<?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-7966782240548912217</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:08:05.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Pigs Fly</title><subtitle type='html'>I think pigs would look cute with wings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-2553939635415881409</id><published>2008-12-27T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:08:26.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new member of the Cullen family (Alices lost twin sister!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SVZga0VC1dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7-lYD4G55bo/s1600-h/PICT0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284517226605630930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SVZga0VC1dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7-lYD4G55bo/s320/PICT0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep so i got this new haircut for Christmas and I'm really happy with it! I even got redish highlights. BUt the best part is that I look sort of liuke Alice Cullen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-2553939635415881409?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/2553939635415881409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=2553939635415881409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2553939635415881409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2553939635415881409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-member-of-cullen-family-alices-lost.html' title='The new member of the Cullen family (Alices lost twin sister!)'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SVZga0VC1dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7-lYD4G55bo/s72-c/PICT0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-417058436844813056</id><published>2008-12-07T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:48:18.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>I like peace but it's hard to maintain. Especially at home. I mean when I see one of my brothers doing something really stupid. This kinda happens a lot. I automatically start to criticize them. But what does that get you? It gets you a now even more frustrated brother who is ready to start a fight. Instead the best thing to do is help them out or just not be mean. Another thing I have to work on to keep the peace is not complaining. Complaining is a toughy for me. It's just how I like to voice my opinion sometimes. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; if I do complain I usually don't get what I want people just end up being short with me. So ya I can contribute to being a peacemaker in my house by doing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-417058436844813056?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/417058436844813056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=417058436844813056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/417058436844813056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/417058436844813056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-8977324861421791206</id><published>2008-12-07T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:01:07.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a better example</title><content type='html'>School is full of so much peer pressure these days. When one of my friends has an opinion about  a teacher or homework or something not a lot of my friends voice their own opinions anymore. Instead  they just nod and agree with the person and go with the flow. And I'm not going to lie I do it too. It just takes less effort than voicing your opinion. Like this, but in other more important times when someone is getting picked on and everyone is laughing, it would be so much easier to sit and laugh with them. And I regretfully admit I've done that too. But to stand up for what is right and question these things shows true personality. It's definitely &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;easy for me to do it but I'm working on it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;more in&lt;/span&gt; my life. Because when I see other people doing it&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I have a lot of respect for that person  and that is what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-8977324861421791206?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/8977324861421791206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=8977324861421791206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/8977324861421791206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/8977324861421791206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-happy.html' title='Being a better example'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-2106862866554078478</id><published>2008-12-07T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:37:02.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am</title><content type='html'>These are two things I can relate myself to. A lollipop and a piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am Tootsie Pop&lt;br /&gt;On the outside&lt;br /&gt;Colorful and bright&lt;br /&gt;Behind the wrapper&lt;br /&gt;A sweet sticky goodness&lt;br /&gt;A solid brick&lt;br /&gt;That guards its prize&lt;br /&gt;The prize&lt;br /&gt;An even more&lt;br /&gt;Mouth drooling chocolate&lt;br /&gt;The sweet and the chocolate work together&lt;br /&gt;In harmony to make something&lt;br /&gt;All together&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Several layers&lt;br /&gt;Each one better than the next&lt;br /&gt;Clashing&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and sour&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and cherry&lt;br /&gt;All adding to the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I am a piano&lt;br /&gt;Each key brings a different pitch&lt;br /&gt;Every one unique in its own way&lt;br /&gt;It brings so many melodious moods&lt;br /&gt;Eerie and creepy&lt;br /&gt;Jolly and popping&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and smooth&lt;br /&gt;Played right, a tune appears&lt;br /&gt;Played wrong a confusing mass of clashing sounds is heard&lt;br /&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;High and&lt;br /&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;Notes&lt;br /&gt;And there is everywhere in between&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the tone becomes out of tune&lt;br /&gt;And one must rechannel it back&lt;br /&gt;To its sweet ring of sound again&lt;br /&gt;At first look a piano looks simple and sleek with its shining keys&lt;br /&gt;But underneath the hood&lt;br /&gt;Gadgets and strings move&lt;br /&gt;Busily&lt;br /&gt;Working to create the beautiful outcome&lt;br /&gt;We hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-2106862866554078478?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/2106862866554078478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=2106862866554078478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2106862866554078478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2106862866554078478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-am.html' title='What I am'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-2402858666727468366</id><published>2008-11-26T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:03:37.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the thing that guides you</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've come to a conclusion for myself about life in general. It's not black and white. For a while I was all caught up on the church's standard's and living them exactly as told. But I realize now that those guidelines are set for you to keep you on track. You can date when you 15(if your readyamd mature enough) ...the world won't explode. I think what it really comes down to is following what your inner spirit tells you to do. For example Stephanie Meyer (the Twilight series author) never imagined herself as being a writer. Then one day she had a dream... and something told her to write it down. Now she is famous world wide and I am convinced this is her destiny and inner spirit guiding her. Now I'm not saying that if you follow your inner spirit your going to be rich and famous but your life will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;. So anyway back to black and white. You can do whatever you feel is right, like dating at 15, as long as you also feel you are following your inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spirit,&lt;/span&gt; and that will lead you to what you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to do no matter how small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-2402858666727468366?