not being able to do anything. You know my dad, he can't sit still :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-115162927704155021?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/115162927704155021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=115162927704155021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115162927704155021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/115162927704155021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-are-some-pictures-that-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114894650184881227</id><published>2006-05-29T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:48:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My little Mary Liz is moving to a new apartment! I was at her current apartment helping her pack for a couple hours on Saturday. I'm excited because shes letting me help her decorate the new one! I haven't gotten to do that in so long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/summer%2006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/summer%2006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here is a picture from Hannah's SURPRISE wedding shower! It was so fun. Linnea you did a great job as the Emcee of the event! I am praying that all the last second arrangements for the wedding go as planned! Hannah, if you need help with anyone don't hesitate to ask! Only 5 days!!!!! Woo Hooo! I'm so excited for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114894650184881227?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114894650184881227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114894650184881227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114894650184881227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114894650184881227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-little-mary-liz-is-moving-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114874787674725700</id><published>2006-05-27T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:37:56.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Summer%2006%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Summer%2006%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Does anyone still watch Lost????? THe season finale was crazy! I didnt even watch that much this season (im waiting for the dvd to come out) but i still cant wait til the next season to find out what the heck is going on. I had a Lost party where Claire and I made tacos for everyone and we watched the finale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thursday was Jon's 19th birthday! we always throw him a surprise party...so its not really a surprise anymore. but they always have some dumb theme. last year was cowboys and this year was superheros... and we have to dress up hahaha just for fun. i was cat woman since i already had a cat costume from halloween. my friends were everything from batman to some xmen characters. tom even dressed his dog as spiderman. the dog ended up wetting his costume though :( poor pup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday was the senior graduation! what a large class it was graduating this year. so exciting! good luck to everyone as they start a new adventure :) haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114874787674725700?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114874787674725700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114874787674725700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114874787674725700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114874787674725700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/05/does-anyone-still-watch-lost-season.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114816885779779545</id><published>2006-05-20T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:47:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I realized that I don't post nearly as much when I'm home as when I'm at school... I need to work on that. Well summer is here! I need to start taking pictures of what I'm doing so I can post them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Eventually I will be working at the same Peach stand that Lin and Mrs. Shelton worked at last summer. But as for now I am a substitute Teachers Aid...and I love it. I fell in love with the 2nd grade class, which happens to be the age I want to teach! I don't want it to end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;In June I'll be taking a history class. I love history, but not classes at 8 am in ... especially in the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway its nice to be back, even though i miss my friends from college. its weird because when i come back it seems that everything and nothing has changed at the same time. Does that make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Well I want Ritas. so im going to go get some. yea. haha I'll see everyone tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114816885779779545?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114816885779779545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114816885779779545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114816885779779545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114816885779779545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-sweet-home-i-realized-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114645510734071199</id><published>2006-04-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:45:07.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok I think I remember some people posting things like this before...so if this has already been done I appologize....but I saw this as my friends away message tonight and I couldn't resist because it is all so true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You know you're a 90's kid if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You've ever ended a sentence with the word sike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You remember when it was actually worth getting up on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail Day at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You remember reading Goosebumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You know the profound meaning of "wax on" "wax off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You still get the urge to say "not" after every sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Captain Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Trapper Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You ever got injured on a slip n slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack all dressed in black black black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You played or collected pogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You had at least one Tamagotchi/Gigapet/Nanobaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You remember when the new beanie babies were all sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You've gotten creeped out by Are You Afraid of the Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Talk to the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You thought Brain would finally take over the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*You always said..."then why don't you marry it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Light up Sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Heads up Seven up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Did I do that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114645510734071199?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114645510734071199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114645510734071199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114645510734071199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114645510734071199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-i-think-i-remember-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114593031204688295</id><published>2006-04-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:58:32.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/springfling%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/springfling%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/springfling%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/springfling%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/springfling%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/springfling%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/springfling%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/springfling%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/springfling%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/springfling%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling Spring Flingish???