<?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-1696469389941413660</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:42:26.671-07:00</updated><category term='We love our kitties..'/><category term='those my peeps..'/><category term='big laughs'/><category term='huge fun.'/><category term='how long til I get to vote...'/><category term='My Parents'/><title type='text'>LoopyGirlKorner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7298419597807247985</id><published>2010-06-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:15:01.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My music categories!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well first off there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GENRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but that ones the usual..... so here are my categories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First off there's the awesome cool songs everyone loves, these songs have a beat that everyone attracts to, even though everyone has different tastes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then there's the cool songs a good percent attract to, but not everyone likes it. It might be the lyrics or beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's also the dumb songs that people listen to because it's fun and makes them laugh. It would be one of those songs that annoy you but you love to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also there's the dumb songs people like for no good reason, but listen to them anyway. These songs people attract to because it makes them happy, or in a better mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then there's the timeless classics, the ones that withstand time, and everyone loves. It's kinda like a good movie no matter how many times you see it, you still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then there are the songs people can relate to, and it comforts them. These songs help people and are just cool to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These are my categories:) Weird but true;) Haha now go listen to some music:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-7298419597807247985?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7298419597807247985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-music-categories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7298419597807247985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7298419597807247985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-music-categories.html' title='My music categories!!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-5591137977276537174</id><published>2010-03-27T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:06:42.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Woods! ENOUGH ON THE SUBJECT!</title><content type='html'>Ok,Ok I get it, he cheated and she is getting a divorce (Good for her!). Enough on the subject already, sure it was a shocker when it first came out, but now ya heard, ya don't care. It's like John and Kate plus 8... she's over it, he's getting the after shock... NEXT SUBJECT PLEASE! For John and Kate, Ok they had 8 kids... big whoop, on this movie I watched(I was a documentary about the Hitler thing). This couple lost there family and their two daughters gave them 17 or 18 grandchildren to replace there family. That's impressive, and very nice. For Tiger he cheated, she's getting a divorce. That doesn't ever happen in America, it's the first guy who ever cheated,&lt;em&gt; GASP, GASP.&lt;/em&gt; Boring next subject please! Sounds like a bad sitcom. Ugh... well that's all for now... SO BYEEEEEE!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-5591137977276537174?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5591137977276537174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/tiger-woods-enough-on-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/5591137977276537174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/5591137977276537174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/tiger-woods-enough-on-subject.html' title='Tiger Woods! ENOUGH ON THE SUBJECT!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-8930121170128365019</id><published>2010-03-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:01:53.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some problems</title><content type='html'>First of all there is the problem of EVERYONE (Well not everyone) criticizing me. Layken and Lauren criticize me about how i dress. Mom and Jacq about how I don't socialize with my own age enough or how I like to be alone in my room almost all day. Yeah I'm not a social butterfly, but I just like thinking other than talking. Oh and I love how they just always know how I feel, NOT! Agh it's true any doctor would say my habits are unhealthy. But people say to be myself, ha ha how I'm I supposed to be myself if they want me to change. The 4 criticizers never keep their opinions to themselves. They always tell me how i should change, what i should do instead. And then the constant don't listen to them listen to me. Again any doctor would say this is NORMAL for a teen. How is it normal? Agh, if I talked to a shrink they would say it's from losing Pappy(I still miss him) but while Pap was still alive I had these problems. I like myself the way I am whether anyone else does or not. I am staying the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-8930121170128365019?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8930121170128365019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-problems.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8930121170128365019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8930121170128365019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-problems.html' title='Some problems'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-3522331630262275240</id><published>2010-03-03T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:42:06.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the world</title><content type='html'>I'm watching 2012 while I type this, and it is a great movie. But if you have a weak stomach I suggest something to hide your face with. It makes my think of the real end of the world...if it will come.  (While I watch the movie Ma and Jacq aren't being quiet) If the world will end why before Christmas? And how is it going to end? Oh yeah, can we be in AZ when this happens? If the end of the world does come what will happen? So many questions so little time. Really lovely thought huh. Anyway those are all my questions. Please answer if you know any of the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-3522331630262275240?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3522331630262275240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/3522331630262275240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/3522331630262275240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-world.html' title='The end of the world'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-6218931920453670789</id><published>2010-02-24T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:53:46.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Sword in the Stone! How about Getting Ice off the Sidewalk!