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/2402858666727468366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=2402858666727468366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2402858666727468366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2402858666727468366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/following-thing-that-guides-you.html' title='Following the thing that guides you'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-2171806155159273699</id><published>2008-11-23T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:29:36.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage years aren't all they are hiped up to be</title><content type='html'>Being a teenager isn't always the best thing in the world. You have to deal with peer pressure and finding out who you are. Modesty is really tricky one. I sometimes want to wear a tank top or a skirt above my knees. They are way cute! I'm not going to lie. But at the same time... besides immodest clothing being &lt;em&gt;immodest &lt;/em&gt;they are usually plain uncomfortable. Who wants to always be glancing at your shirt to make sure the low cut is no going &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;low. Or always pulling you miniskirt down  so people don't see your underwear! Sometimes I think people go to large extents just to impress people.... it's really stupid. Media is also problem. You can't trust ratings on movies any more. Like some pg-13 movies are actually okay. For example Twilight... it's a good movie it shows good moral values. But other movies like Click can be inappropriate and perverted. It just sick. But they all say pg-13. What is one to think? It's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confuzzling&lt;/span&gt;.  Dating is another issue. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; at my school is dating at such young ages. But why? People break up in like 2 days and get all emotional about it. Why waste your time doing that when you can actually have meaningful relationships with people if you wait just a little longer. I don't think that dating is restricted until you are 16 but I do thin k you should wait until truly ready to socialize with others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maturely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-2171806155159273699?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/2171806155159273699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=2171806155159273699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2171806155159273699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/2171806155159273699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/teenage-years-arent-all-they-are-hiped.html' title='Teenage years aren&apos;t all they are hiped up to be'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-8957851188209284196</id><published>2008-11-23T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:14:09.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay if you haven't already seen the play Wicked GO SEE IT! It's a really good play that has several morals to it. For example one I've been thinking about, it's a question asked repeatedly through the play. Are people born wicked or is wickedness thrust upon them? I think that wickedness is thrust upon people, because of certain events in their life. For example, a thief might choose the wrong choices because his parents never taught him what is right and how to live his life. Something devastating might have happened that caused him to need money. He wasn't born a thief but through his life wickedness was thrust towards him. Even someone like a bully at school is effected through events. His parents may not give him the love he needs or he is being bullied as well. Again he wasn't born that way but he was changed through choices and consequences in his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-8957851188209284196?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/8957851188209284196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=8957851188209284196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/8957851188209284196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/8957851188209284196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/wicked.html' title='Wicked'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-857699572886999358</id><published>2008-11-23T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:05:36.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talents I have</title><content type='html'>1) I make a wicked guacamole&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm really good at talking&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm good at making friends&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm good at being kind&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm good at being funny&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm good at writing and reading&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm good with technology&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm good at problem solving&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm good at school&lt;br /&gt;10) I can play the piano&lt;br /&gt;11) I can play the oboe&lt;br /&gt;12) I can sing (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;13) I can make some sweet models (like of places... Eiffel Tower.. The Barrier Reef)&lt;br /&gt;14) I rock at dancing ( it's definitely an abstract kind kind of dancing)&lt;br /&gt;15) I'm good at drawing&lt;br /&gt;Talents I want to develop&lt;br /&gt;1) Sing better&lt;br /&gt;2) Have more courage&lt;br /&gt;3) Be better at saying sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-857699572886999358?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/857699572886999358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=857699572886999358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/857699572886999358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/857699572886999358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/talents-i-have.html' title='Talents I have'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-3555364424236595620</id><published>2008-11-23T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:42:16.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero's in my Life</title><content type='html'>Regular people in my life my make a huge difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Michelle... She is always so positive always smiling and funny. She always has something fun planned that brings our entire family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from school... Eliza.... She is always reaching out to others. She sits with kids on the bus who have disabilities. She helps me to be kinder to everyone and stand up to things I believe in and have integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor Barb.... She is always complementing me and making me feel happy inside. She is so inviting to me sharing everything she has with me.. making me feel at home.... like she is part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom..... she deals with a the balls I throw at her patiently (rolling my eyes, arguing, you know teenage stuff.) She helps me through it all and I learn from her. She never really tries to cruise through life... always layed back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-3555364424236595620?