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The dance was sooooo much fun! My friends all looked gorgeous. I love them. It was very hot though. There were three floors of dancing but most people wanted to be in the same one so it was crammed. But it was still awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114593031204688295?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114593031204688295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114593031204688295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114593031204688295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114593031204688295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/feeling-spring-flingish-dance-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114573976453288665</id><published>2006-04-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:02:45.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/fam%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/fam%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/messiah1%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/messiah1%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/poplori%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/poplori%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/dadband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/dadband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/dad-guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/dad-guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a man. What a man. What a man. What a mighty fine man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do not be anxious about anything but in everything, by prayer and suppplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114573976453288665?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114573976453288665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114573976453288665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114573976453288665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114573976453288665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-man.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114563108879786810</id><published>2006-04-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:40:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/ritas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/ritas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/pizzagrille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/pizzagrille.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becky is 19!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My good friend Becky (one of my best friends here at school) turned 19 on Tuesday. All the girls and I took her out to Ritas Italian Ice, because thats where she works at home. We had to explain to the other girls what everything was though because they are used to "Maggies". boooo. hahha After that we all went shopping looking for Spring Fling dresses. It's a dance here tonight. 3 FLOORS OF DANCING AND 3 DIFFERENT DJS. they even have a techno floor set up. and there is an IMAX theature where you can either watch a fighter plane or an underwater scene. I"m soooooooo excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wednesday BEckys sister planned going out for dinner. My friend Nicki and I went along with a lot of her guy friends since they werent invited the first night haha We went to pizza grille and it was sooo nice. they made specialty pizzas. the spicy shrimp one was the best :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyway tonight is spring fling so I'll get lots of pictures for it tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114563108879786810?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114563108879786810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114563108879786810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114563108879786810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114563108879786810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/becky-is-19-my-good-friend-becky-one.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114530534743816717</id><published>2006-04-17T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:22:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/friends%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/friends%20145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Look how cute my babies are :) To think, just a few months ago Baby refused to be in the same room as Tobey. haha Now shes started liking to sleep in my dresser drawers! Oh I miss them. ( I miss the rest of my family too of course haha )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well I'm back for the long stretch of school. See everyone in like 3 weeks or so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114530534743816717?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114530534743816717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114530534743816717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114530534743816717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114530534743816717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-how-cute-my-babies-are-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114463770079004223</id><published>2006-04-09T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:55:00.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very Fun and Eventful Weekend :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Friday night, even though the weather called for Thunderstorms and possible hail, I went camping. All of you who know me really well probally find this out of character for me because I am scared of storms! haha I was told I had to face my fears...but I dont know if camping out in it was the best way to do that haha. But so it stormed and rained but we still had an amazing time. Hot dogs. Roasted Marshmellows. You know how it goes. We had to pack up early the next day (without hiking bc it was pouring when we woke up) because some of the people had a game that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So when I got back I showered, to get the gross bonfire smell off of me, and watched a movie with some of my girlfriends, Katie Nicki and Heather. At 5 i was picked up to go t YORK COLLEGE with Kendall and MIke to visit Jon!!!!!!! IT was sooooo fun seeing them all again. And we all got along really well with all his friends. One of the girls  is living in Ocean City this summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When I got back today I went to Walmart with Jamie and my "twister" Becky. Becky and I had to get stuff for this checker thing we are doing. I dont think i ever explained checkers.... basically we were asked to support one of the guys on teh lax team by writting them notes of encouragements.....buying them little snacks and drinks and most importantly.... making posters for them hahaha yeaaaaaa its more work than I thought. I'll take pictures and put them up of what we do. Later today I watched Saving Private Ryan and we shaved my friends head.... It looks good actually but I was real scared to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So yea long exhausting weekend.... sorry i dont have any pics up... ill try to get them up soon. I hope all is well. Hey im coming home thursday! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114463770079004223?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114463770079004223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114463770079004223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114463770079004223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114463770079004223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-fun-and-eventful-weekend-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114427317673700332</id><published>2006-04-05T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:39:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I just realized........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in exactly one month from today......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i will be turning in my last exam of the year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRING IT ON! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114427317673700332?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114427317673700332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114427317673700332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114427317673700332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114427317673700332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-just-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114408447443500766</id><published>2006-04-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:14:34.