</title><content type='html'>I know why would a kid not like snow, I mean no school! That isn't my case. I go to online school, so no snow days. But that's also a good thing. Cause no make up days. I like snow but after awhile it gets higher and harder to shovel. I mean Ma never took a break, me and Jacq had to drag her away from her shovel. Ugh... that's why Ma and Jacq want to move to AZ. You should see the ice sickles they're taller than Ma. Well...taller than me anyway. Well it's melting now. But we're supposed to get more. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-6218931920453670789?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6218931920453670789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/forget-sword-in-stone-how-about-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/6218931920453670789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/6218931920453670789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/forget-sword-in-stone-how-about-getting.html' title='Forget Sword in the Stone! How about Getting Ice off the Sidewalk!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-8535372538566212121</id><published>2010-01-24T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:21:58.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams</title><content type='html'>This is a weird subject i know but I can't help thinking about it, these 4 dreams stick out in my mind. First, I had this dream when I was younger. I was at my old school (Homer Center) but before I tell you about it, it took place in the cafeteria in the closet where they put the tables. I was with other kids not one adult... for some odd reason there were babies with us. Maybe only 1 or 2, and me and some other kids were holding the doors as if to keep something out. I don't know why but I felt the adults were gone forever; all our parents. It made my stomach ache at the thought of not having ma. (This was before ma even met Sherry) Whatever was behind the door was trying to get us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was at this weird place but at the same time it was cool. But in the back of my mind we were at the school. And that's not the weirdest part. I had the feeling the adults, and the parents were gone, and that we were looking for them. We were very caution as if in danger. I woke up but we never found the parents or adults. These 2 dreams were just this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third dream; I was at the school I didn't have the feeling the parents were lost, just not around. The school was apparently being run by the older kids. I must have been one of the kids running it. I was in an office upstairs and I was the only one there. I felt something watching me and it felt like it was getting closer, I freaked and ran not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last dream was most recent. I was again at the school, I was by these steps but I never saw them before, they swirled down and were black and white. I felt like I was waiting for someone. The stairs were by a large window, so I just looked out waiting. Whoever it was I was waiting for, I had feeling he/she was my age and not one of the missing parents or adults. When I think about these dreams I think how I'd hate to go through that for real. Not knowing where the adults in my family were. Having to fight to survive, not to get caught by whoever it is I feel watching me. It scared me but also made me curious. Why is it always the school? Why are the parents gone? Where are they? Who was trying to get us? Why us? I'll keep posting. Tell me what you think:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-8535372538566212121?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8535372538566212121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8535372538566212121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8535372538566212121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dreams.html' title='My dreams'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7920132039563902526</id><published>2010-01-23T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:04:31.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My father</title><content type='html'>Another subject my friends bring up. And the one I hate the most. They all have their fathers in their life. Here's what they say" Well you should make an effort" "Well maybe he wasn't ready" "Give him a chance" blah blah blah so on and so forth. And it drives me crazy! Ugh! Sometimes I just want to yell it's none of your business but I don't want to be rude. They just don't know what it's like. Then when I say I don't want to talk about it. They go ballistic and say"fine don't except my help, be stubborn". And I think in the back off my mind how in the world am I being stubborn. It's not the kids job to make the effort, it's the parents. In this case anyway. This is totally off subject but I just thought of this. My friends want me to dress like them, have a dad like them, and live where they live. I think since I'm the ONLY one different technically... out of the friends who pester me about these subjects. I think they want me to the same and not be who I am. Ugh.. Sounds right. Correct me if i'm wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-7920132039563902526?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7920132039563902526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-father.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7920132039563902526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7920132039563902526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-father.html' title='My father'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-9165510900403034745</id><published>2010-01-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:34:57.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My style and my friends style</title><content type='html'>My style is baggy, comfy, all jeans, and i think stylish. My friends style skin tight, it looks un-comfy, and it's an OK style I still like my style. Again when I go over to a sleepover I bring my style of clothes. As soon as I change or something they complain about my style. Then they force me to do(in my opinion stupid) a makeover. They dress me up like a doll and don't care what I say. I feel like they don't like me for who I am. Which is geeky girl;P. They say I should be a model. I don't want to be a model though. But they just keep pushing it on me. Here's how I see it... I go over, they bring up the subject, corner me, and force me to talk about it. Correct me if i'm wrong but i'm not supposed to feel that way around friends. Again UGH....:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-9165510900403034745?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9165510900403034745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-style-and-my-friends-style.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/9165510900403034745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/9165510900403034745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-style-and-my-friends-style.html' title='My style and my friends style'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-270089577010805174</id><published>2010-01-23T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:16:56.