<?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-5160238555739849550</id><updated>2012-02-19T21:32:32.561-05:00</updated><category term='jewelry'/><category term='kitten'/><category term='smart'/><category term='Theo'/><category term='desk'/><category term='tie'/><category term='cat'/><category term='claw'/><category term='dog'/><category term='paw'/><category term='Turkish Van'/><category term='drawer'/><category term='hair'/><category term='case'/><category term='cloth bag'/><title type='text'>Welcoming the Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is. –Albert Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6653216450711155379</id><published>2012-01-03T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:47:02.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>A new year! Whoo-ra! Anyway, I’m not exactly very good at posting updates very often, nor do I care to. But since the last post was before Halloween, I figured I should say at least something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my goals for the new year include drawing whatever pops into my head as well as the fan art that keeps people happy. I also hope to go back and edit the second draft of my novel and see if I can fix any of the snags. And if I can survive my second year of college, I will be pretty happy with that as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as what I shall be reading this year, the list is already growing. What I’d like to get my hands on soon, however, would be this book of people photography I came across the other day. It looked interesting and if I can every find some subjects to photograph other than myself and my siblings it may be useful. Plus I’ve been toying with eventually doing photography on a professional level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is it for this post. I have a feeling the next one won’t be until three months or so from now, but we shall see…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6653216450711155379?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6653216450711155379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6653216450711155379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6653216450711155379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6653216450711155379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-511814458258824626</id><published>2011-10-14T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:00:51.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Costume Hunt Begins</title><content type='html'>A few things: 1, the 50 theme art challenge I'm doing is now doubling for extra credit in my art class. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, HALLOWEEN IS COMMING AND I STILL CAN'T THINK OF A COSTIME! I have old costumes in my closet, but I don't really want to re-use them this year. Though that's what I probably will end up doing if I can't think of anything. Also, I can't do anything very complex because I honestly don't have time to spend on a complex costume. I bet I'll end up pulling something together at the last minute. I always seem to be doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-511814458258824626?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/511814458258824626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=511814458258824626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/511814458258824626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/511814458258824626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2011/10/costume-hunt-begins.html' title='The Costume Hunt Begins'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6547820189504991428</id><published>2011-09-16T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:10:44.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven't posted in forever. Not that it matters because I don't really think anyone reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this college semester thus far has been very busy. I'm taking four classes so I'm a full time student. yay! I'm taking Sociology, Drawing 1, History of American Freedom, and English 102. So far, history is my favorite class. Why? Because I've got an awesome instructor! If anyone can make history interesting, he can. ^_^ Art is good too. But I seriously dislike my soci instructor and my Eng instructor looks like a football player...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't a very long update, but I've got to get back to my homework. Ta Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6547820189504991428?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6547820189504991428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6547820189504991428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6547820189504991428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6547820189504991428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorry.html' title='SORRY!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2356483733550442173</id><published>2011-05-11T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:27:56.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day of classes before final exams and the end of collage! until fall that is. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I've been really bad at keeping up with this blog. mostly because no one really reads it so  don't feel obligated to do anything. Plus, when you have piles of homework lying on your desk that demand attention, blogging isn't exactly a priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining. A lot. My mom doesn't like it. I don't really have an opinion on the matter. If it rains, it rains. besides, it smells good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been writing a lot recently. I need to start doing that again. especially since I have friends that are interested in reading my stuff. I just need to get myself to do it. I'm going to try to work harder on that over the summer possibly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2356483733550442173?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2356483733550442173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2356483733550442173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2356483733550442173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2356483733550442173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6404509207611410732</id><published>2011-03-23T11:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:45:28.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MusicMusic</title><content type='html'>I love spring. The main reason is because it's WARM! compared to winter anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I got bored yesterday so I arranged a few songs with my music maker. I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just sort of throwing things together. maybe someday I might sit down and work through all the complicated buttons on my music mixing computer program, but honestly, I don't have enough patience for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eBfPXN_Xbo4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6404509207611410732?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6404509207611410732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6404509207611410732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6404509207611410732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6404509207611410732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2011/03/musicmusic.html' title='MusicMusic'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eBfPXN_Xbo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6472161266053306405</id><published>2011-03-03T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:32:11.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Will Be a Repeat of Today</title><content type='html'>I like patterns. When washing dishes I like washing the plates best because they're all the same and they stack nicely next to each other in nice little rows in the drying rack. When folding laundry, I like to fold the towels best because they make neat little stacks. I hate the socks. It's so hard to find matching socks. They must disappear in a black hole or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate patterns. Especially when my days are an endless pattern of the same thing over and over. My typical week looks something like this: &lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; Get up, go to collage, sit through long boring classes, go home, eat dinner, do chores, read, do homework, go to bed. &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Get up, do lots of homework, do chores, read, do more homework, go to bed. &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Get up, go to collage, sit through long boring classes, go home, eat dinner, do chores, read, do homework, go to bed. &lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Get up, do lots of homework, do chores, read, do more homework, go to bed... Do we see the problem here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of patterns I can't stand and yet I find myself trapped. Living the same basic outline day after day after day after day. It's sooooo dull. I'm sort of reminding myself of that one thing from the Nightmare Inspector: "Tomorrow will be a Repeat of Today." Except, I don't want tomorrow to be a repeat of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for winter to be over. It's a bit easier to have a little bit more of a variety in one's life when one can actually go outside and do things without freezing to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6472161266053306405?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6472161266053306405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6472161266053306405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6472161266053306405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6472161266053306405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow-will-be-repeat-of-today.html' title='Tomorrow Will Be a Repeat of Today'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2359542929303759894</id><published>2011-01-18T10:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:57:26.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkish Van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawer'/><title type='text'>My Too Smart Stupid Cat</title><content type='html'>Theo, my white Turkish Van, loves hair ties. He likes to chew on them and bat them with his paws around the house. I'm constantly having to pick them up and put them back where they belong or throw them out if he's managed to snap them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk when I heard a scraping sound behind me. I turn around and Theo is pawing at my jewelry chest. It's a foot and a half tall and has little drawers to put things in and two panels on the sides that open where you can hang necklaces. I watched as he opened the top drawer with his paw and pulled out one of my hair ties and ran off with it in his mouth. Apparently, he knows where I keep them. I managed to get it back from him and closed the drawer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, he's at it again. After watching my cat open the drawer five times, I moved the hair ties to a different drawer hoping he would stop trying to get them. It only made things worse. He started to open the other drawers and tip them on to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a cloth bag over the top of the case so he can't get in to it. I'm hoping he will eventually loose intrest in it and go terrorize something else. Neither of my other cats have any intrest in hair ties and they don't bother looking for them. Theo not only looks for them, but he figures out how to get them. Whoever said cats weren't as smart as dogs never owned one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I caught him on video if you don't belive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BizOqwz5oQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BizOqwz5oQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2359542929303759894?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2359542929303759894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2359542929303759894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2359542929303759894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2359542929303759894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-smart-cats.html' title='My Too Smart Stupid Cat'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6600434151852260945</id><published>2010-12-31T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:04:34.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Busy Year of 2010!</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone and I am sitting here watching the new year roll in. 2010 has been one heck of a ride and I don't think 2011 is going to be any slower. Here's a little summary of what happened within the last 365 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;: I started taking college classes. I only took two and one of them was on a subject I'm rather good at, so it wasn't very stressful. I loved my teacher even if I wasn't terribly fond of some of the other students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;: My dad went to Fort Worth TX because he had gotten a job there. The rest of of my family was planning to move there after I finished my classes. We did some packing, not very much and I buckled down and worked on finishing up high school as well as college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;: Very busy month. My Home school group put on Pride and Prejudice and I was Mr. Bingly's snobbish sister, Caroline. We learned eight dances from that time period and although I could dance all of them, the director thought that my character would not care for dancing, so I did fill-ins for missing actors during practice, but did not dance during our final performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;: I found myself home alone a lot. Or mostly. With dad still being in Fort Worth, my mom was kind of miserable. Dad was miserable too I might add. Mom went to visit him a few times and took two of my siblings with her each time leaving me home with one of them. The reason we did not all go is because we had animals to take care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was pretty boring. I read Abby the story of Pinocchio and decided that for once, I liked the movie much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May:&lt;/strong&gt; Spent a lot of time with Rebekah. I also graduated high school with other homeschoolers my age. I find it funny that I went through school without once setting foot in a public or private school classroom. Hats off to my mom for putting up with schooling me for 18 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June:&lt;/strong&gt; I spent most of this month reading. That tends to happen in June. June seems to constantly be my best month for reading. Haley finally got me to read Harry Potter and I read books 1-5 during the course of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also did a lot with Sarah and Rebekah. Dad was STILL in Fort Worth and we were no closer to moving there then we were in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July: &lt;/strong&gt;My lovely dear friend Jen and her brother Adam spent two weeks with us. We went all over the east part of New Mexico (the part where we lived) and into west Texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also turned eighteen during this time. Truth be told, I still don't feel like eighteen. But I'm not really sure what eighteen is supposed to feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&lt;/strong&gt; Here is where my life slows down and speeds up at the same time. Dad came back from Fort Worth. It wasn't possible for us to live separated like that anymore. It was KILLING us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Dad didn't have a job anymore and wasn't able to find one where we were living. We literally lived on Faith during August. And obviously, I'm still here, so God was good to us and provided. During this month we found Theo and Sophie. Or rather, the two darned cats found us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September:&lt;/strong&gt; I've always liked September the best out of the months of the year because it is a transition from summer to fall. But September has never liked me. I have Four journals to prove that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear we were not moving to Fort Worth anymore. Every time we tried, we were met with a closed door. So instead, we went back to our original idea of moving back to Maryland. We started packing more boxes and fixing the house up so it would be ready to sell. We also found our buyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October: &lt;/strong&gt;Packing and lots of paperwork. Here's a tip, when selling a house, use a Realtor. they are worth their weight in gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when Dad and Nathan started to work at the Calf Ranch. It might have been in September, it might have been in October. My journal doesn't say. I guess I failed to record it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, October was very full of packing and painting and packing and more packing and even more packing...and my dad and brother's smelly clothes. Cows stink and are often times dirty. Having to wash smelly laundry made my dislike of cows grow considerably. We also said good-bye to our livestock. The Goat, the Llamas and the Chickens. We had to give Sophie to some friends, but were able to keep Theo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&lt;/strong&gt; More packing. And then finally a very very very long car ride. In Indiana, Dad's truck got backed into by a grain semi. It was pushed it back a few feet and the front of dad's truck was all smashed up. We had to leave it and the trailer my dad was pulling behind and get a rental van to finish the move. Dad went back to Indiana a few weeks later when the truck was fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into a rental house and have been here ever since. I think packing is a pain, but unpacking is even worse. I will be very happy when we find a more permanent residence. This rental is kind of small for Six humans plus 4 dogs, 3 cats, and two rabbits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December:&lt;/strong&gt; Holidays. Christmas. Friends we haven't seen in ages. Christmas Shopping with Jen. Complete and utter exhaustion. That has been my December. I keep waking up in my new room and expecting to find myself back in New Mexico. Being back here after having been in another state for nearly four years is kind of weird, but I'll get used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been a very full year for me and my family, and without God, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this. I'm not sure what I would be doing. I'm not sure I want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6600434151852260945?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6600434151852260945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6600434151852260945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6600434151852260945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6600434151852260945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/12/very-busy-year-of-2010.html' title='The Very Busy Year of 2010!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-595962833563120766</id><published>2010-12-14T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:33:02.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All At Once</title><content type='html'>Note to Self: never sit at the library request ten inter-library loan books on all at once. The reason? Well, had I still been leaving in Portales, it would take me two weeks or more just to get one book. I forgot that in Maryland, or at least in my county, all the libraries are interconnected and they do inter-library loans constantly and they do it quickly. I now have eight of those ten books I asked for sitting on my desk. I'm kind of staring at the intimidating pile and trying to figure out where to start. I shall have to read like the wind to finish them all...or I can just renew the ones I don't finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a another note, I haven't been to the movies in what feels like forever. Mostly because I didn't want to see anything that was in theatres. Then, all of a sudden, all the things I wanted to see come out all at once! So in the past two weeks, I have seen HP Deathly Hallows pt1, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and Tangled. YAY! I think I'm done with movies for a little bit though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-595962833563120766?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/595962833563120766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=595962833563120766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/595962833563120766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/595962833563120766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-at-once.html' title='All At Once'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6990743691372969267</id><published>2010-11-30T21:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:08:48.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>My mom found this old picture that I panted I don't know how long ago and asked me if I wanted to use it for this year's family christmas card. I just looked at her and blinked. "I can do a lot better than that now." I said. I took the picture from her and scanned it into the computer and began to re-do it. It took me most of the morning but I ended up being rather happy with the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the beauty of photoshop. So anyway, now she can use it and not make my friends and relatives wonder why the quality of my artwork suddenly decreased. Heh Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/TPW6azsdkiI/AAAAAAAAAas/76J2XjxoD84/s1600/SCN_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/TPW6azsdkiI/AAAAAAAAAas/76J2XjxoD84/s320/SCN_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545543485892694562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/TPW6bZM32BI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RyV1JdPwYM0/s1600/to%2Bsave%2Bthe%2Bworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/TPW6bZM32BI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RyV1JdPwYM0/s320/to%2Bsave%2Bthe%2Bworld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545543495960746002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6990743691372969267?