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/2.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Uncle Monkey got hitched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Saturday my brother and I went to Baltimore to see my Uncle Bart get married to my Aunt Eva! The wedding was so pretty and so fun. My Uncle is such a great man and I'm so glad that he is happy with Eva. They are cute together. It was also nice to see my family that I normally only see once or twice a year. It was also fun being able to see my dad play with his old band. I was the youngest one at the wedding though haha so that was interesting. But yea it made me think of all the weddings that are coming up shortly! I can't wait! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;After the wedding I went to a campsite where some of my friends were camping out. We heard some screaming in teh woods though and it was really scary haha. THis weekend I'm probally going camping and hiking! I can't wait. Its sad to think that there are only 4 weekends left at school :( Time is flying.&lt;/span&gt;&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/18471129-114408447443500766?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114408447443500766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114408447443500766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114408447443500766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114408447443500766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/04/uncle-monkey-got-hitched-saturday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114289467637323520</id><published>2006-03-20T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:44:36.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring Break&lt;/span&gt; was fun but it's nice to be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I came back Saturday instead of Sunday and I hung out with my brother. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TREATED&lt;/span&gt; me to dinner at the Italian Oven and later to the movies (we went with some of his friends). Seriously how cute is that?  He's an awesome guy! And ladies .... he's available ;-) hahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Between dinner and the movie I went to his apartment and practiced a song that I'm going to sing for the coffee house this Sunday. I'm kind of nervous because I haven't sang in front of anyone in a long time. We are doing "Leaving on a Jet Plane" The try outs are tomorrow so we will see how we do haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its really hard getting back into the habit if doing homework....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114289467637323520?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114289467637323520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114289467637323520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114289467637323520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114289467637323520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-was-fun-but-its-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114212555327895553</id><published>2006-03-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:40:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/mikecreek.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/mikecreek.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/kcreek.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/kcreek.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;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;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;CREEK JUMPING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversation in Bible class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: What are you up to after class?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I dont know...I want to do something exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: JUMPING IN THE CREEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Greg &amp;amp; Heather: Krissy it's going to be freezing you always say youre going to do it but you wont!&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's because no one will do it with me!&lt;br /&gt;Mike: I will!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking crappppp) Um ok lets do it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---It was postponed til Thursday---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to think of a way to back out because I KNEW it was going to be reallllly cold. But when THursday came around Mike walked into class wearing a T shirt and his bathing suit ... so there was NO WAY that I could back done. Plus I had to prove the people wrong that said I would wuss out hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk to the creek holding our towels everyone looks at us like we are crazy. And just my luck the lax team was going to practice at that exact time. When we got to teh creek he went first and his screams made me want to go in even less hahaha but after sitting on the back for a few minutes I try to gracefully put my feet into the water... but I end up tripping and falling face first into the creek. After that I just ran into the middle of the creek and dove under hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you.... I LOVED IT!!!! It sounds so stupid but it was such a rush hahaha I can't wait for the water to get warmer so that we can all go tubing in it again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114212555327895553?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114212555327895553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114212555327895553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114212555327895553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114212555327895553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/03/creek-jumping-my-conversation-in-bible_11.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114117064338861588</id><published>2006-02-28T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:50:43.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So yesterday my poor Bible finally gave up and its binding fell apart. Ive had it for 5 years and i am very sad about this haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought id share that hahaha&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/18471129-114117064338861588?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114117064338861588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114117064338861588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114117064338861588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114117064338861588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-yesterday-my-poor-bible-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-114055658297501711</id><published>2006-02-21T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:44:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I realized that I never told the story of my Valentines Day! It stretches over a few days so bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I decided to have a dinner date night for Valentines Day...we had to celebrate it on Wednesday instead of Tuesday though because the lax guys have devotionals tuesday nights. So anyway back to my story..... the guys decided that the girls had to ask the guys to be their date. That was probally the most nerve racking thing I have ever done haha. Anyway we had to ask in some special way. So Monday night Bre and I dressed in all black and ran behind the guys room (the guys that we were going to ask were roomates luckily). We asked our friend Greg to make sure their window was open. Once we got there we had someone distract them so we could throw in the things we used to ask them. I asked my friend Tyler by attaching a note to a chocolate rose thing and Bre asked his roomate Bruce by taping a note to a football. We threw in "the goods" and ran away ahha. Once we got to teh Union Tyler called me and was like "IF you guys want us to be your date you need to ask us to our face" so it was freezing cold out and we still had to run back there and ask them. THankfully they said yes haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday was Valentines Day.... WHen I checked my mailbox I saw that there was a purple rose with a note attached saying " If I rearranged the alphabet I'd put U and I together" ok i know its corny but it was cute. I soon notcied that there were 11 other girls with a purple rose and a corny pick up line. It turned out to be my good friend Tommy...he bought a dozen roses and gave them to his closest girl friends. I thought it was relaly sweet! But so Lottie had a buffet dinner on Valentines Day and it was catered and everything.... very good :) While we were sitting there though this guy, Denny, walked over to my table and handed me a red carnation and got on his knees and said "will you be my valentine?" All the lax guys looked over and were standing and cheering. it was sooo embarrassing but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FInally on Wednesday we were able to celebrate Valentines Day....we all got dressed up and went to a restaurant and it was a lot of fun. I didnt get pics of us with our dates or anything! Ill take a pic soon so you can see what everyone looks like though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyy Happy Belated Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-114055658297501711?