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Az</title><content type='html'>Ma and Jacq want move to Arizona. I think it would be cool. But my friends don't want me to go. Every time I go to sleepover(cause we always just have one big sleepover with everyone there) they all gang up on me and bring up several subjects I'm not comfortable with. So I'll say i don't want to talk about or I'll think about it. But they will just say I need to talk about it now. With the subject AZ... they ask what's out there? You don't know anyone. Then they'll mention about my family. When I talk to Ma and Jacq I want to go... But when I talk to my friends i don't really know. So when I come home I'm so confused. And when I think about the consequences. If I go my friends would hate me. And if I stay I'll miss Ma and Jacq too much. Ugh...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-270089577010805174?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/270089577010805174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-to-az.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/270089577010805174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/270089577010805174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-to-az.html' title='Moving to Az'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-577044306853132600</id><published>2009-12-25T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:02:16.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My version of The night before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house &lt;div&gt;Raney and Puma were running, not slowing down, probably chasing a mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stockings were hung up high so Puma and Raney couldn't knock them down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In hopes that Puma and Raney calm down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are snug on the couch watching t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While their last drink knocks them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me in my pajamas and the cats in their collars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got to bed and Raney and Puma finally settled down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all of a sudden I heard a crash from downstairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Ma, and Jacq ran down the stairs to what in the world was the matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flew to the living room to see what's the matter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tore down the steps and looked around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw to my horror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I froze when I saw the Christmas tree on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Puma and Raney right beside it with a guilty I didn't do it look on their faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma yelled "Oh come on you two... Oh just move"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put the tree back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And went back to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I went upstairs I told Raney and Puma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't worry about and Merry Christmas and Happy new year:)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-577044306853132600?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/577044306853132600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-version-of-night-before-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/577044306853132600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/577044306853132600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-version-of-night-before-christmas.html' title='My version of The night before Christmas'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-9047143090885285794</id><published>2009-12-19T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:28:53.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people feel life has no meaning, I don't think that. I think life has so much meaning that people try to forget all of the meaning it has, and that's why people feel this way. Sometimes I feel that the harder you try to figure out your emotions the harder they become to figure out. Then sometimes I feel the past has too many emotions. To me...the past has so many emotions, I can't keep track. Many things trigger memories. For me almost everything triggers memories. People say you shouldn't dwell in the past... but it's hard not to. It's hard for me too. When people talk about their past they talk about the good things, I guess because that's all they want to remember. I want to remember everything.. even the bad memories. I guess. I don't like talking about how i feel or felt in the past... because I already know what people are going to say and sometimes what they do say... sometimes it only makes it worst. So I hope you enjoyed all my posts so far. I'll keep typing but you know me, so it might be awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-9047143090885285794?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9047143090885285794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/9047143090885285794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/9047143090885285794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7733522909165243745</id><published>2009-12-19T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:21:32.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaws is and will always be the best shark movie!!!!</title><content type='html'>Me, Ma and Jacq were watching Jaws and Jaws 2. Jaws is the &lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt; shark movie. I don't care what &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;say's. I love Jaws. We also watched the special features. Man oh man! they went through A LOT just to get that shark working. They didn't have computer generation back then... &lt;em&gt;AND YET&lt;/em&gt; it still (in my opinion) is the best shark movie. I think this because it has feeling, it has you on the edge of your seat, and it has the best song choices. :) . Jaws two is the &lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt; shark movie sequel. I remember watching the special features for the second movie. That they SHOULDN'T show the shark but they didn't want that because they did that with the original Jaws. I know I said this before but I have to say it again, it is the BEST shark movie. I have watched many,many shark movies... but NONE of them had me screaming, on the edge of my seat and yelling at the characters as much as Jaws and Jaws 2. I have watched Jaws and Jaws 2 AT LEAST 100 times. So I know what's gonna happen... but it always; no matter what, makes me jump. In my opinion no shark movie will ever beat Jaws. They can come close but they won't ever beat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-7733522909165243745?