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6990743691372969267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6990743691372969267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6990743691372969267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6990743691372969267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/11/project-christmas-card.html' title='Project Christmas Card'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/TPW6azsdkiI/AAAAAAAAAas/76J2XjxoD84/s72-c/SCN_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4065224713484725704</id><published>2010-11-27T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:07:24.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Useless Holiday Ramble</title><content type='html'>So, Winter is more or less here and biting harder than ever. It's the start of Holiday shopping when everyone runs around like crazy and people trample over others just to get what they consider good deals. It's the time when people put up their inflatable snow men, plastic candy canes and light up Santas. Nearly all the music that is heard this time of year is Christmas music. Small evergreens sit in parking lots, their roots wrapped in gunnysacks. Artificial trees pop up everywhere in stores with white and yellow tags hanging from them declaring that they are pre-lit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People bend under the weight of their holiday shopping and gasp at the quickly decreasing amount of money in their bank accounts. In-laws come to visit, stress levels are high and children point at every shop window they pass and ask if that toy, or that toy might end up in their stockings. Many look forward to this holiday season and yet they dread it, wishing it would end quickly so they could get back to their normal lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I sit back and watch it all, do a bit of shopping of my own and roll with whatever is thrown at me. After all, this only happens once a year and it is better to enjoy the chaos then it is to fight it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4065224713484725704?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4065224713484725704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4065224713484725704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4065224713484725704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4065224713484725704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/11/useless-holiday-ramble.html' title='A Useless Holiday Ramble'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6453433060477527914</id><published>2010-11-16T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:22:00.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>Let me see, what has happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get everything packed up and left New Mexico for the last time on the second. It took us nearly a week to get to Maryland and the trip was no picnic. It's a bit difficult to take one moving truck, one suburban pulling a trailer and one pickup pulling a trailer and three cats and four dogs and two rabbits and seven people anywhere I think. Plus, when we were in Indiana, some jerk driving a grain semi backed into my dad's pick-up rendering it un-drivable. We had to get a rental car and leave my dad's truck and trailer in Indiana while we continued on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to our rental house and were greeted by a handful of friends and family. They helped us unload the moving truck and then we spent the next few days trying to maneuver around the house without knocking into boxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad recently went back to Indiana to pick up his truck and we finally unloaded THAT trailer last night. My room is mostly box free now, but the basement is another story. I don't know how long it will take us to unpack it all. or if we will. We are in a rental after all. We are hoping to find somewhere more permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in Maryland for ten days now. I must say it feels like slipping on an old shoe. After all, I grew up here. It's interesting seeing familiar places. some of which have changed drastically and some which have not changed at all. I am very happy we moved back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope we can put a new shower head in the bathroom though. it's driving me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6453433060477527914?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6453433060477527914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6453433060477527914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6453433060477527914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6453433060477527914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/11/move.html' title='The Move'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8495211590465180815</id><published>2010-10-09T19:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:08:54.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post While Cookies Bake</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am making chocolate chip cookies. They're in the oven, so I have a while before I pull them out and stick in the next tray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we still haven't moved yet. Surprise Surprise. Note to self: NEVER try to sell a house without a Realtor. It's nothing but a big headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping the weather would have cooled down some. I'm ready to start wearing long sleeved shirts again. It's been in the 50s at night, but during the day it's still right up there in the 80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything of note to really say right now. Heck, I haven't had anything worth saying in a long time. Oh! there goes the timer! better get my cookies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8495211590465180815?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8495211590465180815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8495211590465180815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8495211590465180815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8495211590465180815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-post-while-cookies-bake.html' title='Random Post While Cookies Bake'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3069390291699663870</id><published>2010-09-27T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:40:59.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Milk, Laundry, Boxes, and more Boxes</title><content type='html'>So, this month has been crazy! Since my last post, I have unwittingly drunk sour milk, modeled for a professional photographer, packed a bunch of boxes,read nine novels, folded a ton of laundry, washed a lot of dishes, vacuumed the house I don't know how many times, and played "Baby if you love me". I'm not going to go into details about the milk or the game of "Baby if you love me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did some modeling for this photographer who is recently getting his portfolio back together. (johnbpritchett.com. That's me in Gallery 4) He likes the runway type of thing, so it was like nothing I’ve ever done before. I had a lot of fun. The makeup his assistant put on me was a little on the thick side and my mom didn't like it that much so if I do it again, I'm going to see if I can apply my own makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as boxes and moving goes, well, trying to be outta hear by the 30th aint gonna work. At the rate we're going, we're not going to be gone for another month. there are a lot of issues we hadn't planned for that have come up and it's driving my entire family insane. I've packed all of my books thinking we were going to be gone and now I'm wishing I hadn't. My bookshelf looks so empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer have the chickens. seeing as we are moving, we have given them away. YAY! I hate chickens. We also tried to get rid of our goat, Maya, but that didn't work too well. The people we gave her to called us about four days after and asked us to take her back. Apparently, she was knocking over all their sheep and eating their trampoline. Typical Maya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3069390291699663870?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3069390291699663870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3069390291699663870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3069390291699663870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3069390291699663870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/09/sour-milk-laundry-boxes-and-more-boxes.html' title='Sour Milk, Laundry, Boxes, and more Boxes'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5398205543709404063</id><published>2010-09-01T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:30:43.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Non-Normal Life</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to another boring episode in the non-normal life of me. Today as you know, is September first and the beginning of my favorite month. I have no idea why. I just happen to like September. the fact that it's the start of fall might have something to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, doing chores felt like the end of the world, but now that I'm older I'm shocked to find that I actually go looking for them out of sheer boredom. You see, if I was a normal person, I would currently be sitting in some college class room with my eyes glued to the page of a really thick text book. But I am not a normal person (as I have already said). My family is moving and we hope to be gone by the end of September. We were supposed to be gone by June, but that didn't work out so well. Anyway, taking classes in the midst of a move and then not being around to finish them would be rather unintelligent, so I am going to wait until spring to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will spend my time packing boxes or wondering what to do with myself when I am not packing boxes. Reading is a good time killer, but I seem to have run out of books again. Bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5398205543709404063?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5398205543709404063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5398205543709404063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5398205543709404063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5398205543709404063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-non-normal-life.html' title='A Day in the Non-Normal Life'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-7020097777196075648</id><published>2010-08-15T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:33:27.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depletion</title><content type='html'>I have been looking over the books I have read this year and discovered something horrible. As of now, I've only read 25 this year. That might not exactly sound like a bad thing, but for me it is considering I read 101 last year, 92 the year before that and 70 the year before that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grant it, this year I took two college classes in the spring, graduated high school, had a friend stay for two weeks this summer and my family has been trying to move. Also, I have no access to the books I truly want to read and have been making do with others. I know it's only august, but I still feel a bit miffed by the lack of books on my list. This year, if I make it to 50 books, I will have accomplished something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-7020097777196075648?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7020097777196075648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=7020097777196075648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7020097777196075648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7020097777196075648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/08/depletion.html' title='Depletion'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-202287391192664856</id><published>2010-06-06T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:04:37.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why is a raven like a writing desk?</title><content type='html'>Sort of not doing anything right now. figured I'd update this old thing. I don't know if there is really a point to it when only one or two people read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........Why is a raven like a writing desk? &lt;br /&gt;Because Poe wrote on both I suppose? &lt;br /&gt;Because the notes for which they are noted are not noted for being musical notes? &lt;br /&gt;Because there is a B in both and an N in neither?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-202287391192664856?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/202287391192664856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=202287391192664856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/202287391192664856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/202287391192664856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-is-raven-like-writing-desk.html' title='why is a raven like a writing desk?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8386250257535289963</id><published>2010-05-23T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:11:56.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Is Now a Graduate =D</title><content type='html'>So now I am a graduate. YAY! I kept getting questions like “Are you nervous? Are you nervous?” Honestly, I wasn’t. After Pride and Prejudice, Graduating was a walk in the park! I mean, all I had to do was put on this blue tent and stick a square slab of cardboard on my head. Yes, I know it’s called a Cap and Gown. I don’t care. To me, it’s Cardboard and Tent. Tee Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you walk in there, sit down, stand up, sit down, stand up, get the diploma, switch the tassel from left to right and walk out. Ta da! All done. You want to talk about easy? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The reception on the other hand is another story. It was so loud in there! There were way to many people stuck in too small a place. It was kind of stuffy too. Everyone was talking and people kept saying “congratulations, congratulations” and All I could think to say was “Thank You”. I started sounding like a broken record I tell you! Each graduate got a dish of candy from the Homeschool Group leaders. The only probable was no one thought to wrap it in plastic and put our names on it. Rebekah and I shared a table and Neither of us were able to eat any of our candy. She’s got little siblings and I’ve got siblings and a lot of little cousins. I am a little more mad about that than I should be. But I like candy! And I didn’t get ANY! 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May should be nice, warm and sunny, not cold and cloudy. I mean, I'd be happy with the clouds if they actually did something. But they just sit there. no rain or nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear May, please warm up a bit? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes, Happy Mother's Day people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3665386414038223654?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3665386414038223654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3665386414038223654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3665386414038223654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3665386414038223654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/05/pouts.html' title='*Pouts*'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3821068423381194344</id><published>2010-04-21T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:12:23.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Shut Up Your Brain 101</title><content type='html'>The answer to this question is getting something else stuck in it. or stare at a grass blade for hours and think of nothing else. It's never worked for me, but who knows, might work for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have some kind of music piece stuck in my head. whether it's classical, soundtrack, one of my favorite songs at the moment or some annoying little ditty from my childhood. there is ALAWAYS something stuck in my head. I wish sometimes i could figure out how to turn off that mental CD player stuck on repeat. Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3821068423381194344?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3821068423381194344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3821068423381194344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3821068423381194344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3821068423381194344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-shut-up-your-brain-101.html' title='How to Shut Up Your Brain 101'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3936158997392855004</id><published>2010-04-05T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:09:27.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's Here</title><content type='html'>My Brother is off on a bike ride and our dog Dakota won't stop howling. It's getting kind of annoying. Never mind, it was Cheyenne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to get down to business. I'm so happy spring is here again. Time to put away the flannel sheets and pull out the flip-flops! YAY! I should probably start packing away some of my winter coats. I'm going to have to leave a few out though because of how much the temperature fluxuates here. It's hot outside right now, but it might be very cold later. You just never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3936158997392855004?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3936158997392855004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3936158997392855004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3936158997392855004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3936158997392855004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/04/springs-here.html' title='Spring&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8117301116640272170</id><published>2010-03-29T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:00:20.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>Ah, so the play(Pride and Prejudice) is over. It went very well. My mother said that there were close to 500 people Saturday night and 300 Sunday afternoon. That's a lot of people and quite a great deal more than I thought we would have gotten. If this is how I end my highschool days, it most certainly went out with a bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't graduate until May, but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy I don't have to wear that dress again. Hot and itchy and the empire waist makes me look fat. bleh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Easter is coming up. We aren't sure what we're doing for Easter since dad's in Fort Worth. We're thinking of going up there, but it's an 8 hour drive that no one looks forward to. I guess we have a few days to figure it out. Ta Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8117301116640272170?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8117301116640272170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8117301116640272170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8117301116640272170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8117301116640272170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-9205075882438168982</id><published>2010-02-20T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:50:00.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited post.</title><content type='html'>Long time no write. Lo siento. I've been kind of busy, but I've also been a bit lazy. hee hee. So...tna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, The play is coming along nicely, my dress is made, I've memorized all of my lines and learned three of the dances. mwahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been quite mild and I've been thoroughly enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sleep over at Rebekah's and we watched the importance of being Ernest. very funny movie. I laughed my head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pen tablet so now It's a lot easier to draw on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Lego Bat Man with Rachel and then I've been borrowing Legend of Zelda, Twilight Princess from Sarah, so I need to move through that game as quickly as possible so I can give it back. the only problem is that Twilight Princess is not a fast game. I think I'm about a quarter of the way through now though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's it with my busy boring life. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-9205075882438168982?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/9205075882438168982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=9205075882438168982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/9205075882438168982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/9205075882438168982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-awaited-post.html' title='The long awaited post.'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4402452655283450895</id><published>2010-01-25T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:08:39.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy!!!!! High School, College, dual credit, play, co-op, painting my room...January has most certainly been full. Not that I mind over much. Though there have been days when I've blown up at everybody cuz of feeling overwhelmed and all that jazz. sometimes I wonder why I'm even keeping this blog because no body ever visits it. I check out new things from Gail Carson Levine and that's about it. and I know no one reads MY posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just start posting art work or something. whatever pops in my head that's interesting. we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4402452655283450895?