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/114055658297501711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=114055658297501711' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114055658297501711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/114055658297501711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-realized-that-i-never-told-story.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113985561367923173</id><published>2006-02-13T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:43:51.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20118.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20118.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20125.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20117.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20117.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20107.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bre's 19th Birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy Bre is 19 :) That day was probally the most stressful day of my life. In case you havent guessed it by now Bre and I spend almost every waking (and sleeping for that matter) moment together...so it's very hard to keep things from her and to do things without her knowing. There were quite a few times where I said I was either at the language lab or computer lab just so I could go out with Robyn or Byrce to get supplies! (I wish I had my own car at school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I wake up Bre at about 12:15 and make her sit on the couch and tell her that she has visitors already for her birthday. After only being awake for a minute three of our guy friends burst in the door and danced around the room.... it's probally the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. They are goofballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we shower and get pretty for the day and I send Bre to the basketball game to meet people while I go out with a friend to buy balloons and so forth. I then met her at the game in enough time to see our friend Zach score his 1000th point! It was sooooo fun! He had to score 15 or so points that game to get it so everytime he scored we would be counting down. I left a little early and made our friend Vinnie distract her (he had a present for her so it worked out well). The only problem was Bre was hungry and wanted food but I had given Vinnie strict orders to not let her eat. Bre was soo confused and was not happy that she wasnt allowed to get dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was preoccupied the girls and I got all dressed up to go out to dinner. (they took forever and Bre kept calling me asking me to save her from Vinnie because he was annoying her since she wasnt allowed to eat) I calmed her down by saying Id meet her at the union in a bit. So when we were all ready, all 12 of us girls went to the union and stood on the stairs and I called her to come with us. She was like What are you guys doing??? WHy do you look so good?? WHere are we going?? We took her to the Italian Oven restaurant and it is the cutest place ever. YOu drink your water through pasta noodles. THe food was cheap and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to our dorms and at about 9 we called her into Julianne and Katie's room where we can happy birthday and ate cake. (even though we were still completely full!) After cake Bre was getting bored and was saying "Krissy its only 930... why arent we doing anything... its my birthday we have to do something" I kept saying idk Bre the night is young we will think of something. Finally I wa slike ok Bre Bryce wants us ot go watch a movie in his room lets go. So we walked all the way to naugle in the snow...and got to his room. WHile we were there he looked at his friend and was like "hey wait isnt the recruit here tonight? ok lets go get him really fast" SO we go down to the basement and all teh lights are off and a strobe light is going on and everyone yells SURPRISE!!!!!!!! she was completely shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen we turned the music up and danced the night away! It was so much fun. THere were so many people there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIth all teh excitement of BRe's birthday I didnt get to sled... but I think thats waht i plan on doing tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113985561367923173?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113985561367923173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113985561367923173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113985561367923173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113985561367923173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/02/bres-19th-birthday-yayyy-bre-is-19.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113941680003283325</id><published>2006-02-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:41:12.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;This past weekend = craziness! I saw the movie "when a stranger calls" and although parts were cheesy i really liked it! but im a sucker for scary movies. Saturday night I went to a Copeland concert and it was seriously amazing! Has anyone heard of them? They rock! I was right in the front thanks to my friends pulling me up there haha. I even shook hands with the lead singer :) After the concert we had a dance party! haha yea for some reason they have had a lot of those here lately.... it reminds me of when I was in 8th grade! But i love dancing so its great. The theme was like preppy (or guys were golfers and girls were tennis players....?)or something? idk they always have dumb themes. so we all had like collared shirts and stuff. My friend is supposed to send me the pics from it so I'll post them soon. Sunday of course was the SuperBowl so I went to a superbowl party and that was fun too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Although that weekend was fun i can NOT WAIT til this weekend. Bre, my roomate and best friend here at school, is turning 19 years old!!!! I'm throwing her a suprise party! But yea so i have lots of work to do to plan it but im excited. just pray that I dont act too obvious and give it away! So after this weekend I will have soooo many pictures haha. It's just a matter of finding time to put them up here.... But I hope everyone is having a great time at home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113941680003283325?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113941680003283325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113941680003283325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113941680003283325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113941680003283325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-past-weekend-craziness-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113891755864175748</id><published>2006-02-02T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:01:11.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So guess who managed to pull of an A in writting intensive philosophy over J-term....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THATS RIGHT I DID!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am go glad that I am done with that class. It consisted of a 2-3 page paper every night and a 3-5 page every week. But I did it! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113891755864175748?