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/3555364424236595620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=3555364424236595620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/3555364424236595620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/3555364424236595620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/heros-in-my-life.html' title='Hero&apos;s in my Life'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-5951887548784405850</id><published>2008-11-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:29:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan of my Life</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been talking to my parentals about college and my future. I was getting really paranoid about college. I didn't know what college I wanted to go to or what I wanted to be. I still am not completely sure but I have some ideas. I was thinking maybe I would be an interventional radiologist...... or an interior designer...... or a journalist.  Those are just some of the many possibilities available for my future. But for now to prepare I can get straight A's, and you know be obedient not committing crime would be good. After I go through college and stuff I totally want 5 little girls since I had zip sisters. Oh... and I also want a miniature pig! Since my mom's being a butt and won't let me get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-5951887548784405850?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/5951887548784405850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=5951887548784405850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/5951887548784405850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/5951887548784405850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/plan-of-my-life.html' title='The Plan of my Life'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-585790070499201935</id><published>2008-11-23T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:32:11.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have awesome caring friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSoaOaDiPCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MH87ChOZ4_M/s1600-h/Jan-Aug+2006+birthdays,+spring+break(FL),+scout+camp+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272055148605226018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSoaOaDiPCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MH87ChOZ4_M/s200/Jan-Aug+2006+birthdays,+spring+break(FL),+scout+camp+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My family loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSoe55ebQcI/AAAAAAAAABE/ShWBoubkcZY/s1600-h/October+2007+Bryce,Zion+Canyons,Las+Vegas+trip+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272060293820400066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSoe55ebQcI/AAAAAAAAABE/ShWBoubkcZY/s200/October+2007+Bryce,Zion+Canyons,Las+Vegas+trip+283.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I have a pimping cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobiletracker.net/archives/images/lg-chocolate-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://www.mobiletracker.net/archives/images/lg-chocolate-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I can dream  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephenbrooks.org/ss/clouds/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://stephenbrooks.org/ss/clouds/clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I have the gospel&lt;br /&gt;then the basics...&lt;br /&gt;6) a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asia.ru/img/alibaba/photo/51154070/Wood_House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://images.asia.ru/img/alibaba/photo/51154070/Wood_House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) food&lt;br /&gt;8) clothing&lt;br /&gt;and then some important things taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;9) the sun comes up everyday&lt;br /&gt;10) the weather changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SUhxzRE_ctI/AAAAAAAAACI/Mm1uWXMZrZw/s1600-h/sunset.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280595688663511762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SUhxzRE_ctI/AAAAAAAAACI/Mm1uWXMZrZw/s200/sunset.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.osanj.com/picture_library/Spring%20Break/cartoon-sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1032991/2/istockphoto_1032991_smiling_sun_cartoon.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://awildcelticrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/oooh-shiny.html&amp;amp;usg=__hRhiEIcD_dj0oA4x9iG9gmN3wEQ=&amp;amp;h=260&amp;amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=15&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=VgQU_HZaePtNWM:&amp;amp;tbnh=109&amp;amp;tbnw=113&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcartoon%2Bsun%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBS_enUS268US269%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1032991/2/istockphoto_1032991_smiling_sun_cartoon.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://awildcelticrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/oooh-shiny.html&amp;amp;usg=__hRhiEIcD_dj0oA4x9iG9gmN3wEQ=&amp;amp;h=260&amp;amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=15&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=VgQU_HZaePtNWM:&amp;amp;tbnh=109&amp;amp;tbnw=113&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcartoon%2Bsun%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBS_enUS268US269%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1032991/2/istockphoto_1032991_smiling_sun_cartoon.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://awildcelticrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/oooh-shiny.html&amp;amp;usg=__hRhiEIcD_dj0oA4x9iG9gmN3wEQ=&amp;amp;h=260&amp;amp;w=270&amp;amp;sz=38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=15&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=VgQU_HZaePtNWM:&amp;amp;tbnh=109&amp;amp;tbnw=113&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcartoon%2Bsun%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBS_enUS268US269%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) repentance&lt;br /&gt;12) people said hi to me today&lt;br /&gt;13) people care about me&lt;br /&gt;always remember...&lt;br /&gt;14) I am a daughter of god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966782240548912217-585790070499201935?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/585790070499201935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=585790070499201935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/585790070499201935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/585790070499201935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-im-thankful-for.html' title='What I&apos;m Thankful For'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSoaOaDiPCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MH87ChOZ4_M/s72-c/Jan-Aug+2006+birthdays,+spring+break(FL),+scout+camp+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966782240548912217.post-1225558906648262881</id><published>2008-11-23T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:56:13.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/shop/images/tees6/3196_0L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/shop/images/tees6/3196_0L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate peas but I love peace!&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/7966782240548912217-1225558906648262881?l=whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/feeds/1225558906648262881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966782240548912217&amp;postID=1225558906648262881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/1225558906648262881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966782240548912217/posts/default/1225558906648262881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenpigsfly16.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-peas-but-i-love-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821593133207251281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTMpcDAENWc/SSopO9z6rwI/AAAAAAAAABo/xs5UksMfGl8/S220/cute+pigs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