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7733522909165243745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/jaws-is-and-will-always-be-best-shark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7733522909165243745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7733522909165243745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/jaws-is-and-will-always-be-best-shark.html' title='Jaws is and will always be the best shark movie!!!!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7474170977788795270</id><published>2009-12-09T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:24:53.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas carols</title><content type='html'>I made up some Christmas carols so i hope you like them. (I just really altered them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashing through the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Hoping on one leg&lt;br /&gt;Passing through the dining room&lt;br /&gt;Tripping all the way&lt;br /&gt;Running at break neck speeds&lt;br /&gt;Making people laugh&lt;br /&gt;When I bump into the couch&lt;br /&gt;Puma dashing up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;(Dashing through the snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puma the kitty cat&lt;br /&gt;Is a rotten little punk&lt;br /&gt;With straight whiskers and a wet nose&lt;br /&gt;And two big olive colored eyes&lt;br /&gt;Puma the kitty cat&lt;br /&gt;Is a punk they say&lt;br /&gt;He was mostly fur&lt;br /&gt;But the children know&lt;br /&gt;How playful he always is&lt;br /&gt;Puma the kitty cat&lt;br /&gt;Was playful all the time&lt;br /&gt;And the children say&lt;br /&gt;He always chased his tail&lt;br /&gt;(Frosty the snowman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puma, the farting punk (punk)&lt;br /&gt;Had a very stinky smell (pee-u)&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever smelt it (smelt it)&lt;br /&gt;You’d probably pass out with one whiff (it stinks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the other kitty cats (kitty cats)&lt;br /&gt;Used to run and screech with fear (he’s coming)&lt;br /&gt;They never let poor Puma (Puma)&lt;br /&gt;Join in any kitty cat games (Like mouse trap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one crowded Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Missi came to say: (in her underwear)&lt;br /&gt;“Puma with your smell so strong&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you clear out some of the annoying guests tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the kitty cats loved (loved him)&lt;br /&gt;As they meowed out with glee (yip-pee)&lt;br /&gt;Puma, the farting punk (punk)&lt;br /&gt;You’ll go down in history (like Gorge Washington)&lt;br /&gt;(Rudolph the rednose reindeers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet toasting over a heating vent&lt;br /&gt;Puma and Raney nipping at your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Kitty begins to sing a carol,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Jacq dress me up like a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;Moms making turkey, while Jacq waits under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I try to get Puma and Raney calm&lt;br /&gt;Stormy comes out of the kitchen to see the tree&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to sleep with Puma and Raney eating up the tree&lt;br /&gt;I know that my family will be here soon&lt;br /&gt;Cars loaded with laughing children&lt;br /&gt;And wanting to here story’s of old Chris Cringle&lt;br /&gt;Asking do reindeers really fly?&lt;br /&gt;I say a simple phraseto the bright eyed children&lt;br /&gt;Although it’s been said so many times it never gets old&lt;br /&gt;A Merry Christmas to you and to all a good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the weather outside maybe frightful,&lt;br /&gt;But moms yelling isn’t delightful,&lt;br /&gt;And since we've no place to go,&lt;br /&gt;I say Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't show signs of Pausing,&lt;br /&gt;So I got some popcorn to hang on the tree&lt;br /&gt;The lights are on but mom is still yelling&lt;br /&gt;and I say Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;When we finally say goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;How I'll hate to try to sleep with the sound of the storm at my window&lt;br /&gt;But if I only hear the sound of my cats feet&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;All the way through the night&lt;br /&gt;The storm is slowly dying,&lt;br /&gt;And, it’s slowing to just snow&lt;br /&gt;But as long as it’s not thundering&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I say Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my carols but now it’s late so I’ll say to you&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-7474170977788795270?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7474170977788795270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-carols.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7474170977788795270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7474170977788795270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-carols.html' title='My Christmas carols'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7444403860187499047</id><published>2009-10-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:20:16.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huge fun.'/><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>Whats with cartoons these days? I think they lack a sense of fun. I mean where is the fun, the adventure, the comedy?... Where's the anvil falling on the cartoons head? Where's the imagination? I ask &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt; where is the fun? [Some example's of FUN:Looney tunes, tiny toons, Smurfs, Snorks, etc.] Now, in those cartoons I am on the floor howling before the show barely begins!&lt;div&gt;  The kids of today only know mostly reality shows, cartoons with no fun... they are too young for that. I mean put some action and adventure in the cartoons at least. I have watched some of them; I won't mention any names, they have a pet platypus who is a secret agent [hint] that has action scene's. I will say this; it's a nice cartoon but it doesn't make me laugh. Once or twice but that was all. Why are the cartoons like this? This; I don't know. But, here are some ideas of mine that explains what I mean. Stuff falling on the cartoons head. My guess they think it's too violent...REALLY? But I think it's funny and they always survive. Parents just need to explain that those are cartoons and that they are not to imitate what they do on TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Here's a show I forgot to mention Duck Dodgers, It has action, adventure, and comedy. So put the fun back in cartoons, and if you don't believe me go to youtube and watch some of the cartoons I mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-7444403860187499047?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7444403860187499047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/cartoons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7444403860187499047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7444403860187499047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-8191517172227443402</id><published>2009-10-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:26:18.