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113891755864175748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113891755864175748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113891755864175748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113891755864175748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-guess-who-managed-to-pull-of-a-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113859193495106138</id><published>2006-01-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:32:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well I had a good time over break! It was very relaxing and a nice break from my hard course! I wish I had gotten to see more of you guys but I am thankful for the people I did get to see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I got my first pedicure ever! Looks good huh? hahah please excuse my dirty flip flops. It was so fun though! I almost kicked the lady in the face though because it tickled so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh and sorry if you don't like this pic linnea...its not good of anyone but I had to put it up....all three of us "goddesses" hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113859193495106138?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113859193495106138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113859193495106138' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113859193495106138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113859193495106138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-i-had-good-time-over-break-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113803284660455502</id><published>2006-01-23T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:27:48.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/whiteout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/whiteout.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey everyone! I'll be home from Tuesday afternoon until Sunday so if you want to do anything give me a call :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This weekend was very interesting....Friday night some of the girls and I went to a "White Out" party that some of the lacrosse players were throwing. You are supposed to wear all white, but My friends and I must have left all the white pants we own at home...haha so we wore jeans. Then we went to this apartment on campus and they had black lights on so all our white glowed in the dark. People then had highlighters that they were writting on eachother with. I asked Nicki to draw a star on my arm, but it ended up looking more like a leaf hahaha. But anyway then it was a big dance party and it was so fun! Bre and I decided that we are going to do that in our quad. Aimee is bringing back a strobe light and maybe ill find a black light or something. But i think it would be fun! After the party some of us went to a diner and then to WalMart...which we eventually got kicked out of for no reason...and I'm not just saying that. THe first thing they said when we walked in was "you might as well leave because if you do one thing we will kick you out" and next thing we know we are being followed. I'm sure it did look suspsious having 10 18/19 year olds walking around in white....like a gang or something haha but it was seriously ridiculous bc we did nothihng wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Saturday I got ahead on some school work and then I went to Friendlys that night for dinner! It was fun. The food was actually good and I dont remember the food at the one we had in Salisbury being anything special. The icecream of course was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunday my brother and I went over to my uncles house for dinner and that was a lot of fun! Home cooked meals rock haha My brother and I talked about singing a song together for a coffee house soon. I hope that it works out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway I'll see you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like the 100th time ive tried to post this.......i hope it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113803284660455502?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113803284660455502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113803284660455502' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113803284660455502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113803284660455502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-everyone-ill-be-home-from-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113761571717370008</id><published>2006-01-18T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:23:03.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have never felt God's hand guiding my life as much as I have this past month. It's an amazing feeling to think that everything going on right now is what God planned.&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/18471129-113761571717370008?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113761571717370008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113761571717370008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113761571717370008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113761571717370008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-never-felt-gods-hand-guiding-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113746603034715155</id><published>2006-01-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:47:10.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nannie's fruneral was beautiful. My mom was so brave and even spoke during the service! I'm so proud of you mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought this weekend was going to be horrible because literally all of my girlfriends went home due to the 3-day weekend. Bre and I were the only ones left. It was actually a lot of fun though! I'm not used to going to bed early though so my 8 am class is going to stink. only 7 days left! I'm actually starting to like my class, however I am ready for it to be spring semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home on break next wednesday.... isn't that weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113746603034715155?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113746603034715155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113746603034715155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113746603034715155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113746603034715155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/01/nannies-fruneral-was-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113683983074212912</id><published>2006-01-09T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:50:30.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/nannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/nannie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We called her Nannie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that we have all wished we knew someone better after it was too late. Well, I recently have been feeling this towards my grandmother Nannie. Now of course I knew her, but I mean I wish I &lt;strong&gt;really knew her &lt;/strong&gt;so that I could have better understood her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, if any of you have actually met my grandmother, you could tell that she had a story. In fact she had many and she was always more than willing to tell anyone around her who was willing to listen. She loved people, the weirder, the better haha. Nannie was always interested in the theature...maybe that is where I got it from? She came to all of my Rock-N-Roll Revival Shows, except for one which was due to a terrible snow storm in Baltimore. Nannie always told me how I had to have taken after her to be so comfortable on stage. It's nice to know that I will always have that part of Nannie with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was like every other Christmas in the Robins' household. We went up to Baltimore to visit my Mom's mom for lunch and then my Mom's dad for dinner. As usual I decorated Nannies christmas tree with her other grandchildren. Nannie made sure to tell us the story behind each ornament as we put it on the tree, like i said, with Nannie there is always a story. Because there are always so many people there, it's hard to get one on one time with her. But this year she asked me to help her with presents because she was not able to do it herself. So into her computer room I went, and it was just us for a long time talking. Now I realize that God must have given me that time with Nannie, to be with her one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas my dad's family came over, as well as Nannie and my Uncle Thomas. The first thing she did was to look at our Christmas tree, like usual. She loved seeing the ones that she would give us on our tree. She got along with my dad's family so well and they all loved her and got a kick out of her. Once again today I was given opportunity to talk to her one on one and hear more about her life. It was always funny to see what she got me for Christmas. My Uncle's liked to call it "Nannie crap" because it would always be something you wouldn't think you would get, or even existed. This year my mom and I got matching stockings with holly leaves all over them haha. I also got a basket weaving kit! Who knows maybe I'll actually try that. Without a doubt though, every year we got a disposable camera and chocolate coins. She passed the tradition of chocolate coins onto my mom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the expected comes too soon. We all knew that Nannie was really sick but it still doenst seem real. I know that next Christmas it will really hit me. Please pray for my mom and her brothers because they have done so much for her over the years and I know this must be really hard on them. I don't even want to think about what it would be like to lose a parent, a grandmother is bad enough. But as I look back onto her last days, she really did have a great time. Nannie is the type of person that leaves an impression on the heart of everyone she meets. I like to think that she went out with a bang, and thats Nannie for you. I am thankful that I was able to have her for my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 8, 2006 Rest In Peace Anne Mulligan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113683983074212912?