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4402452655283450895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4402452655283450895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4402452655283450895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4402452655283450895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/01/busyness.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1294789553628246497</id><published>2010-01-05T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:56:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things for 2010</title><content type='html'>Well, this year has started out just wonderful for me. I got a new cellphone AND a new desk. I really needed a new phone and my old desk was kind of cramped for all the extra stuff I do with art and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I spent most of yesterday putting the desk together. it took forever! it was one of those buy and assemble things. So many pieces! Nathan said he felt sorry for the guys at the store that have to put all the floor models together. I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking about painting my room, but I'm not sure what colors yet. I'd like brown because it goes with everything, but I'm having a hard time picking out the shades. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Dad is activating my new cellphone, but it's being troublesome. Hopefully I'll be able to use it by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1294789553628246497?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1294789553628246497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1294789553628246497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1294789553628246497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1294789553628246497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-things-for-2010.html' title='New Things for 2010'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-617029676998659315</id><published>2009-12-31T14:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:59:45.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Many Books of 2009</title><content type='html'>So this year is finally ending...and the world shall be mine! MWAHAHAHAHA! not. alright, so I met my goal of 100 novels this year. I'm really happy about that and I actually passed it by one book! So if anyone is curious on what I read this year, I've been keeping track of all the books I've read in 2009. Enjoy! And oh yeah, Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;1. The Burning Bridge by John Flanagan&lt;br /&gt;2. The Riddle by Alison Croggon&lt;br /&gt;3. The Icebound Land by John Flanagan&lt;br /&gt;4. The Battle for Skania by John Flanagan&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretties by Scott Weterfeld&lt;br /&gt;6. Dragon Sword and Wind Child by Noriko Ogiwora&lt;br /&gt;7. Wolf Tower by Tanith Lee&lt;br /&gt;8. Specials by Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;9. In Freedom’s Cause by G.A. Henty&lt;br /&gt;10. Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow by Jessica Day George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;11. Breath by Donna Jo Napoli&lt;br /&gt;12. Extras by Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;13. The Sorcerer of the North by John Flanagan&lt;br /&gt;14. Stardust by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;15. The Merchant of Death D.J. MacHale&lt;br /&gt;16. Escape from Memory by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;17. Fly by Night by Frances Haidinge&lt;br /&gt;18. Scarlet Moon by Debbie Viguie&lt;br /&gt;19. Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;20. M is for Magic by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;21. The Safe-keeper’s Secret by Sharon Shinn&lt;br /&gt;22. In the Belly of the Bloodhound by L.A. Meyer&lt;br /&gt;23. The Princess Bride by William Goldman&lt;br /&gt;24. Lost City of Faar by D.J. MacHale&lt;br /&gt;25. The Rumplestiltskin Problem by Vivian Vande Velde&lt;br /&gt;26. To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis&lt;br /&gt;27. The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;28. Among the Hidden by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;29. The Never War by D.J. MacHale&lt;br /&gt;30. Among the Imposters by  Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;31. Babylonne by Catherine Jinks&lt;br /&gt;32. Among the Betrayed by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;33. Among the Barons by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;34. The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart&lt;br /&gt;35. Among the Brave Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;36.The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;37. Among the Enemy by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;38. The bones of Makaidos by Bryan Davis&lt;br /&gt;39. Among the FreeMargaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;40. Bloodhound by Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;41. The Underneath by Kathi Appelt&lt;br /&gt;42.The Soldiers of Halla by D.J. MacHale&lt;br /&gt;43. Maximum Ride: Max by James Patterson&lt;br /&gt;44. Home of the Brave by Katherine Applegate&lt;br /&gt;45. Lincoln’s Dreams by Connie Willis&lt;br /&gt;46. The Lake House by James Patterson&lt;br /&gt;47. Mississippi Jack by L.A. Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;48. The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick&lt;br /&gt;49. Things Not Seen by Andrew Clements&lt;br /&gt;50 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;51. Things Hoped for by Andrew Clemnts&lt;br /&gt;52. Blood Secret by Ksthryn Lasky&lt;br /&gt;53. The Akltenaten Adventure by P. B. Kerr&lt;br /&gt;54. Time Cat by Lloyd Alexander&lt;br /&gt;55. Burning Up by Caroline B. Cooney&lt;br /&gt;56. Princess Academy by Shannon Hale&lt;br /&gt;57. Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;58. Belle by Cameron Dokey&lt;br /&gt;59. The Blue Djinn of Babylon by P.B. Kerr&lt;br /&gt;60. For Young Women Only by Shaunti Feldhann and Lisa A. Rice&lt;br /&gt;61. The Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta&lt;br /&gt;62. Standard Hero Behavior by John David Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;63. Vanish by Tom Pawlik&lt;br /&gt;64. The Cobra King of Kathumandu by P.B. Kerr&lt;br /&gt;65. The Day of the Djinn Warriors by P.B. Kerr&lt;br /&gt;66. The Divide by Elizabeth Kay&lt;br /&gt;67. The Enclave by Karen Hancock&lt;br /&gt;68. Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George&lt;br /&gt;69. Wild Orchid by Cameron Dokey&lt;br /&gt;70. Deep and Dark and Dangerous by Mary Downing Hahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;71. The Singing by Alison Croggon&lt;br /&gt;72. Sunlight and Shadow by Cameron Dokey&lt;br /&gt;73. The Rule of Won by Stefan Petrucha&lt;br /&gt;74. The Siege of Macindaw by John Flanagan&lt;br /&gt;75. The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;76. My Bonny Light Horseman by L. A. Meyer&lt;br /&gt;77. East by Edith Pattou&lt;br /&gt;78. The Palace of Mirrors by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;79. Sent by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;80. Leonardo’s Shadow by Christopher Grey&lt;br /&gt;81. Tiger Moon by Antonia Michaelis&lt;br /&gt;82. Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;83. Rapunzel’s Revenge by Shannon and Dean Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;84. Castle in the Air by Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;85. House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;86. Syren by Angie Sage&lt;br /&gt;87. Daniel X: Watch The Skies by James Patterson&lt;br /&gt;88. Cart and Cwidder by Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;89. The Islands of the Blessed by Nancy Farmer&lt;br /&gt;90. Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;91. Drowned Ammet by Diane Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;92. Eye of the Forest by P.B. Kerr&lt;br /&gt;93. Spell Coats by Diane Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;94. The Crown of Dalemark by Diane Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;95. Crocodile Tears by Anthony Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;96. The Dreamwalker’s Child by Steve Voake&lt;br /&gt;97. Tamar by Mal Peet&lt;br /&gt;98. Isle of Swords by Wayne Thomas Batson&lt;br /&gt;99. Storm Thief by Chris Wooding&lt;br /&gt;100. Year of the Griffin by Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;101. Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-617029676998659315?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/617029676998659315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=617029676998659315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/617029676998659315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/617029676998659315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-many-books-of-2009.html' title='My Many Books of 2009'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1077384099238377836</id><published>2009-12-25T12:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:50:30.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Just Ain't Christmas Without the Ones You Love</title><content type='html'>This is probably one of the dullest Christmases I can remember. On Monday, my mom flew to Maryland to help out a sick friend and she was flying back on Christmas eve. Well, due to snow, she got stuck in Dallas TX. Luckily, my dad has friends in Dallas who were able to pick her up and take her back to their place until the next morning (which would be today). The Lubbock airport is still out of commission apparently, so as I'm writing this, my mom is on a plane to Amarillo. She's going to rent a car and drive to Lubbock which is a straight shot south to pick up our car which is still in the airport parking and then drive home. We should see her sometime this afternoon or evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad without mom around for Christmas. The tree is dark and all the presents are still under it. I think everyone in my family will be very happy when mom gets back home. it just isn't christmas without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm here to wish you guys a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and telling you to give your Family and extra hug. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1077384099238377836?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1077384099238377836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1077384099238377836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1077384099238377836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1077384099238377836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-just-aint-christmas-without.html' title='Christmas Just Ain&apos;t Christmas Without the Ones You Love'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4995617633463348380</id><published>2009-12-19T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:56:39.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Holiday and Book Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Done with Christmas shopping! And I didn't do it all at Wal*mart. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so now all I gotta do is wait around for Christmas to happen. December has passed by so fast I can't believe it. I find myself in less holiday spirits than the years before. I think it's part of the 'growing up' factor where things seem more dull and old. Where excitement doesn't run as high and the presents are no longer tempting you to pick them up and shake them. It's sad, kind of, loosing that. But I don't think I mind terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking at the calender and thinking. "It can't be that close already?!?!" Apparently it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am up to 98 novels this year. I thought for sure I would have read over 100 by now. I guess not. After June, my reading kind of went down hill for two reasons: I didn't have enough time to read and there wasn't anything I wanted to read. It's hard being picky about books. I think that I might make it to 100 books by New Years if I try hard. I just need to find two other books to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4995617633463348380?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4995617633463348380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4995617633463348380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4995617633463348380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4995617633463348380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/12/mellow-holiday-and-book-dilemma.html' title='Mellow Holiday and Book Dilemma'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5781113508780500786</id><published>2009-12-09T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:52:32.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Problems and Unfinished Shopping</title><content type='html'>Well I did it. I went and started to teach my friend and my sister how to paint with oil. it's a good thing neither of them care very much about being professional painters, because I am certainly not one myself. I've only painted with oil a total of four times in my life, not including the painting I'm doing right now as an example for my two students. We're all painting at the same time and I'm painting a picture to show them what to do, which is a little bit easier than telling them. I still feel like I'm making it all up as I go along, which I am. I never know what a painting or sketch is going to look like until it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm absolutely horrible at leaving my paintings unfinished. We ran out of time Monday, so we couldn't finish our paintings. We will be able to finish them next Monday, but me, being the person I am, couldn't help it and ended up painting more on my canvas anyway. it's not finished, but most of the background is complete. I hope Rebekah and Rachel will forgive me for this. I couldn't help myself! it's sitting there screaming at me wanting to be painted and there's this huge white spot where the child and dog are supposed to be. so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a small canvas I might paint today to keep me from touching the other. Or, I might be too busy Christmas shopping to touch either. I hope the latter is the case. I haven't done any shopping and should probably get to it soon. Even so, I only have 50 bucks to burn this year. that means that whether my family likes it or not, I'm going to have to be a cheap Santa. Maybe it's a good thing the only store around here is Wal*Mart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5781113508780500786?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5781113508780500786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5781113508780500786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5781113508780500786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5781113508780500786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/12/painting-problems-and-unfinished.html' title='Painting Problems and Unfinished Shopping'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8847019442040763898</id><published>2009-11-26T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:40:19.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd just wish everyone a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8847019442040763898?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8847019442040763898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8847019442040763898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8847019442040763898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8847019442040763898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-id-just-wish-everyone.html' title='Thought I&apos;d just wish everyone a...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3095107625309856402</id><published>2009-11-21T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:46:35.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to My Darkside: Mwahahaha!!!! Not.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why the villains never win. I mean, good will always triumph over evil and all that jazz, but they always get to have the most fun! or it seems like it. And have you ever noticed that the villain is more powerful than the hero? For me, the best part about writing is that I can be the villain, but not suffer the consequences. Mwahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough with the jokes, but seriously, i always have more fun writing the villain than my heroes. I think it's the whole playing with fire bit. it's thrilling. It also gives my characters more to react to, which means more story and everyone's happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Dare is turning into quite a monster. I really jumped into a world that I know nothing about and it is going to take me forever during my second draft to get rid of all the half written shadows and murky background. I'm thinking that as December rolls around, I'm going to shelf Dare for a while and get back to Starshard. I can practically hear Pihm and Aleu (not to mention Tessa, Olivia and David from an earlier book) shouting at me telling me that I have a story that needs to be finished. Make that two stories. I'm still on my second draft of No Light Without Shadow. But after Dare, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; about ready to slip into the familiar world I've created and sink my teeth back into &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; story. To bad I'm only 70% done with Dare. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3095107625309856402?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3095107625309856402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3095107625309856402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3095107625309856402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3095107625309856402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction-to-my-darkside-mwahahaha.html' title='Introduction to My Darkside: Mwahahaha!!!! 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We are now boarding llamas for a while and one of them won't leave me alone. she has gotten it into her head that whenever she sees me, she is going to come with in two inches of my face and snort. I've worked with horses before, so I'm used to large creatures in a close proximity to me, but a horse never got right in my face. Usually they keep a respectable distance. It just goes to show you llamas are not like horses and, if they are rather bold a curious like Sugar, they no problem with standing nose to nose with you. It feels like the tables have been turned on me. usually the animals are a little skittish around me at first, but I'm finding that I'm actually the one being skittish. I have no idea what to expect from this kind of animal and it puts me on edge. So if you ever want to know what a skittish cat, dog, or horse feels like, just get in a pen with an over curious llama. I must admit, I do prefer them to cows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6171493809334657930?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6171493809334657930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6171493809334657930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6171493809334657930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6171493809334657930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/11/llama-has-no-issue-with-intruding.html' title='Llama Has No Issue with Intruding Personal Space'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Svr_GhEUD5I/AAAAAAAAASg/sQEnzAVo1y8/s72-c/IMG_9274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3260566515467723031</id><published>2009-10-27T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:33:40.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More NaNoWriMo freak out</title><content type='html'>Oh bother NaNoWriMo! it seems to be about all I can think about these days! grrr! From the way my story is starting to shape up in my head, it's going to be a little darker than what I usually write. No. I take that back. I seem to be good at writing a little dark. I'm thinking about my short stories for writer's class here. At any rate, this story is NOT going to be for little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I switched to the adult version of NaNoWriMo. I'm still going to be posting on the young writer's one though. I had people from both networks that wanted to be buddies with me. so that's why I have two accounts. Same username, same novel, different word count. yikes! I have to write 50k! that means about...1666 words a day! that's four pages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's going to bug me about this is that I'm pretty sure this story would work better in 3rd person. THAT is ok since I write in 3rd all the time. However, my main character is named D1R5. yeah. so that means sift key D, number 1, sift key R, number 5. CONSTANTLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother. I make these things too hard for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3260566515467723031?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3260566515467723031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3260566515467723031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3260566515467723031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3260566515467723031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-nanowrimo-freak-out.html' title='More NaNoWriMo freak out'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-7036950671269680372</id><published>2009-10-14T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:45:42.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In which my ghost does the writing for me</title><content type='html'>Bother, bother, bother. I rather like that word, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is picking up slightly, which is good, co-op is less stressful, which is good, NaNoWriMo doesn't start until November, which is bad, I have a huge zit over my eyebrow, which is bad and I'm completely bored to death at the moment, which is bad. Yes, it is the ghost of Kye who sits here writing these words. I told you, I am bored to DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not so much, just bored enough to sit here and tell you that nothing is going on. I might go steal the game controller from my brother for a bit. How lazy of me! I do have a nice book I could be reading, but I usually read at night because otherwise I'm constantly bombarded with interruptions! I HATE being interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Howl's Moving Castle again last night (in English this time) Not that bad, but Howl's voice in English is absolutely horrible and Calcifer sounds like Mike Wasosky from Monsters inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. ta ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-7036950671269680372?