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SttdvcRnhcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BOqSayMAinM/s1600-h/marriage+equality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394008048331621826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SttdvcRnhcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BOqSayMAinM/s320/marriage+equality.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-8191517172227443402?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8191517172227443402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8191517172227443402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8191517172227443402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SttdvcRnhcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BOqSayMAinM/s72-c/marriage+equality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-4679335356249710867</id><published>2009-10-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:31:06.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Marriage...</title><content type='html'>What is the big whoop? Gay's should be allowed to get married. This is what I think. They are points that my mother read off the internet to me and Jacq, and what I think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kids. Turn on the t.v. watch the maury show. I don't watch the show. But Jacq does and I'll hear it at times while i'm on the computer. Anyway, I am being raised by two gay mothers... and I think it makes me more open-minded. About the maury show; there are a lot of straight unmarried people who have kids and don't know who the father is or think that 10 guys "could be." I know alot of kids who swear and their parents are straight or divorced. I don't swear, so having gay parents does not make you bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bible. Some people say the Bible is against Gay marriage.... I think that is the most stupid excuse. In the Bible it says nothing about gays. It does however mention divorce. I hear about more straight divorces than gay divorces (oh, right..they don't have the right to marry). I agree with my mom when she says " People who use the Bible against gays have no backbone of their own, they are driven by fear; just like those accused because of 'Satanic Panic'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is for a man and a woman. This is another thing that bothers me... Why is marriage just for a man and woman? I mean if you like one another you should be allowed to get married. Right? So what if it is two women or two men getting married, as long as you're consenting adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That's enough for me, if you want to read more: &lt;a href="http://www.bidstrup.com/marriage.htm"&gt;http://www.bidstrup.com/marriage.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be gay, but I don't care if you are Gay, Straight, or Bi. So if you don't like gays get off your high horse, and educate yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: George Washington and Abe Lincoln were gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-4679335356249710867?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4679335356249710867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/gay-marrige.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/4679335356249710867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/4679335356249710867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/gay-marrige.html' title='Gay Marriage...'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-8557441849267326560</id><published>2009-09-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:38:52.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it what's with all the hate?</title><content type='html'>And by hate I mean for gays. If a kid can accpet gays... Ok so we know kids don't really care. I have a question for all you gay haters. What if  everyone in the world was the same[almost the same] all straight and boring... and your best friend in the whole wide world was gay and neglected. would you neglect him/her too? What would you say? Would you still be friends?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if you quit being his/her friend just because he/she is gay..... THERE IS SOMETHING TERRIBLE WRONG WITH YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not be gay but my mom is and the whole family loves her. I love her and I don't know one person who wouldn't like her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't hate.... love. Love is nicer and it makes everyone happy=-]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-8557441849267326560?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8557441849267326560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-get-it-whats-with-all-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8557441849267326560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8557441849267326560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-get-it-whats-with-all-hate.html' title='I don&apos;t get it what&apos;s with all the hate?'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-2255492892679940359</id><published>2009-09-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:11:19.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE TEACHERS CRAZY?!?!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes they are. This teacher[I won't say any names cause I forget her name] a kindergarden teacher each and every time. Heres what happened 1998, 2002, 2003, 2006, and 2007 this woman roughly threw a child down, kicked a child down, grabbed the back of a child's neck, but that's not all, she also slammed a child's head down on his desk causing lacerations to his head! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY IS THIS WOMAN STILL TEACHING?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; They say it costs money. OH no they can't spend a few bucks so the children in their school won't be hit or kicked OH no. It doesn't even cost anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO WHY DON'T THEY FIRE HER?!?! ARE THEY CRAZY TOO?!?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-2255492892679940359?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2255492892679940359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-teachers-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/2255492892679940359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/2255492892679940359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-teachers-crazy.html' title='ARE TEACHERS CRAZY?!?!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-6189292723882228980</id><published>2009-09-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:52:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!! WT!!!!! I can't get this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/Sqk_ysAyOaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jeGGQcskNGI/s1600-h/rubiks-cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901369911228834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/Sqk_ysAyOaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jeGGQcskNGI/s320/rubiks-cube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get this i have tried and tried but nothing. If you got it ever tell my how to fix this. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BECAUSE IT'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRIVING ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CRAZY!!! PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HELP!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Has that ever happened to you somethings on the tip of your tounge, you almost have then bang ya lost it? Any way can some one please tell me how to win this?&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/1696469389941413660-6189292723882228980?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6189292723882228980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-wtf-i-cant-get-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/6189292723882228980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/6189292723882228980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-wtf-i-cant-get-this.html' title='OMG!! WT!!!!! I can&apos;t get this!!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/Sqk_ysAyOaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jeGGQcskNGI/s72-c/rubiks-cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7116283210626966726</id><published>2009-08-06T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:42:35.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ECONOMY!!!!   What i think...</title><content type='html'>The topic on the tip of your tongue.. The economy today.&lt;br /&gt;I think that they're making a BIG deal out nothing! Here is what we should do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get rid of those meters. Why? Because they're just there so the rich people can get more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give the jobs to the people who are going to work. Why? Because if your there for a long time they'll fire or lay you off, and all because they don't want to give you  benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop giving the banks big money. Why? Because they're just pocketing it. Give it to the people who need it the most.[ NOT THE RICH PEOPLE!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Let the rich people pay more taxes for a change. Why? Because the poor and middle class are the ones who have been paying for too long. I say we switch it up, let them have  it all for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I gladly leave the rest to Obama.[Awesome President]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-7116283210626966726?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7116283210626966726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/economy-what-i-think.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7116283210626966726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7116283210626966726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/economy-what-i-think.html' title='THE ECONOMY!!!!   What i think...'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-5318296061354373767</id><published>2009-08-06T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:44:57.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kat named Puma!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SnrPqSkaPTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QGd2MrP5MVY/s1600-h/puma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366830231411375410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SnrPqSkaPTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QGd2MrP5MVY/s320/puma.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this is a little late. Puma is our new kat!!! And &lt;strong&gt;HE &lt;/strong&gt;looks like a smaller version of Stormie and Rainy combined. Heres a pic. Isn't he cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far while having him,I learned that his favorite color is green and he is VERY hyper-active.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-5318296061354373767?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5318296061354373767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-kat-named-puma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/5318296061354373767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/5318296061354373767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-kat-named-puma.html' title='New Kat named Puma!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SnrPqSkaPTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QGd2MrP5MVY/s72-c/puma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-8185785572246692289</id><published>2009-03-07T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:21:44.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLTx84HByI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVdwftNW9VQ/s1600-h/dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310539765731755810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLTx84HByI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVdwftNW9VQ/s320/dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLTJsuX44I/AAAAAAAAADw/4P0cEkCT_yw/s1600-h/cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310539074201183106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLTJsuX44I/AAAAAAAAADw/4P0cEkCT_yw/s320/cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;How to wash a toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Put both lids of the toilet up And add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the lid. You may need to stand on the lid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a 'power-wash' and rinse'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift the lid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, And run outside where he will dry himself off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sincerely, The Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-8185785572246692289?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8185785572246692289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8185785572246692289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/8185785572246692289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-funny.html' title='TO FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLTx84HByI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVdwftNW9VQ/s72-c/dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-4655696347257817412</id><published>2009-03-07T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:16:24.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how long til I get to vote...'/><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLVhVWUyII/AAAAAAAAAEI/UdJf643AG1c/s1600-h/pout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310541679266416770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLVhVWUyII/AAAAAAAAAEI/UdJf643AG1c/s320/pout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Jacq are trying to lose weight, but I don't think they should. But of course, my voice isn't important to them. I could say one thing and they tell my to shut up or be quiet. Plus, it's not like they don't talk a lot, I think they talk more than me. Also they don't let me in conversations half the time. They might say they do, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but again;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I talk, they tell me to shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-4655696347257817412?