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113683983074212912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113683983074212912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113683983074212912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113683983074212912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-called-her-nannie.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113674363958516399</id><published>2006-01-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:07:19.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;First week back at School= SUCCESS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although I'm beginning to think that I picked the wrong class to take over January....Writting Intensive Philosophy is not the best class to have for 3 hours a day.... starting at 8 in the morning haha. It's not too bad though, I like it. I am the only freshmen in the class, all the others are juniors or seniors so i feel that everytime i make a comment people are thinking "stupid freshmen!" haha just kidding everyone is nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's also great seeing all my Solly 3rd girls again! They are also girls and I think they might come stay a week with me in the summer! You guys would love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll write more later... Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113674363958516399?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113674363958516399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113674363958516399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113674363958516399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113674363958516399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-week-back-at-school-success.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113414847596044588</id><published>2005-12-09T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:14:35.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told myself that I would lock myself in my room this week to study....but when you have 3 other roomates I guess that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday MC has a "deck the halls" competition. And naturally, Solly 3rd won! Every part of the hall was decorated, one part was a candy making place, one was a reindeer pin (where we had someone dressed up as a reindeer), there was a post office, a toy factory. in the kitched we made sugar cookies and icing for people to decorate cookies. This is also where my friend Jamie, I mean Santa, sat in her office haha. shes so funny. She was like 'why do i always get stuck being the guy in everything we do!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Thursday, Bre Julianne Keena and I went to the wrestling match. It was fun going again because I used to be the manager of Bennetts wrestling team and it had been a long time since i saw a match! Bre Julianne and I painted M C on our cheeks and we won t-shirts! At the match there was this one man that had on a sparkly purple mask, a blue bow tie, ot pink shirt, and tie dye pants...... he was an oldman and no one knew who he was.... he won a sweatshirt for school spirit though haha. One of the wrestlers said that he was going to find us singlets to wear over our clothes for next time so that we will win a better prize........ we will see about that. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was invited to go to a Relient K concert tonight for only 15 bucks....... I know I shouldnt go...... but 15 BUCKS! I don't know when I will ever study!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone who was fortunate enough to see the midnight showing last night had an awesome time! I'm jealous but I'll see it when i come home.....by the way thats 6 flipping days! w00t w00t! My dad is picking me up in his new truck! I'm excited, i think it will be fun driving back with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way..... the snow cancelled by first 2 classes today....all i have to say is... it was amazing getting 3 extra hours of sleep and not having to go to an 8 o clock class :) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113414847596044588?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113414847596044588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113414847596044588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113414847596044588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113414847596044588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-i-told-myself-that-i-would-lock.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113374685576812469</id><published>2005-12-04T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:38:34.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20085.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20085.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/snow.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/snow.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20083.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20083.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/snowonton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/snowonton.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Well i figured that this would be my last weekend of fun here this semester since next weekend I will most likely be studying the whole time. :( Oh well its almost over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Friday my friends and I decided to go to Lancaster! So many of us fit into this little station wagon! it was fun. one of the pics is 7 of us smashed into the car. My friend Katie got the front seat to herself and so did the driver. haha Everyone decided they wanted to get another part of their ear peirced or something. One of my friends wanted to get one of those TINY TINY nose peircings and shes from lancaster so she knew a place there that was definately clean. I thought about getting a second hole or something but I am poor and it was so spur of the moment I didnt know if i actually wanted another peircing or if I was just going to get one because my friends were getting it done. Ya know? So i figured it would be better to wait. We went shopping though and the mall was amazing. Then we went to some little diner. it was cute. I have been to more diners here then my whole life. We then went to visit Nicki ( not Kicki) house. It was so nice to be in a home again! Her dad was embarrassing her with stories and it reminded me of the many times my father has done that to me and it made me miss him a lot. i have only seen him twice since I've been at college and ive been home 4 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Saturday I went with Kathleen Katie and Julianne to York College. Kathleens boyfriend picked us up. My friend Jon Nolan goes there so i got to see him which was fun! Anyway seeing that college made me VERY thankful that I go to Messiah. I am very spoiled here. I never realized that other schools might not have carpeted dorms and hallways and i have never been thankful that our ceiling tiles arent moldy or falling apart. Messiah rocks :) Anyway it was fun going there. At night it started snowing there a lot! Like really really hard. We all ran outside and caught snowflakes on our tongues! It was beautiful. I was very scared however that we were going to get stranded there hahaha but we made it back safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Today, Sunday, after church my friends and I watched the movie "Elf" and boy do i LOVE that movie. Will Farrell is adorable and cracks me up. We all attempted to do our homework but it didnt happen. I have a 5 page paper to write and I still have not started...oops. I have to compare my life to this book I read and the book is about wizardry...... or something like that.... wish me luck haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Here is a quote from my weekend that I thought was very funny. It actually reminded me of Linnea and I when we would always try to get "the brothers" to play with us: While we were in the car Friday night and deciding what we were doing afterwards Nicki yells in her high pitched voice, "Where are we going where are we going??????? (no answer, everyone is silent) I feel like an annoying two year old kid that everyone just ignores and pretend that I never said anything" i guess it was funnier in person but it made me laugh a lot :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;These next two weeks are going to be insane!