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7036950671269680372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=7036950671269680372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7036950671269680372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7036950671269680372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-which-my-ghost-does-writing-for-me.html' title='In which my ghost does the writing for me'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5399515916466134846</id><published>2009-10-07T17:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:03:05.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Slumps and Nanowrimo</title><content type='html'>Well it's October now, but my school hasn't improved any. I was hoping my last year of high school would go better than it has. I feel soooo far behind and my motivation is like, not there. I'm not sure if it ever was...I'd really like to stop going to CBS on Tuesdays because then I'd be able to do more school. It's not like I'm learning anything there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) yesterday. My username is Annaldi and my story is called Dare. I wrote a summary and designed a cover for it, but beyond that I have no idea what it's about. I guess I have October to think about considering I don't actually have to start writing it until November. I've never done it before so I decided to do 4ooo words instead of 5ooo words. That roughly means about 133 words a day which I think I can do quite easily. I hope so anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5399515916466134846?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5399515916466134846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5399515916466134846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5399515916466134846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5399515916466134846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-slumps-and-nanowrimo.html' title='School Slumps and Nanowrimo'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4051785158030464729</id><published>2009-09-28T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:12:16.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September:Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling kind of cursed this month. For about the first half, the sleep I got was very poor, and then I ran out of stuff to read, which made things even worse. I had about a week's break (if you can call it that) somewhere in the middle only to have things go wrong again. Like Piczo deciding to reformat everything, getting like, no school done and hating all of my subjects this year, not being able to finish my pant/skirt, the car dying twice, not being able to go to the corn maze, nightmares about co-op, our only working computer's motherboard going kaput, and me having to stuff those envelopes for the High School reunion photos twice since the first time I put the pictures in the envelopes there wasn't enough packing and actually,  It took me a while even to order the freaking prints cuz the kiosk was acting stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is that I got my own computer now. I finally got enough money to do it. So now my sister can't kick me off anymore. HA! and I finished that Story for Writer's group. Seriously, the end of last week was looking pretty good. Which is great since that was the hardest most hexed week all month. (Minus the seasonal allergy sore throat I get, and the fact that iTunes is giving me ****.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, however, I woke up and my left eye was swollen. I seem to have an allergic reaction to some kind of bug. The last time I got bit, it was right under my nose. My whole upper lip swelled. And now, it's by my eye. It's puffy and looks horrible! Of course it doesn't hurt and it does not effect my vision in the least so THAT's a good thing. I've been holding a teabag to my eye on and off all morning since the black tea is supposed to help with the swelling or something. Funny, September used to be my favorite month. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4051785158030464729?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4051785158030464729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4051785158030464729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4051785158030464729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4051785158030464729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/09/septemberjust-my-luck.html' title='September:Just My Luck'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2258562997049854309</id><published>2009-09-21T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:05:37.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no post in forever</title><content type='html'>uh, not much going on. not really. nothing worth talking about. I KNOW I haven't been here in forever. It's kind of slipped to the back of my shelf with school and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm reading Howl's Moving Castle and am liking it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I need to go to bed. I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open as I speak. I'll let you know if something interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2258562997049854309?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2258562997049854309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2258562997049854309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2258562997049854309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2258562997049854309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-post-in-forever.html' title='no post in forever'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8932347476276296674</id><published>2009-08-28T12:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:47:48.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>school blues</title><content type='html'>It's back to school for me and I am not liking it. I'm having a hard time finding any motivation to do anything and I've been tired all week. I hope that as the year goes by It'll get better. Another problem is that I'm a senior and so I'm trying to cram everything I haven't already learned into this year so I can graduate without having major gaps in my education. *pulls hair* AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!  At the moment, I'm supposed to be doing yet ANOTHER report on the civil war, but I'm having the hardest time making myself do that. it's even an effort to do this. I'm bored, but I don't want to do anything to change that, which is pathetic. I'm just going to have to hope my mood changes sometime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8932347476276296674?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8932347476276296674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8932347476276296674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8932347476276296674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8932347476276296674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-blues.html' title='school blues'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6402373800579111797</id><published>2009-08-15T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:32:29.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week With Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beginning with Thursday, August 6th: &lt;/strong&gt;We left the house early to go to Albuquerque to pick Ruth up. It was a four hour drive just to get there and I drove for one an a half hours. I swear Ruth was one of the last people to get off that plane! We went to the zoo afterwords, then came home. Another four hours of driving, and then just before bed, Ruth, Rachel and I watched Howl's Moving Castle. in Japanese for the sake of authenticity. I must say I'm glad. we could have watched it in the dubbed over English version, but then the mouths wouldn't have matched. and that really bugs me when the voice doesn't match the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, August 7th:&lt;/strong&gt; To celebrate Tax free weekend, Ruth and I went to our little mall in Clovis where the food court consists of pizza or Chinese food. We both bought stuff. I like not having to add tax to my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, August 8th:&lt;/strong&gt; Went to Ute Lake, swam out to the little island in choppy water and got a slight case of hypothermia. Fun. Never doing that again. We didn't have a boat or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, August 9th:&lt;/strong&gt; We didn't really do anything Sunday.Went to the video store and rented Mononoke and the first X-man movie. I've already seen X-man, but Rachel hasn't and she's been bugging my dad for ever asking if we could rent it. So that is what we watched Sunday night. it took us a long time to watch X-man because Abby wasn't aloud to see it, so we had to pause it every time she walked into the room. very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, August 10th:&lt;/strong&gt; At this point, but Ruth and  were too tired to really do anything. We were still trying to regain energy we used at the lake. We did go to osasis state park with Haley and Brandy that morning and came back and took a nap. Having nothing to do with our afternoon, we surfed the web and were actually able to find the whole movie Totoro online and we watched that. It was definitely geared for a younger audience, but it was hilarious. And then we watched Kiki's delivery service before bed. Online. Our day was very relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, August 11th:&lt;/strong&gt; It was my parent's anniversary, so they went to dinner and we stayed home. We watched Spirited Away in the living room and Abby watched it with us, but again, we had put it in Japanese, so there was no end of her questions. "What's that? What are they doing? What's going on? Are her parents really turned into Pigs?" Ruth and I also played with Ruth's web cam changing our voices and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, August 12th:&lt;/strong&gt; We watched falling stars stretched out on a blanket in the back yard. very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday: August 13th:&lt;/strong&gt; Sent Ruth back home. Boo hoo. I think that is the longest time I've ever spent with one of my friends. You know, one on one like. I'm pleased to announce we did NOT get tired of each other. our week was very relaxed, filled with talking and comfortable silences. I don't seem to do silence very well with people, but with Ruth it works. We've known each other so long anyway that it didn't really matter if we talked or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to Clovis and I spent the evening painting. I'm trying to get ready for the fair. So now, I have one oil painting I want to enter, but I also want to do a sketch and a pen and ink. I just need to figure out what I want to draw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6402373800579111797?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6402373800579111797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6402373800579111797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6402373800579111797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6402373800579111797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-with-ruth.html' title='A Week With Ruth'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8773611877619925673</id><published>2009-08-04T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:14:17.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Arm and a Black Cat Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SnhQL3YGf8I/AAAAAAAAARM/AA5CnuU-bOI/s1600-h/IMG_8719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366127120785768386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SnhQL3YGf8I/AAAAAAAAARM/AA5CnuU-bOI/s200/IMG_8719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that the smallest of us, fell first. Abby, my youngest sister, fell out of the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; tree in our yard and broke both bones in her lower left forearm. Right now, she's got a splint on, and she'll get it casted tomorrow. Not one of us kids have broken anything until now. Broken bones aren't really that big of a deal, but when not one of your siblings, including yourself have managed not to break anything, it puts a whole new level on things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not the only interesting thing. We're picking up Ruth on Thursday, and I wanted to go back to Ute Lake with her this weekend. But with Abby's arm in a cast, that might not happen, seeing as she can't get it wet. Mom would have to stay home with her and my permit won't let me drive anywhere with someone who isn't family. I did ask Sarah if we could go up there again and I'm waiting for a response. this whole thing has made August the most interesting month so far. It makes me wonder what my week with Ruth is going to be like. One thing my friends never have to worry about is having nothing to do when I'm around. I seem to carry adventure with me wherever I go. something ALWAYS happens when you fit me in with at least one of my friends. examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haley: broken Dune Buggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie: car getting stuck in sandy shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah and Rebekah: Lost keys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;none of this is my fault! but I feel that just my presence has something to do with it. Call me a Black Cat if you wish, but at least my friends are never bored. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8773611877619925673?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8773611877619925673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8773611877619925673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8773611877619925673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8773611877619925673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-arm-and-black-cat-personality.html' title='Broken Arm and a Black Cat Personality'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SnhQL3YGf8I/AAAAAAAAARM/AA5CnuU-bOI/s72-c/IMG_8719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2559254609229866205</id><published>2009-07-26T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:45:07.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn and Missing Car Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SmzymKe3_aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ALfXLNEVxBo/s1600-h/IMG_9172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362927993754221986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SmzymKe3_aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ALfXLNEVxBo/s200/IMG_9172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday morning, mom wakes me up at six, me and my sister get dressed, grab a bite to eat and head out the door. We arrive at our friend's house, load up in Sarah's car, and begin our adventure. which meant two hours of driving to a little pond in the middle of the desert. Well, actually, it IS the second largest lake in this state. We reach Ute Lake without miss-hap and spend a few happy hours hiking, not counting the time I lost my footing and my knee slammed into a cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little before noon, we head back to the car and drive around to the other site of the lake where we stripped down to our swimsuits, inflated the boat (which took about an hour to fill) and jump in the lake, get stuck in cat-tails, capsize our raft, and slowly and pitifully row to the island in the center of the lake. Once there, we fished for crawl fish and swam around in the shallow water. We also flipped the boat upside down and stretched out on the smooth surface. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until we got back to the car things started to go wrong. Sarah: "Rebekah, where are the keys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah: "I don't know, I thought you put them somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "I did, they were in the bag attached the raft..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we lost the keys...in the middle of the lake. To make matters worse, I had left my cell phone at home and both Sarah's and Rebekah's cell phones were dead. Sarah and I walked to the ranger's station to find a phone and Rachel and Rebekah stayed with the car. The ranger said our story was the second best he's ever heard and gave us his phone. Sarah's parents weren't home. Her grandparents weren't home. We went back to the car and the ranger came by and hour later so we could try again and we finally managed to reach somebody. Nearly three hours later, Sarah's dad shows up with the extra keys and we head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I actually reached my own house that I realized how sun burned I was. Rachel looks even worse than I do, and today, we still feel pretty bad, but not as sore as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, another adventurous day in the life of me. P.S. This post probubly sucked cuz I'm writing it while I'm half asleep. I apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2559254609229866205?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2559254609229866205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2559254609229866205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2559254609229866205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2559254609229866205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunburn-and-missing-car-keys.html' title='Sunburn and Missing Car Keys'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SmzymKe3_aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ALfXLNEVxBo/s72-c/IMG_9172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-7409466411307305260</id><published>2009-07-18T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:33:11.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Begins with a Runaway Horse</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! it was yesterday actually, But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that horse that lives in the field next to us? I found out that his name was George of all things. He’s not the only horse in that Field and actually, one of his friends, Pie, got out and was meandering around our house looking for a way back into the field. Dumb horse. We borrowed a lead rope and a halter from one of the people down the road. I managed to slip it over Pie’s head, but the horse didn’t want to leave the fence and remained stationary for forty five minutes! That meant that I had to stand there for forty five minutes, trying to coax Pie into going down the road so we could get him back in his field. Mom was calling the branding inspector to try and figure out who owns Pie, because we didn’t know who owned the field next to us and didn’t have the guy’s number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that I eventually got Pie moving and no sooner did we start walking than the guy who owns Pie drives up in his truck! Talk about timing.  He didn’t even know Pie had gotten out, so that means my mother hadn’t managed to reach him. We have his number now in case it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be just me, but I don’t really like spending my birthday in the hot 95 degree weather with a horse that won’t move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted yesterday evening and finished my seccond ever oil painting. Haley texted me later and said it was a good thing I hadn't gone to youth group that night or I would have had to do the birthday dance. No way as anyone going to make me do that stupid dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-7409466411307305260?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7409466411307305260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=7409466411307305260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7409466411307305260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7409466411307305260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-begins-with-runaway-horse.html' title='Birthday Begins with a Runaway Horse'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1165861949915990265</id><published>2009-07-16T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:53:26.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonita Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sl9osrI5VqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/D4JD7ezbL9M/s1600-h/IMG_9054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359117198297749154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sl9osrI5VqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/D4JD7ezbL9M/s200/IMG_9054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while. you see, I haven't been feeling tip-top of late. I have this horrible cold. I don't get sick a lot so when I do it's absolutely paralyzing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was spent at Bonita Park in Ruidoso NM. The first vacation my family has had in nigh a year. It was a father retreat and the dads could bring their families. We were in the middle of the mountains so we had thin air, no Internet and no cell service. I met a few new great people, but it took two days before any of us had the guts to meet one another. Shayna was the first. She has a voice that sort of reminds me of Amanda Bynes. Shayna is apparently in love with Rodeo and Cows. I can't stand cows. She's very friendly and easy to talk to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's Scott and David. They're best friends and it turns out that I know David from before. We helped his family move into their new house about a year ago. David can be conversation for both of you so it's pretty easy to relax around him. As far as Scott goes, I didn't really talk to him much because him and Rachel were basicly stuck together like glue for most of the long weekend. David kept coming up with ways to break them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy, I believe will grow up to be some kind of inventor or engineer. He was making some possible plans for a hovercraft of some sort and the drawings were phenomenal! Truth be told, I didn't understand half of what was on the graph paper, but I know that the guy's got talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, when you do get a bunch of teens together, you get trouble. not bad trouble, but we did go a little crazy. I must say it's weird to play on a play-scape that is way too small. there was one that sat on top of a hill. Andy kept saying that it looks a lot smaller when you get closer. which was true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a long four-day weekend of human foosball, Cheetos wars, getting lost in the mountains, and Scott being eaten by bears (or so David claims), you can imagine how tired I was and still am. Thankfully, this cold didn't really begin to manifest until we got back. I don't know what I would have done if I'd had to blow my nose every few minutes in the middle of the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1165861949915990265?