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4655696347257817412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/problems.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/4655696347257817412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/4655696347257817412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLVhVWUyII/AAAAAAAAAEI/UdJf643AG1c/s72-c/pout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-1292388741378460297</id><published>2009-01-24T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:44:00.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those my peeps..'/><title type='text'>My friends</title><content type='html'>My best friends are Layken,Summer,Jackie,Corrine,Laura,and Lauren, Layken is my cousin, as well as a great friend. Summer was at my school in third grade but then she transferred to another school then she came back this year. Jackie was first just a friend then we became best friends. Corrine is a really great friend, and she is great at art. Laura is older than me but only by 3 or less years. Laren was first Laykens best friend then she introduced us and we became best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-1292388741378460297?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1292388741378460297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/1292388741378460297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/1292388741378460297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friends.html' title='My friends'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-6259346041198424937</id><published>2009-01-19T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:42:13.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Parents'/><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUkhgh0irI/AAAAAAAAABM/czWNXj4ANE0/s1600-h/MeAgain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177095129959090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUkhgh0irI/AAAAAAAAABM/czWNXj4ANE0/s320/MeAgain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUkhgvqpBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wid4lHsLIo4/s1600-h/MissiCHILLIN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177095188030482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUkhgvqpBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wid4lHsLIo4/s320/MissiCHILLIN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway First my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; shes going back to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; cool huh. She helps me out with a lot of problems. Me and Jacq tease her since shes so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;shor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;. So we call her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;5 foot midget and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;. She also picky about my showers. She says " Since your growing up you have to shower every nite". Now &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Jacq&lt;/span&gt; she is my second mom (not stepmom). When my room is a mess she tells me to clean it up. But it is for the best. She is a Therapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;. She loves Yankee candles. She lights the candles a lot. So it always smells nice. Except when I fart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696469389941413660-6259346041198424937?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6259346041198424937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-parents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/6259346041198424937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/6259346041198424937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-parents.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUkhgh0irI/AAAAAAAAABM/czWNXj4ANE0/s72-c/MeAgain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-7496444586174500629</id><published>2009-01-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:35:58.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We love our kitties..'/><title type='text'>Our Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBoTYDFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Rm-n8yF3dT8/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531238993857618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBoTYDFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Rm-n8yF3dT8/s320/kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBE9U3WI/AAAAAAAAADg/fVLBkqul620/s1600-h/raney+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531229506133346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBE9U3WI/AAAAAAAAADg/fVLBkqul620/s320/raney+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBPLPg5I/AAAAAAAAADY/RtavvvOI9RI/s1600-h/raney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531232248857490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBPLPg5I/AAAAAAAAADY/RtavvvOI9RI/s320/raney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have three cats; they are all so adorable, if I do say so myself. Kitty is the youngest, she is black and has white under her neck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stomach. She is the only one &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fixed, so she's in and out of heat. Next is Raney he is in the middle of Kitty and Stormie. He has a lot of different colors; like white, brown, and black. Sometimes he watches me play in my room, he just lies down and watches, although sometimes he tries to play too. Then our oldest, Stormie, she has black and brown fur. She stays in the kichen and dinning room because of Raney and Kitty. They will chase her back into the kitchen. Sometimes mom and jacq bring her in their room. Kitty's nickname is rinkatink or tink. Raney's is poobie boy. Then Stormy's is wallie gorilla.&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/1696469389941413660-7496444586174500629?l=loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7496444586174500629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7496444586174500629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696469389941413660/posts/default/7496444586174500629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopygirlkorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-cats.html' title='Our Cats'/><author><name>LoopyGirls Korner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832356996481968453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SXUqHrYrr0I/AAAAAAAAACY/PaVRcEg56LI/S220/log+jammer.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXoZYlMD_IM/SbLMBoTYDFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Rm-n8yF3dT8/s72-c/kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696469389941413660.post-2697689669516350187</id><published>2009-01-19T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:17:15.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Tanner or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loopy Girl&lt;/span&gt;. This is my first time blogging, so i'm sorry if its not the greatest, yet!  My mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacq&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt; and now me. I guess were a blogging family. 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