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113374685576812469?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113374685576812469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113374685576812469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113374685576812469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113374685576812469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-i-figured-that-this-would-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113345995014267944</id><published>2005-12-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:59:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Weeks Left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Now that Messiah Soccer is over ... it's basketball time! And our basketball team is really good too! Last night we played E-town and won. We are playing Salisbury next Tuesday! That will be an interesting game haha. I'm still mad that we never got to play them in soccer :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last night a band called "Lovedrug" played at the Union. They were pretty good. Some guy came up to my friends and I and asked if he could get a picture of all the Solly 3rd girls.......it was really weird. None of us even knew the guy. I'm sure it was harmless but never the less, being the skeptical girl I am, I told him that we charged for photos and weren't interested. After they played Bre, one of my roomates, made me go with her to ask the bass player if she could get a picture with him hahaha shes a funny girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;At night my roomates and I always turn on Christmas music to calm us down from stressful days. It really does work! And Christmas music just puts me in a good mood haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113345995014267944?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113345995014267944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113345995014267944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113345995014267944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113345995014267944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-weeks-left-now-that-messiah-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113337126582175108</id><published>2005-11-30T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:23:54.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. When Christ, who is your life, is revealed, then you also will be revealed with Him in glory. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Colossians 3: 2&amp;amp;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The semester is quickly coming to an end and that means exam time. I'm nervous to take my first college final exams...I'm sure they are a lot different from highschool ones. But anyway so I just wanted to encourage everyone else who is preparing for exams, or who are just really busy right now to remember who it is that we are glorifying through our work. He will carry us through :) and it will be over soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Love you guys! 15 days til the semester is over and I'm back for Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113337126582175108?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113337126582175108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113337126582175108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113337126582175108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113337126582175108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/11/set-your-mind-on-things-above-not-on_30.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113313977421581015</id><published>2005-11-27T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:06:31.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off to school I go....&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;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well as you all know this past weekend I was at Home Sweet Home. I love Holidays at home! I had a lot of fun...maybe too much because now I am a sick puppy. I got to see so many people that I hadn't gotten to hang out with in a while! I have to admit, it is weird coming back. I felt as though I had to fit as many activities as possible in during my break. I'll make sure to not make this mistake again haha. Well here was my vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: After getting a 100% on my Biology for El. Ed. majors final project I was more than ready to go home! (she also said that I was a natural teacher:) it's always nice to hear that!) I got home and said hello to my parents and the kitties and then ran to try to catch the last bit of one of Greg's games. I made it for 10 minutes! I did love seeing him play though, its been a while. We hung out for a little while then I went to meet up with some of my friends I went to highschool with. We played some shout out game??? I dont know but it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: I woke up and baked with my mom :) She is a great teacher to learn from. Being away from home sometimes I forget how cute my mom is and how fun she is to be around! Then I went down to the Taylors and hung out there for the day. Ben came home that night and so I got to see him and Linnea too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: IT WAS THANKSGIVING. And I watched way too much of the Lost show than any normal person should. It was addicting. From now on I am banning them from our Thanksgiving festivites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; I watched a movie with my parents! Then I went to Elizabeths new apartment! She bought a new kitten. She had a bunch of girls over that I used to hang out with in highschool and hadn't seen in a while so it was a lot of fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: I went to Salsaritas with Greg and went to the mall for a little bit. Then the Townsends had an awesome Bonfire! I liked when we did that word game (ex. Captain Crunch, cheddar cheese and so on). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: I got to go to church!!!!!! Oh how i missed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway sorry for the long post. It's fun re-living my break haha I had so much fun and I can't wait til Christmas break. It is nice being back to school though. I have so much work to do before break but it will be ok haha. I hope all of your Thanksgiving breaks were good too! Love you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OH AND BY THE WAY.... MESSIAH WON IN GREENSBORO AND THEREFORE IS UNDEFEATED AND THAT MEANS WE ARE NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!! THAT GOES FOR OUR MENS AND WOMENS SOCCER!!! GOOO MESSIAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113313977421581015?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113313977421581015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113313977421581015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113313977421581015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113313977421581015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/11/off-to-school-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113262690800530242</id><published>2005-11-21T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:35:08.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20072.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20072.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20069.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20069.