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1165861949915990265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1165861949915990265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1165861949915990265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1165861949915990265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/bonita-park.html' title='Bonita Park'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sl9osrI5VqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/D4JD7ezbL9M/s72-c/IMG_9054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4924070810249800790</id><published>2009-07-07T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:30:17.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit in August</title><content type='html'>Independence day has come and gone, leaving me with lack of sleep and deaf by fireworks. Fire works on the 3rd, fireworks on the 4th fireworks on the 5th. I've had enough fireworks to last me a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am half watching the Tale of Despereaux because the TV is about twenty feet from where I am standing and it's hard not to look at the TV when it's in the same room as you. That movie is nothing like the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, My mom booked airline tickets for one of my friends. She's coming to visit me in August. YAY! It'll be nice having someone come here for a change instead of always going there to visit. Can't wait to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4924070810249800790?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4924070810249800790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4924070810249800790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4924070810249800790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4924070810249800790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Visit in August'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6391288560188479432</id><published>2009-07-02T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:28:13.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Y'all!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a sleepover at Haley's and as usual, we were up late talking...two thirty AM. Now I'm feeling that late bed time and if I can, I'm going to go right back to bed when I finish typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby just finished listening to a book called A Dog Called Kitty. Mom picked it out for her. I never get boy and dog books anymore because most of the time they don't end happily. this was no exception. Abby comes running in, crying because the dog died. I think I should be the one picking the books out from now on. It's happened before. When I was little, Mom got me a book called Stone Fox. The dog died. I don't think Mom means to get books with sad endings, I think it just happens. I know quite a few books that Abby will enjoy, so I'm going to look into getting those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has nothing to do with anything, but I hate the word "fixin'" like, "I'm fixin' to go to the store." or "They're fixin' to have a baby." I also have a hard time with "deal." like instead of saying "I'll put the pencil in your little deal (meaning bag) here, and you're all set!" I don't like Y'all. I can't stand y'all! Its not a word I tell you, NOT A WORD! I've lived here for two years now and I still wince at all the little weird things people say around here. I don't think I'll ever get used to the High Planes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6391288560188479432?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6391288560188479432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6391288560188479432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6391288560188479432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6391288560188479432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-yall.html' title='Bye Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1679241618758966795</id><published>2009-06-28T12:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:50:18.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SkefQLkAqYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8gLQ9BwnNdk/s1600-h/IMG_8819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352421782483675522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SkefQLkAqYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8gLQ9BwnNdk/s200/IMG_8819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weekend has been filled with lots of laughs, sweat, sunscreen, and sleeping in tents too small for four girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;So we went to pick of Stephanie for a sleep over and we met by the TX border. (she lives in TX and I don't) my mom decided to do a quick turn around on a side dirt road so she could just pull out of there and head home. big mistake. the road was more dirt than sand and we got stuck in the sandy shoulder. we must have been there for twenty minutes trying to get the suburban out of the sand bank! eventually, a guy passing by in a pick up truck stopped and we hooked up to his truck and he pulled us out. I looked over at Steph, who was standing next to me and said, "note to self, never try to turn around in a dirt road when there is a drive way fifty feet away." because there was a drive way about fifty feet from where we got stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; We went to Oasis State Park, but before going, we had to pick up my three little girl cousins. Mom handed them the sunscreen and Amber, who's five, managed to get some in her eye. Mom, being the good first aid person she is, pulled over to the side of the road and flushed Amber's eye. We had fun at Oasis and Steph, Rosey and I went up on the dunes. it was really hot so we were glad when we left. the same afternoon, we headed back to Stephanie's house and met Lizzie there. We spent the afternoon swimming in the pool and hanging out in Steph's room playing LIFE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to watch the West Side Story for the first time and I didn't think much of it. Tony: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but there was a knife in my hand and I somehow managed to kill your brother!" Maria: "Oh...well, it doesn't matter, I still love you. Will you marry me?" Seriously, the girl needs to get a life! Actually, every one in the movie needed to get a life. what is the point of fighting for turf that doesn't even really belong to you accomplish anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about that tent...Seriously, the tent is about five by seven. all of us, Lizzie, Steph, Rosey and I are over five feet tall. we slept with our feet to the door on top of one sleeping bag as padding and a bunch of throw blankets for covers. the ground was uneven and so I found that my feet were slightly higher than my head! There was also the street light blinding me from one angle and the porch light blinding me from another. I swear I was sleeping on rocks and if you slept between two girls that like to move and talk in their sleep, you might have a hard time sleeping too! I don't think I got much sleep Friday night. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun, but I sleep like my dad, which means that in order to actually get a good night's sleep, I have to have quiet, darkness, and something comfortable behind my back. I ended up going inside to get an extra blanket to cover my head and another one to go underneath me for more padding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Not much happened. We went home and I spent yesterday afternoon reading. I hadn't read for two days and was behind. I still have a lot of books waiting for my attention. like, The Jellicoe Road, Vanish, The Enclave, Standard Hero Behaviour, Wild Orchard and the Blue Djinn of Babylon. All of them I am borrowing and all of them need to go back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a good part of the evening reading For Young Women Only. It's a book on how guys think. I'm pretty glad I read it. I think I understand my brother a little bit better now. And I know why that one guy in the supermarket keeps staring at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; well, It's only 10:30 AM, so I'm not sure what is going to happen today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1679241618758966795?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1679241618758966795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1679241618758966795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1679241618758966795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1679241618758966795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekend-has-been-filled-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SkefQLkAqYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8gLQ9BwnNdk/s72-c/IMG_8819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8659285596038880877</id><published>2009-06-27T16:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:54:43.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zavy</title><content type='html'>Well, Zavy's bone scan came back normal so now it's back to the drawing board as far as figuring out what is making him sick. please continue to pray for the return of his health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8659285596038880877?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8659285596038880877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8659285596038880877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8659285596038880877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8659285596038880877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/zavy.html' title='Zavy'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4630571744346806710</id><published>2009-06-25T13:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:21:04.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Zavey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SkOx55GQShI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AMxv9U0rPpU/s1600-h/IMG_7569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316390383995410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SkOx55GQShI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AMxv9U0rPpU/s200/IMG_7569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some highway driving today. Driving at 60 some mph is a little alarming and I kept wanting to slow down. I'm very comfortable with driving 40 or 50 mph and going faster just makes me nervous. It always makes me wonder why so many teens can't wait to get their driver's licence. For me, it's like, I'm doing this because I have to not because I want to. I'm scared to death I'm going to get hit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin Xavier might have cancer. They're doing a bone scan this afternoon. The poor kid has had so many other medical issues already. It doesn't seem fair that he should be so sick all the time. I know that I would greatly appreciate it if you guys would pray for him. He needs all the prayers and miracles he can get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4630571744346806710?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4630571744346806710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4630571744346806710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4630571744346806710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4630571744346806710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/praying-for-zavey.html' title='Praying for Zavey'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SkOx55GQShI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AMxv9U0rPpU/s72-c/IMG_7569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6444954526421868614</id><published>2009-06-23T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:30:31.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke</title><content type='html'>It was karaoke time at the library today. I had to be the brave one and sing first. I HATE singing karaoke for the reason that the music is distorted and you can't ever seem to reach the right notes. most of the songs were 80's. we just stumbled through it. at one point, Hannah C. (not me) and Katie were trying to sing "girl's just wanna have fun, and this black guy comes in and starts singing it! it was really funny. Actually, he sounded better than any of us. To put it in a nut shell, we sang bad, ate cookies, and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6444954526421868614?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6444954526421868614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6444954526421868614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6444954526421868614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6444954526421868614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8276850983586475324</id><published>2009-06-20T18:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:17:15.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I deal with ill-trained animals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq294/idarthkitty/pictures%20with%20a%20world/sleeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq294/idarthkitty/pictures%20with%20a%20world/sleeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came accross this quote this morning and thought it spoke volumes: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easy reading is damn hard writing. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Isn’t that just the truth?!?! It’s so hard to write and it takes so long, but you can read a book that may have taken someone years to write in just a few hours! It really isn’t fair. But I guess life isn't fair so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am riding horses again! Two actually. These people we know have horses, but never ride them, so it is now my job it exercise them. Fun right? Well it would be better if they were trained. These horses have been mostly pasture horses for most of their lives and they hate the saddle or anything to do with horse tack. Rosie, the younger of the two, is so skittish about the saddle, that it takes me forever to get one on her. Get this, she doesn’t know what “trot” is. I try to get her to go faster than a walk and she spooks. Very annoying. Nathan helped me exercise the horses the other day, but there is no way I am letting him ride Rosie. I pray every time climb into that saddle that I’m not going to get thrown. It's times like these when I am very glad for my four and a half years of horse training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other horse is named Breezy. She’s more laid back and doesn't spook like Rosie, but she is stubborn! It’s nearly impossible to get her out and away from her pen. It takes two to saddle her because she dances around a lot and won’t let you tighten the girth! I pray for patience with these creatures. I almost think it would be better not to ride at all then to ride these two ill-trained animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I was out on them, I was wearing a black tank top. I forgot sunscreen. I came back very burned. it was just my shoulders though. the part the tank didn't cover. but my shoulders and nose always burn the worst, but my nose was shaded by the helmet, so no damage done there. I've worn regular T-shirts since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5160238555739849550-8276850983586475324?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8276850983586475324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8276850983586475324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8276850983586475324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8276850983586475324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-which-i-deal-with-ill-trained.html' title='In which I deal with ill-trained animals.'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq294/idarthkitty/pictures%20with%20a%20world/th_sleeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3463455401678245646</id><published>2009-06-12T21:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:32:38.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Bites, Walkers, Miss-kicks, and a Yucca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abledata.com/product_images/images/06A0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://www.abledata.com/product_images/images/06A0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So--you know, I start my posts with "so" a lot....as I was saying, we took Cheyenne to the vet's yesterday afternoon because she's got bites or stings all over her face. she was running a high fever and her face was a little puffy. they kept her over night just to make sure she was ok. she is. we just got her back this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that wasn't the only thing that happened yesterday. We were in front of Hastings because I was going in to look for new earbuds. you know those walkers that have the seat/bench thing on them? well, there was this 93 year old lady and another old couple and the 93 year old lady was using the walker like a wheel chair. well, it hit a bump and collapsed in on itself and send the old lady flying backwards against the pavement, hitting her head and putting a deep long gash in her right leg. my mom flew out of the car to help set her back up and then flew back to the car to get one of our towels out of the back and dashed back over to try and stop the bleeding. my mom does not like blood. the lady's leg was gushing blood. mom said it was like pouring water out of a water bottle or something. some guy ran into Hastings and called 911 and there was a police officer there. I don't know what happened to the lady after the ambulance came and got her. I think she was ok, but she did loose a lot of blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back from Clovis, Nathan made this dummy out of clothes and propped him up on the couch. the dummy was holding an air-soft gun. I, being stupid, thought it would be funny to knock the head off the dummy and so I kicked it...and hit the gun instead of the head. I was in flip flops, so my toes weren't protected, and I messed up the toe on my right foot. it's not broken, but it looks pretty nasty. I knocked the scope off the gun and sent the horrid plastic thing hurtling across the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after dinner, Haley came over saying that one of her dogs got hold of the book I lent her and chewed it all up. She's going to get me a replacement, so that's fine with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then She said they got their dune buggy fixed and wanted to know if I wanted to go for a spin. We did laps around our four acre property, running into the fields behind and between us. it was really fun. Haley was going a little too fast at times and ran us up onto the bank on the other side of the road at one point. I reminded her that she better not kill me or land me in the hospital because we sure as hell can't pay for it. she replied cheekily that neither could they. on our third or forth lap, Haley took out a Yucca on one of the turns and swerved to hit another one and hit our fence instead. it's one of those pole and wire fences, so it wasn't hurt, and neither were we, but when the buggy hit the fence, it kept going and snapped the front left wheel clean off! it snapped the bolts! Haley's reaction? "Oh S**t." She had a reason for her language let me tell you. I'm not sure how long it is going to get that dune buggy fixed this time. For my part, I was too busy laughing to be of much help. I told Haley this was punishment for taking out a yucca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my day yesterday. one piece of bad luck after another. What a crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3463455401678245646?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3463455401678245646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3463455401678245646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3463455401678245646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3463455401678245646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/bug-bites-walkers-miss-kicks-and-yucca.html' title='Bug Bites, Walkers, Miss-kicks, and a Yucca'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2078730468285922565</id><published>2009-06-11T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:39:33.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Earphones and more Driver's ED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/earphone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/earphone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom had me drive from my house to the movie theater in town. I did do it, mostly. I refused to cross the highway in front of ENMU. I'm not ready to drive on busy roads yet. luckily, there is a back way to get to the movie theater without having to travel on busy roads. I do NOT like driving next to semis. It's kind of funny, this this book I'm reading, Blood Secret, there's this girl named Jerry and her great aunt just tosses her the keys and tells her to drive home. she's 14 and hasn't driven before. I'm really glad my mom didn't do that to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My earbuds, the really good ones I've had for three or four years, broke yesterday. the right ear stopped working and then the left ear. now THAT pisses me off. they don't even make this kind anymore. they were really nice and blocked virtually all the excess noise around and kept the music inside the earphones so if you were sitting next to someone with them on, they couldn't hear a thing even if you turned it up. AND NOW THE FARTING THINGS ARE BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!! I feel foolish getting worked up over this issue, but I am REALLY mad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2078730468285922565?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2078730468285922565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2078730468285922565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2078730468285922565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2078730468285922565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-earphones-and-more-drivers-ed.html' title='Broken Earphones and more Driver&apos;s ED'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-388212546097203360</id><published>2009-06-08T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:14:25.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Minute Warning</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was woken up out of a dead sleep by my cellphone going off. I threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed, glancing at the clock briefly as I did. 7:00 AM. who could be calling me at 7:00 AM? I figured it was some telemarketer. The caller ID read Haley. I picked it up. "Hello?" fighting to keep sleep out of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that Haley was coming over for breakfast and I hadn't known about it. she was calling to tell us that she was going to come over in a few minutes. she just lives across the field from us...and I'd just gotten out of bed!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second fastest time I'd gotten dressed and ready for the day. (the first had been the time I had to go to church and dad had forgotten to wake me up until he was walking out the door.) I managed to get dressed, make my bed, brush and straighten my hair (I'd gone to bed with it wet and it was sticking out at weird angles this morning) and I even managed to touch up a little bit as far as makeup. all under five minutes. That doesn't mean I was awake at breakfast. no. my body was up, but my mind was still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-388212546097203360?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/388212546097203360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=388212546097203360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/388212546097203360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/388212546097203360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-minute-warning.html' title='Five Minute Warning'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2981974531734713741</id><published>2009-06-06T19:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:42:21.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, I Don't Want to Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/pediatrics/1/0/m/L/iStock_000002626872XSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/pediatrics/1/0/m/L/iStock_000002626872XSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was three years old and we were living at Camp Lone Star in Texas. mom and I were walking home from the cafeteria and I said "Mommy, I don't want to grow up." Her response in my memory is very fuzzy. after all, I was only three. I think it was something like "Don't worry sweet heart, you don't have to yet" but I'm not sure. but my statement rings clear as a bell to me. I remember where I was standing and which T shirt my mom was wearing. "Mommy, I don't want to grow up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm finding myself thinking the same thing. I don't want to grow up. I've never EVER been big on the idea. It's scary. I only have one year left of High School and People are asking me what college I want to go to. I have absolutely no idea. I certainly don't have the money for it. I'm thinking about getting a job (that does not involve working at a cash register or fast food) I want to do something I enjoy, but it's hard to say what that something is. I see all my old friends growing up and I have to remind myself that life goes on even when I'm not around. I'm not READY for life to go on. I wish it would stop for a minute and let me catch up. It's moving way too fast and not fast enough all at the same time. I'm not even sure why I'm just sitting here spouting! Why does life have to be so hard? Not to mention stressful. Right now the only thing I'm sure of is that when I do grow up and leave the house I won't have to sit and listen to my sibs fight all the time. Now THAT is someting I can look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2981974531734713741?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2981974531734713741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2981974531734713741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2981974531734713741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2981974531734713741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-i-dont-want-to-grow-up.html' title='Mommy, I Don&apos;t Want to Grow Up'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4032775788535549668</id><published>2009-06-04T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:56:28.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sig06rD5sbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AJKjX0l70V4/s1600-h/haley+on+dunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343579140471239090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sig06rD5sbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AJKjX0l70V4/s200/haley+on+dunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my family, Haley (our neighbor) and her little sister went to Oasis state park. The lake there is man made and is about three times the size of the city pool. you want to go camping in trailers because the places they have for tents are coated with gravel. not very comfy. oh and you can't light fires because it's too dry and the brush surrounding everything might catch fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are these large sand dunes that make a sort of bowl. they are very fun to climb on and Haley, my brother and the other guys took advantage of that. they took off their shoes and ran up and down the dunes. Haley wanted me to run down screaming like a maniac and to take off my shoes also. I didn't want to. it wasn't until she started piling sand on top of my shoes and grabbed my arm and literally pulled me down that I actually complied. the sand felt good. like beach sand. but there was no water to go with it. I miss the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we built several sand castles and pits and I built a sand dinosaur that nearly got stepped on three times. we were caked with sand when we were done and headed back to the main park. Unfortunately, Haley's little sister Kinzie forgot her cell phone so the two of us had to walk BACK to the dunes to look for it. we did find it...under three inches of sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4032775788535549668?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4032775788535549668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4032775788535549668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4032775788535549668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4032775788535549668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/sandy-shoes.html' title='Sandy Shoes'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sig06rD5sbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AJKjX0l70V4/s72-c/haley+on+dunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5820226046454851777</id><published>2009-06-01T18:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:23:47.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Bothers</title><content type='html'>If something bothers me, I tend to dream about it. like when all of a sudden, Alli stopped calling me and all the texts I sent her got sent back and she completely disappeared off the face of the cyberworld, I wanted to know what was going on! but how could I find out if she wasn't contacting me? it was nearly a month before I found out she'd basicly been banned from technology for reasons I won't share. But during that time when I didn't know what was going on, I had three different dreams about asking Alli why she wasn't contacting me. The first she just ignored me, the second, I was walking down the sidewalk with Steph and we berried a pumpkin in front of a church and Alli came to help, but avoided any questions and the third, she was just about to tell me when all of a sudden someone got murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having dreams about talking to my pen pal about the drawing I sent her. It was of her, but it wasn't really her likeness. it was more of a impression of personality. My brother got a call from her brother and my picture came up in the conversation. he didn't like the picture at all and said it didn't look anything like Jen. well, it really wasn't supposed too! I haven't been able to communicate that with Jen or her brother and it's been bothering me. Last night I dreamed I was explaining why I drew the picture the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is also why I dream about loosing teeth and going to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5820226046454851777?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5820226046454851777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5820226046454851777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5820226046454851777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5820226046454851777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-bothers.html' title='Dream Bothers'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2014594991435394266</id><published>2009-05-30T15:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:11:32.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Park and Cotton Candy</title><content type='html'>There was this thing in the city park last night. it was like the all saints festivals we had at our old church in the fall with small carnival games, bands playing, food, and way too many people. I went for the soul reason of getting cotton candy. pretty stupid I know, but I like the stuff and carnivals and festivals are the only time I get any. Everything was loud loud loud. I caught a few of my friends, including Jodi and Haley. I had fun taunting  Haley because I had the next book in the series we're both reading and she doesn't. The evening went pretty well, there was too many people for my taste, but I was there for the cotton candy remember? I won two stuffed animals, an elephant and a TY beanie buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a new book idea called Step into side ways. I'm going to finish the first chapter and post it on my website later. it plays with dimensions. I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2014594991435394266?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2014594991435394266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2014594991435394266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2014594991435394266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2014594991435394266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-in-park-and-cotton-candy.html' title='Fun in the Park and Cotton Candy'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-217340275633273884</id><published>2009-05-28T22:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:04:29.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver's Ed Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~nmahgp/roc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~nmahgp/roc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's my second real day at the actual driving part of Driver's Ed. Tuesday, mom took me out to an empty church parking lot and we went through all the gears, knobs, switches, blind spots, void areas and all that good stuff, then I drove around the parking lot getting used to the feel of the car, learning how to gradually start and stop, pull up to a curb, and remember to look everywhere all at once so I don't hit anything. it's a lot to remember. didn't do anything Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the parking lot was not enough for my mom. she drove across the street into the local cemetery! (btw, this is the main entrance to the actual cemetery I drove in) the road that runs through there is like, only big enough for one car, both sides are shouldered by trees and the path is like a maze. short turns and a lot of twists. this is only my second time behind the wheel people! I am WAY ahead of my text book. I had to turn a few sharp turns, and back up. I have to avoid a car that was parked right in the middle of the path and avoid hitting a water spicket and a grave stone all at the same time while remembering to check my mirrors and all that other driving goodness. wanna talk a about stressful? Hopefully she would make me do that again tomorrow. I'm quite content with empty parking lots right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking around though (you can do that too while driving) I felt a pang of sadness at all of those dead people. there's even a section for new born babies that had died. &lt;em&gt;rows &lt;/em&gt;of dead babies and young children. it's just...sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-217340275633273884?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/217340275633273884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=217340275633273884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/217340275633273884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/217340275633273884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/drivers-ed-nightmare.html' title='Driver&apos;s Ed Nightmare'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-7608534813894729649</id><published>2009-05-27T17:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:54:06.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it rained last night. no, correction, we had a hurricane in New Mexico! that's what it felt like anyway. in some parts of the yard, the water was around two feet deep! it rained for what seemed like forever, but It only lasted 30 minutes or so. I like rain, no matter how much or how little it is. We went for a walk after it stopped, the dogs loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sh20tBPW7OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/04iOoXYpf28/s1600-h/IMG_8396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340623418651241698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sh20tBPW7OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/04iOoXYpf28/s200/IMG_8396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5160238555739849550-7608534813894729649?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7608534813894729649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=7608534813894729649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7608534813894729649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7608534813894729649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='the rain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sh20tBPW7OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/04iOoXYpf28/s72-c/IMG_8396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-507549141828301243</id><published>2009-05-25T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:04:46.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong</title><content type='html'>I am not feeling good today. I am not feeling sick, more just...not good. I don't know how to say it. I just feel...wrong. cut off? restless? lonely? down? not sure. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have knobs back on our doors. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-507549141828301243?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/507549141828301243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=507549141828301243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/507549141828301243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/507549141828301243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrong.html' title='Wrong'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4262955847094077244</id><published>2009-05-24T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:01:28.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>locked doors</title><content type='html'>mom was painting the hallway that's just outside us kid's bedroom doors. she was also painting the doors so they would match the trim. to paint the doors, she had to take of the door knobs. yeah. so the door knobs were off, but the rest of the door mechanism was still in the door. along comes Abby. she shuts the door. (that happened Friday night I might add) she can't get out of the bathroom and mom and dad are on a walk and I sure can't figure out how to get the door open. well, dad managed to get her out and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning, way to early, Rachel locks herself in the bathroom. the bathroom is right across from my room. there were a lot of "SHHHHHH! WE'RE GOING TO WAKE UP HANNAH!" and "DON'T TALK SO LOUD!" so how was I going to sleep through that?!?! dad got smart and took the little door thing out of the door so now we have a big gaping hole in the bathroom door and we had to stuff a towel in it for privacy's sake. I don't think we'll get the knobs back in until Monday or tuesday. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, it'd been raining for the last few days. Wonderful rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4262955847094077244?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4262955847094077244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4262955847094077244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4262955847094077244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4262955847094077244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/locked-doors.html' title='locked doors'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3557145541357660749</id><published>2009-05-22T16:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:41:12.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hatevil.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sneezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://hatevil.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sneezing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let my brother and his friend borrow my camera because they wanted to make a movie. they consist of mostly running and screaming. the footage is bouncy and you get a lot of shots of feet and dirt. I guess boys will be boys. dirty and noisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you ever wonder why people say "God bless you! " when you sneeze? this is a question my brother asked me this morning at the breakfast table. It started in Rome during the reign of Pope Gregory the Great. It was thought that if you sneezed, your soul left your body and left a spot where evil spirits could enter. and the only way to get it the soul back in would be if someone quickly "Blessed you." It was this and also that Roman citizens feared sneezing was a sign that a plague was about to hit their city because they thought that sneezing was a sure sign of sickness. Pope Gregory started the use of the phrase "God bless you" to shield sneezers from any ill effects. Both from the plague and the evil spirits entering the body. I think that's as silly as people in the 17th century not taking a bath because it would make them more volerable to sickness! Where do people come up with this stuff?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, "gesundheit"(being just as popular as "Bless you") is a German word that literally means "health." the roots for 'gesundheit' are similar to that of "Bless You".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why I'm talking about this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3557145541357660749?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3557145541357660749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3557145541357660749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3557145541357660749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3557145541357660749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-bless-you.html' title='God Bless You'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6537271162210937669</id><published>2009-05-20T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:26:09.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii62/jacquelin_021/479270001_68343e8678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii62/jacquelin_021/479270001_68343e8678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished The Soldiers of Halla last night at 12:00 AM on the dot. I hate sharing a room with my sister! I wanted to scream! in a good way. I was pleased with the way it ended. I recommend the Pendragon series to anyone who likes books. The only thing is that now I've finished the series and it's over. no more story. =( I'm glad I own all the books. now I can go back and read it all over again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm reading Max. It's funny, Max has been sitting on my shelf for nearly a month and I haven't read it yet. I went from not having anything to read, to being swamped! I guess that's a good thing. As I look at the books I still have to read, I can't help thinking that the list looks depleting. I'm going to have to hunt down some good stuff if I want to make it thorough the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6537271162210937669?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6537271162210937669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6537271162210937669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6537271162210937669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6537271162210937669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-live-books.html' title='Long Live Books!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4555824098833949046</id><published>2009-05-19T18:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:27:10.