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/friends%20070%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/friends%20070%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This has been, by far, the best weekend I have had here at Messiah College. I love it here!!!! There is no way I can even begin to write down everything that happened this weekend. But God sure has blessed me with amazing friends here at college and I'm so glad I met them! I included a few pictures but I'll have to tell you the stories in person, they are always better that way. Messiah did win its game on Saturday as well though so our boys are going to the Final Four!!!!! It's amazing! But anyway this weekend's events ranged from going to the soccer games, haunted houses, to being brought back to Messiah College in a cop car........ hahahah yea like I said I will explain when I get home but this weekend was so fun. (And mom I heard you are reading blogs now too, don't worry I will explain when I get home :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home tomorrow! How exciting. I did so much work so that I wouldn't have too much to do over break. And I am so excited to teach my class tomorrow! Woo Hoo! Life is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113262690800530242?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113262690800530242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113262690800530242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113262690800530242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113262690800530242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113237167884604234</id><published>2005-11-18T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:41:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I scheduled my classes and I got all but one of the classes I wanted... so thats not too bad! Then I went to the soccer game against Maryville and of course we won :):):) 5-1! It was a lot of fun. I put a couple pics of the girls and I at the game. (on the top row from left to right is kicki, katie and kelly, then the bottom row is keena, julianne, me, and bre-just thought it might be helpful to put names with the faces)It was so freezing though!!! There was some guy from the other team that dressed up in a kilt and was running around without a shirt on.... it was weird haha but at least he wasn't rude or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so cold right now, I almost feel Fall weather was skipped! And I don't like that because fall is by far my favorite season. Last year I went to a football thing that Mr Franklin set up for the youth group and I had soooo much fun. I think that we should play football this year! Not like real hard core football but just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... 2 days of classes and 4 days til im home! almost 3! I'm about to go watch a movie so I will see you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113237167884604234?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113237167884604234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113237167884604234' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113237167884604234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113237167884604234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-today-i-scheduled-my-classes-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113220101609318866</id><published>2005-11-16T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:16:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry that I have no updated in forever..... so much has been going on! I finally finished a group project so I have that burden off my shoulders. Friday I have to register for my classes and it seems that everything I want is filling up and it is very stressful :(. Plus on Tuesday before I come home I have to teach a science experiment in my Bio Lab ( for El. Ed. majors). It may sound simple but it's not. In fact I find my major to be a lot more time comsuming than I had ever imagined. I also have to prepare a persuasive speech for monday and I still don't know what topic to choose!!! So right now I am a little stressed out haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This weekend should be fun though. NCAA sectionals are being held here at Messiah. What does that mean you ask? that means you should all come up here for some pretty awesome games. There is a game at 5 on Friday then we play at 730 and the winners of those two games ( us of course!) play on Saturday at 6. Then from there the winner goes to Final Four in Greensboro NC next weekend. ANyway they are going to be good games!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just keep thinking that when I get through all the next couple days I can then go home:) by the way i had a great time last weekend seeing everyone who wasnt busy :) It was so fun. I can't wait for our annual Thanksgiving night party!!!! It seems that the number of people is growing each year haha but thats fine. I can't wait !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway so I just ask for your prayers because I tend to overstress myself over things that I have no control over (such as my classes i want to take filling up) God is in control! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Until then.....6 days and 4 days of class left until I'm home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113220101609318866?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113220101609318866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113220101609318866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113220101609318866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113220101609318866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-sorry-that-i-have-no-updated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113112500901671215</id><published>2005-11-04T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:25:41.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Here is a question for you all. The last night in our wonderful cafeteria that  we call Lottie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Veal Parmesean&lt;/span&gt; was one of the dinner selections. Some of my friends got it not knowing what it was and we spent most of or dinner trying to figure it out. After asking random people in Lottie what exactly it was that they were eating, the majority said it was a baby cow that is kept in a little box, not allowed to move, and fed til the day it is slaughtered. I really didn't want to hear that while i was eating, but oh well. Anyway my roomate is still convinced that it is a baby lamb. I dont' really know but I think its a cow. But if it is a baby cow, then what is a baby lamb? Think about it and post me your thoughts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113112500901671215?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113112500901671215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113112500901671215' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113112500901671215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113112500901671215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-is-question-for-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18471129.post-113082027871545761</id><published>2005-10-31T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:20:42.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/1600/Friends%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/1808/320/Friends%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Happy Halloween!!! Soooo tonight was another amazingly fun night! I had just gotten back from a group project when my friend Kelly ran in my room and told me to put on all black. Apparently there was a costume party at the North Complex and some of the Solly 3rd girls decided to dress up as dominos! When we got to the contest we made a grand entrance and did the famous 'domino fall' and everyone was taking pictures. We did end up winning best costumes and we won 25$ to Papa Johns!!!! We are going to use it this weekend. It really helps out when you are a poor college student :) I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18471129-113082027871545761?l=gomcfalcons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/feeds/113082027871545761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18471129&amp;postID=113082027871545761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113082027871545761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18471129/posts/default/113082027871545761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gomcfalcons.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-soooo-toni_113082027871545761.html' title=''/><author><name>KristenAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724400089739554335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