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq294/idarthkitty/pictures%20with%20a%20world/longingbutterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq294/idarthkitty/pictures%20with%20a%20world/longingbutterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I'm not sure if it's true with all pictures, but pics like this one speak volumes...to me at least. I'm not exactly sure why I like this one so much. I look at it and feel so much strain and emotion in it. It's like I can read into the picture and pull out a story. I just might be super sensitive to art, or I may just be crazy? what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4555824098833949046?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4555824098833949046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4555824098833949046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4555824098833949046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4555824098833949046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/thousand-words.html' title='A thousand words'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq294/idarthkitty/pictures%20with%20a%20world/th_longingbutterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3004692133065809728</id><published>2009-05-18T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:24:07.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soldiers of Halla</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the tenth Pendragon book now and am enjoying it fully. I still think Bobby needs a lesson in not provoking the bad guy until he starts hitting you with an electrocuting wand, but what can I do? I'm just a reader. What I'm finding horrifying  is that there are similarities between The soldiers of Halla and my own book, Starshard. it's not fair to say that I copied, because I've been working on this book since before I even started reading the Merchant of Death! needless to say, I feel irked, but I'm not about to change my plot line because I read something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Christopher Paolini is a different matter...haven't you eve noticed the dozens of similarities between Eragon, Eldest and Brisinger? I found a blog post that points out how close these two stories are &lt;a href="http://thewordcrafter.wordpress.com/2007/10/20/eragon-vs-star-wars/"&gt;http://thewordcrafter.wordpress.com/2007/10/20/eragon-vs-star-wars/&lt;/a&gt; I found it horrendusly funny, because of how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Pendragon, I wasn't entirely shocked by Sant Dane's true motives once they were unmasked. I wasn't shocked about the truth about the Travelers either. and I wasn't shocked by the reappearance of one of the main characters. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I sort of half guessed. I've read so much that it takes a lot to shock me. I can say this though, I love it when I'm right, and I HATE it when I'm right. And if this book ends the way I think it's going to end, I...will...go...insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3004692133065809728?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3004692133065809728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3004692133065809728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3004692133065809728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3004692133065809728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/soldiers-of-halla.html' title='The Soldiers of Halla'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5971344669212688285</id><published>2009-05-16T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:32:55.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an account of friday the 15th...talent night</title><content type='html'>It took me forever to figure out what I was going to wear and I left the house unsatisfied. When we got there, I warmed up with the choir and took my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Rachel's puppet show is the first act, so I have to bounce back up again and help hold the puppet curtain. back to my seat. people sing, play violins and the piano. Lizzie is sitting next to me, shaking so hard the pew is vibrating. I grab her by the shoulders."Peace!" I whisper. it'll be ok! you'll do great!" she gets up, does her skit, (which is really good!) then returns to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up and help abby sing her song. back to my seat. more singing and piano. I have to get up to sing with the choir midway though. I'll tell you this, our practice runs with choir went a lot better than the main performance. I think that was because everyone was so nervous. back to my seat. my turn! I get up there and head for the mic...and find out that there is still one more person before me. SHOOT ME NOW!  sheepishly slink of the stage and sit back down. now it's Lizzie's turn to put peace on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's my turn. I get up there, "Hi, My name is Kye and I am going to be singing...oh shoot, I forgot what I was going to sing." Laughs. mom shouts at me from the audience, "You're not Alone!" right! I knew that! God, can you do me a favor and hit me with a lightning bolt or something?! I want to sink into the floor. NOW! start singing. it goes very well, I hit a few sour notes, finish and take my seat. then I have to get back up to receive my eleventh grade certificate. a few more people. time to leave. thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5971344669212688285?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5971344669212688285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5971344669212688285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5971344669212688285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5971344669212688285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-account-of-friday-15thtalent.html' title='Being an account of friday the 15th...talent night'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8087179896863012023</id><published>2009-05-15T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:16:15.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocking Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/___StepH___/stagefright1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s50/___StepH___/stagefright1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to die!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly fainted yesterday when I got up on the stage and opened my mouth to sing at the talent show rehearsal. there was only a handful of people there too! I am so going to die tonight! First I was fine. I usually am. I get nervas right before I go up to talk or something and then when I actually start doing it, I feel paralyzed! Mrs. Monica called my name and I got up on the stage..."Hi, my name is Monica Justus and I'm going to sing Amazing Grace." That was a slight dig from earlier when Mrs. Monica was using that as an example. I wasn't the only one to mimic her delivery. I was so wigged out though. my voice got shrill, which I hate, my stomach was doing flip-flops, my entire body was trembling and I was gripping that microphone for all I was worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I sounded ok. I hit a few really bad notes and mom said I swayed a little. I've said it before, I can be nervous and no one would know it. apparently, I didn't look nervous. At least that's good. I am so going to die tonight. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a slight chance that I don't die, I'll tell you how the main performance went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8087179896863012023?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8087179896863012023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8087179896863012023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8087179896863012023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8087179896863012023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/knocking-knees.html' title='Knocking Knees'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6219882990400249078</id><published>2009-05-13T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:07:10.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hot glue and missing skin</title><content type='html'>my hands are no longer green and red. no. something WORSE has happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to back up, the dye came out of the puppets. the fabric didn't take at all! so we have white puppets with a slight green or red tint. talk about frustrating! all that work yesterday and NOTHING to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to worse. the dye came out of my hands and then this afternoon while I was hot gluing hair on one puppet, the index finger on my right hand brushed though the hot glue. so now the top half, and I mean half of my finger is burnt, blistered, and missing a layer of skin. I'm probubly making it sound worse than it is, but it sure hurts like ****!  I never realized how much I use my right hand. I eat and write, draw and paint with my left hand, but my right does mostly everything else! I just hope it heals quick. touching it with anything hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, all the puppets are done and i don't have to hot glue anything anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6219882990400249078?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6219882990400249078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6219882990400249078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6219882990400249078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6219882990400249078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-glue-and-missing-skin.html' title='hot glue and missing skin'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3445871797306763588</id><published>2009-05-12T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:48:45.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my hands are green</title><content type='html'>So we need puppets for Friday right? they need to look at least remotely like bob and larry from veggietales. we can't find any green or red fake fur, so we buy white and dye it. it took mom and I all afternoon to make the dye and then color the puppets. my hands are fire truck red and Christmas tree green. mom told me there were gloves under the sink, but did I hear her? no. and actually, Rachel and Nathan should have been the ones getting there hands all full of dye cuz the puppets are for &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; puppet show. not mine! so guys, if my hands are still red and green Friday, this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3445871797306763588?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3445871797306763588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3445871797306763588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3445871797306763588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3445871797306763588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hands-are-green.html' title='my hands are green'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5086871847003312457</id><published>2009-05-11T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:50:51.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the World is Puddle-Wonderful</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream last night. Diana, Jonathan and I were at a mall. I think Rose, Lizzie and Ana where there too, but they disappeared and I couldn't find them. Anyway, Diana, Jonathan and I went to go see Night at the Museum in the theaters. (that movie's been out on DVD for a long time so I don't know how we managed to see it) I couldn't find either of them in the dark theater, so I was running around crazily looking for them and then when I found them, I ended up sitting in a chair next to another seat Diana had jammed full of cardboard baby books! they were poking me in the soft upper part of my arm and no matter how I moved, the books kept poking me! it &lt;em&gt;hurt! &lt;/em&gt;So I woke up, still feeling sharp pokes. but no one was poking me! I was alone in the room and I hadn't fallen asleep on a book or anything! Whatever/whoever it was stopped poking me when I sat up and got out of bed, but I could still feel it for a while. honestly! some spirits are so RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt my ear with the hair straightener this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now to the puddle wonderful. it was misty, cloudy and moist all day long. the kind of day where you don't want to do anything. but I liked it because it was WET! on these over cast days, green looks more green and brown looks more brown! all the dusty colors are transformed into beautiful healthy fantasy quality colors! I love it! we don't get wet days around here much, so one wet day is Puddle-Wonderful! btw puddle wonderful is from a poem I cannot remember the name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were running around in Clovis looking for supplies to make puppets for Nathan and Rachel's puppet show on Friday and we bumped into Diana of all people! now that's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all, I think I had a pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5086871847003312457?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5086871847003312457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5086871847003312457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5086871847003312457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5086871847003312457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-world-is-puddle-wonderful.html' title='When the World is Puddle-Wonderful'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1339162801695931295</id><published>2009-05-10T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:07:23.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom's gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SgdeE0bTMUI/AAAAAAAAANw/mydjSflp-4A/s1600-h/mother%27s+day+photo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334335720529277250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SgdeE0bTMUI/AAAAAAAAANw/mydjSflp-4A/s400/mother%27s+day+photo+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what I made mom for mother's day. and yes, I did it myself. I LOVE photoshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1339162801695931295?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1339162801695931295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1339162801695931295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1339162801695931295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1339162801695931295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-moms-gift.html' title='my mom&apos;s gift'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SgdeE0bTMUI/AAAAAAAAANw/mydjSflp-4A/s72-c/mother%27s+day+photo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-594062625245925616</id><published>2009-05-10T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:22:37.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day! zzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>it's mothers day! we gave mom cards and all that at breakfast and now we're settling down into a nice day of nothingness. everyone is just way exhausted! I don't think a single member of this family has gotten a good nights sleep in a long time. it's not that we're not going to bed on time. no. we just can't sleep! *yawn* I don't think I'll ever wake up refreshed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Mother's day Mom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-594062625245925616?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/594062625245925616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=594062625245925616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/594062625245925616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/594062625245925616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-zzzzzzz.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day! zzzzzzz'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-7924301599790063117</id><published>2009-05-07T13:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:10:12.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>talent show freak out</title><content type='html'>I'm teaching Abby a song for the talent show. she sounds so cute! she's got all the words down now, but the tune is still a little off. we have till the 15th so i think she'll have it by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as me and the talent show, i have no clue. I wanted to sing you're not alone, but I'm loosing confidence in myself and I am beginning to realize, even though the song sounds simple, that it is very hard to sing. i could change it, but I don't know what else I would sing. last year, I didn't sing at all and i regretted it. I could think about doing something else, but I don't really have a bunch of skills that you get up and show off. ugh! I'm just a mess about the whole thing and I have to tell Mrs. Sarah what I'm doing by Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that also brings up another issue. I am supposed to sing the cat's duet and as the deer with the choir that meets on Friday during the talent show. but this is the last week left to practice and I can't go because mom and dad have a date in Lubbock! AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-7924301599790063117?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7924301599790063117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=7924301599790063117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7924301599790063117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/7924301599790063117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/talent-show-freak-out.html' title='talent show freak out'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-735044337671509115</id><published>2009-05-05T21:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:27:42.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iRead...and read</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing to say, so why I am posting is totally beyond me. right now, my dad is on the phone, nathan is playing video games, mom and my sisters are in the kitchen and we're all gonna eat cookies soon! MY cookies. I'm really surprised they've lasted this long. usually they're gone in two days. this would be day three. wow. Sadie, our lab, is barking at the kid across the street and the AC is up way to high. burrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn* I'm tired. I have to finish reading Mississippi Jack so I can give it back to Haley. I'm about half way through the book and I've been reading it for two nights or more. it's got 600 something pages. long book. thankfully, it's small in stachure. I would not recommend reading the bloody Jack books. they're really good, but the only problem is that sometimes it can get a little Gorey and graphic. if it were a movie, it would probubly be PG-13 and in one or two passages, bordering R. there are definitely times where I skip over a paragraph or two. I wouldn't be reading them at all if I hadn't gotten so wrapped up in the story. I'm on the 5th book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bloodhound sitting on my shelf and I'm DYING to read it. I've been waiting a long time for it. but first things first...MUST FINISH MISSISSIPPI JACK! sigh. What I REALLY want to read is the 10th Pendragon book which is coming out on the 12th. book nine ended with a killer cliff hanger. Rosetta now also shares in my pain. she just finished book nine yesterday. hee hee. well I seem to have said a lot for not saying anything. ta-ta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-735044337671509115?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/735044337671509115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=735044337671509115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/735044337671509115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/735044337671509115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/ireadand-read.html' title='iRead...and read'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1924447899491242322</id><published>2009-05-04T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:16:52.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Dilemma</title><content type='html'>So I have a driver's permit, but I haven't been driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with in the last week mom has asked me if I wanted to go out to a vacant church parking lot to practice twice. the only thing is that the first time she asked me, my hands were full of charcoal pencil and then when she asked me today, it was like, 4:30 pm and all of my energy was spent. it's not like I DONT want to drive. I just don't like having her asking me spur-of-the-moment like. I think we're going to put some structure behind the drive time bit, but I don't like doing it NOW. I'd like to have a bit of time to react and think about it. sigh. I wonder if I'll ever drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1924447899491242322?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1924447899491242322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1924447899491242322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1924447899491242322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1924447899491242322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-dilemma.html' title='Driving Dilemma'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-17143556870256368</id><published>2009-05-02T19:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:25:16.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, my brother had another one of his sleep walking things. He got up, went to the bathroom, left the bathroom, then turned around and walked back in. I wondered what he was doing, so I got up and went to the bathroom door which was wide open. Nathan looked right at me and said "I have toothpaste on my hand." He did.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have toothpaste on your hand?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the sink and his tooth brush had more tooth paste on it than brush. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan, there's Kleenex on the toilet rim, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"oops." He flushes the Kleenex when there's a trash can right next to his foot. "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Turn off the light when your done."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan, if you don't remember this in the morning, I'm going to kill you."&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, ha."&lt;br /&gt;He brushes his teeth does NOT turn off the light and crawls back into bed. Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, he did not remember it in the morning. typical. don't worry, I didn't kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-17143556870256368?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/17143556870256368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=17143556870256368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/17143556870256368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/17143556870256368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/05/toothpaste.html' title='Toothpaste'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5889768124553207934</id><published>2009-04-30T13:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:24:28.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iTan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spottedhorsechick.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/andreas-horses-026-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://spottedhorsechick.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/andreas-horses-026-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something to talk about and now I can't remember what it was. I'M TO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SENIOR MOMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I am recovered from the walk saterday and am very happy regarding that fact. now I have three sets of tan. it might surprise you to learn that I still have a tan line from my swimsuit last summer! on top of that, now I have even darker skin from this year's walk. my legs look I'm wearing upper thigh stockings that stop at my ankles. I guess that would be very long leg warmers not stockings. it looks weird. I remind myself of a paint horse with all my different skin colors. and now I'm thinking that I tan easy, burn if left in sun all day without shade, and keep tan as well as I get it. lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading this book and it's 676 pages long and it's really two books in one binding. like I finished the first part of the book last night and started the "part two" and what do you know, it's four years later and the teen age characters are now adults. now I call that cheating! you skip a lot and it doesn't even seem right considering in part one they were getting ready for a war that was going to break out SOON but it took four years for it to actually happen and then you've got these other characters that are trapped or kidnapped. they've been in captivity for FOUR years! anyway, if you want to know what book I'm talking about it's called the bones of makados by bryan davis and it's the 8th book in the series (but I really think it should have been 8th and 9th book) raising dragons/oracles of fire and I suggest you never read these for your own sanity. they are good at keeping your attention, but the rest of it is just kind of bad in my opinion. I own all 8 and I don't plan on reading them a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5889768124553207934?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5889768124553207934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5889768124553207934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5889768124553207934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5889768124553207934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/itan.html' title='iTan'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3142561847445650690</id><published>2009-04-27T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:03:54.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>warning: darth kitty on the loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jewcy.com/files/images/angry_wet_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://www.jewcy.com/files/images/angry_wet_cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling sick and sore and all around awful. I'm doing better today than yesterday, but I still feel the walk from Saturday every time I take a step and the sunburn hasn't improved at all. it hurts to touch my legs with ANYTHING which also means I haven't been able to shave and the hair is just growing which only adds to my bad mood. I'm tired and cannot get enough sleep due to how loud the house is in the morning. grrr! this is the part where I DO turn into a darth kitty. MEEEERRROOWWWW! 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I get the walk part, but the thon? oh well. Yesterday, I walked 12 miles. There were 5 girls total walking. that was it. no guys showed up or anything. that really surprised me that more of the homeschool group, guys included didn't show up. only five walkers!  that's sad.  My legs and hips are so sore! I'm limping around the house and basically walking like my grandmother. I remembered to put sunscreen all over my body except my legs. oops. so the rest of me is a little tanner than it was before the walk, but my legs? they are beet red and sore to the touch. ow. never forgetting to put sunscreen on them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie had a goal to walk 20 miles. she was on her 12th when I noticed her starting to fade. the girl just got paler and paler as she kept going. her posture was slumping and she looked dead on her feet. we were both walking at the same time, but she was ahead of me because she walked faster and has longer legs. Mrs. Gina started noticing it too and called Stephanie's mother. I'm not really sure what went on with that whole thing. it's 90 something degrees outside in the hot hot sun! we kept trying to get Steph to stop, but she didn't want to. her dad called her and shortly after than Steph realized that she was getting dizzy, but she wanted to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We more or less had to drag her off the track and take her back to Lizzie's place. after she'd been laying down for about ten minutes, her heart rate was still 120! Steph suffered from heat exhaustion more than anything else. I'm not sure how much longer she would have lasted before passing out. Steph reached a total of 14 and a quarter miles before we took her out. GO STEPHANIE!  she walked further than any of us! now that is determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6267391528191548102?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6267391528191548102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6267391528191548102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6267391528191548102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6267391528191548102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-thon.html' title='walk a thon'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8662996862641012103</id><published>2009-04-23T19:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:16:00.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock Up</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom and I went to this Pro-Life dinner thing for the new Pregnancy center in Clovis. I was serving the food. I HATE being a waitress. why? well, my people skills are like...2 and that is just not my thing. I freeze up and get all trembley. this is also one of the reasons why I'm a great actor, but not in front of people I don't know. It's like a paralyzing stage fright! STRESS MAKES ME LOCK UP! That's why I'm so terrible at tests and math. my brain freezes. I'm still suffering today from yesterday's stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my feet for most of the evening and when we got to sit down and eat, I couldn't eat very much because of my nerves. Mom always says that I always look calm, cool and collected and I bet that none of my friends that I was serving with could see all the stress I was feeling. because I do look cool calm and collected when I'm freaking out. I'm not sure why. but it makes life even worse for me sometimes, being able to hide those emotions so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before last I didn't get a lot of sleep. I'm not sure why. Last night I didn't get a lot of sleep. I was serving at the dinner all night long in my dreams and I was half awake for most of the night. Rachel kept coughing, so that kept me up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had two demonic visitors. Let me tell you, it is not pleasant to be sleeping and then have someone invisible pin you to your pillow and cover your mouth so you can't tell it to get the heck out of here! I've dealt with them before so it wasn't really a big problem, I just can't understand why all of a sudden they are interested in ME! Dad said it's because we're getting close to something and it's part of my spiritual training so I know how to deal with demons when I'm testifying to people. I think they don't like that I'm going to be doing that walk-a-thon for make-a-wish on Saturday. that sounds a bit crazy, but satan HATES it when we do stuff that's good and right. so it stands to reason. If you think I'm making this up, I'm not. the spirit world is real and the dark side is NOT fun, no matter what Satan tells you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Satan is trying to scare me into hiding from God, but I know that God has given me the power to get rid of the unwelcome visitors that sometimes show up and I've witnessed some miraculus things. If I've learned anything from my unwelcome visitors it's that if demons are real, than the spirit world is real and if the spirit world is real then angels are real and if angels are real that means God is real and if God is real, then I'm in good hands and God is NEVER going to leave me to face my problems on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8662996862641012103?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8662996862641012103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8662996862641012103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8662996862641012103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8662996862641012103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/lock-up.html' title='Lock Up'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6249824114964213118</id><published>2009-04-21T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:31:58.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geico Problem</title><content type='html'>This is just funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny-pictures-just15minutes-geico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny-pictures-just15minutes-geico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6249824114964213118?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6249824114964213118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6249824114964213118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6249824114964213118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6249824114964213118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/geico-problem.html' title='Geico Problem'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5382332644754496305</id><published>2009-04-20T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:19:41.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn out the light!</title><content type='html'>my bedroom is right across the hall from the bathroom. when the light gets left on, I get this bright light in my face and can't sleep. so I'm ALWAYS turning it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother Nathan has a habit of going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and then not turning off the light when he leaves. he does it all the time and I get really sick and tired of turning the light off. two nights ago, while he was coming out of the bathroom I yelled at him to turn the light off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK." he said and continued to go back into his room and not do anything about the light. So I had to pull myself out of my nice warm bed and turn the light off myself. ugh! the next morning, I told him about it and he said he didn't remember going to the bathroom at all that night. Why must I have a brother that sleep walks? it's bad enough that the sister I share a room with talks in her sleep. I'm a light sleeper and these doing-things-in-your-sleep things make me very grumpy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5382332644754496305?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5382332644754496305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5382332644754496305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5382332644754496305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5382332644754496305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-out-light.html' title='Turn out the light!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-516307505344252841</id><published>2009-04-18T13:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:43:38.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/NGSPOD/129258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/NGSPOD/129258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went to choir. I haven't been going because I've been sick. But obviously if I went yesterday, I wasn't feeling sick. the frustrating thing about choir is the fact that we're learning songs I've never heard before and I can't read music. I know that if the notes on the bar go up, you sing higher. if they go down, you sing lower. that's about it. I thank God I've got a knack for learning songs quickly. I don't know much about music. duh. I just said I couldn't read it. but I'm pretty good at playing stuff by ear. and singing. so I don't even really need the sheet music if I know the melody. that's another thing that I'm grateful for, I'm a soprano, not an alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what kind of got me in trouble yesterday (with myself not anybody else) is that we are learning how to compose music as well as sing it. did I mention I can't read music? how can I write it if I can't even read it! Oh well. I guess I'll just muddle through. I'm good at that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'd even go if it weren't for the fact that I'm not the only one in the class who doesn't know what they are doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-516307505344252841?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/516307505344252841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=516307505344252841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/516307505344252841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/516307505344252841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/choir.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6464633355248056893</id><published>2009-04-16T14:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:42:03.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>books books and more books</title><content type='html'>I've got a lot of books on my plate and I'm very happy. I haven't had this many books on my need-to-read list in a long time. if you're wondering what those books are, just look at my little shelf on the side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the books on my shelf I've already read before, but haven't read in years. like the two by E. Nesbit. I really wanted to re-read those books, but the library around here doesn't carry them. =( what's worse is that i couldn't even remember what they were called. I just remembered that one of the books had a title that had something to do with a castle. but I couldn't for the life of me remember what. it turned out that the book was called the enchanted castle. now how in the world did I manage to forget that!?!?! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I can get an inter library loan or something for some of these books that I know I'm not going to find anywhere around here. or i can just ask mom to get them on ebey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6464633355248056893?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6464633355248056893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6464633355248056893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6464633355248056893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6464633355248056893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/books-books-and-more-books.html' title='books books and more books'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-897861169932013669</id><published>2009-04-11T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:50:35.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.medbroadcast.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/honey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://blog.medbroadcast.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/honey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my Poetry. Mom says this one makes her sad...which is the point I guess. I feel proud of it and it took me most the afternoon to get it right. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sound of Honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Me (Kye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music played soft and low&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through the halls&lt;br /&gt;Weaving a magic spell in the air&lt;br /&gt;“Come dance!” it pleaded with imploring tones&lt;br /&gt;“Move across the dance floor, hold your lover close.”&lt;br /&gt;The music spun, it whirled, it waited&lt;br /&gt;It played the sweetest tune you’ve ever heard&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like honey&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music sang long and engaging&lt;br /&gt;Wandering round the house&lt;br /&gt;Touching the rims of heaven&lt;br /&gt;“Come sing!” it whispered&lt;br /&gt;“Add to the music, lend your voice to the song.”&lt;br /&gt;It smelled like rain&lt;br /&gt;It glowed like laughter&lt;br /&gt;The music begged, it cried and it pleaded&lt;br /&gt;It sang a brand new melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one danced&lt;br /&gt;No one sang&lt;br /&gt;No one heard the honey or felt the touch of the rose&lt;br /&gt;No one smelled the rain&lt;br /&gt;The music played alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there was no one to hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-897861169932013669?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/897861169932013669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=897861169932013669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/897861169932013669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/897861169932013669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/sound-of-honey.html' title='The Sound of Honey'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-1950081043862223547</id><published>2009-04-09T21:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:20:18.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was abducted by aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A few of us young writers with Connie Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sd6sZiid-PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oMqiBjHYd-M/s1600-h/IMG_7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322881364366588146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sd6sZiid-PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oMqiBjHYd-M/s320/IMG_7820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I was abducted by aliens, got towed clear across the universe, had to convince the aliens that flies were an endangered species so they wouldn't blow up earth, got towed back to earth and ended up back at the library just a few seconds before my parents came to pick me and my sister up from this writer's workshop. fun, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind was blowing blowing blowing hard hard hard. Did I mention the wind was blowing hard? Over 40 mph! We're getting ready for a yard sale, so we had to move boxes to the back room. That meant that we had to go outside with these HUGE empty boxes. The wind about blew us and the boxes clear to Kansas! We also got our mouths and eyes full of dirt. I HATE wind! Especially when it blows all the time and turns the sky brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went to a writers workshop with guest speaker, Connie Willis. It was one of the best workshops I've gone to in a long time. Connie told us not to tell our parents what we learned. instead, we were supposed to make up this wild story. hence the I was abducted by aliens. she way joking, of course. a few of the many good tips she gave us were: When you're writing, start story when problem becomes a crisis. Arguments are great for leaking information to readers or other character. Show, don't tell. Use accidents and coincidences to get characters INTO trouble, NOT out of it. that is cheating your reader out of a good story! Also, learn from other's mistakes as well as your own. it keeps you from writing crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-1950081043862223547?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1950081043862223547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=1950081043862223547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1950081043862223547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/1950081043862223547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-was-abducted-by-aliens.html' title='So I was abducted by aliens'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/Sd6sZiid-PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oMqiBjHYd-M/s72-c/IMG_7820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-327154890943291140</id><published>2009-04-07T18:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:45:49.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Cat. I'm a Kitty Cat. And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paul.hatfieldblog.com/images/cats1/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://paul.hatfieldblog.com/images/cats1/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were an animal, I would be a cat. I have the personality of one. I like fish, I don't like being touched unless it's on MY terms, I am more awake at night than during the day, I have great night vision and hearing, I'm quiet unless I don't want to be, I can walk and jump off of things silently, I am good at hiding (especially when I don't want to say hello to company) I have a longish temper and I'll keep it and keep it and keep it until I can't take it anymore and I strike! Rarrr!!! I guess that would be striking without warning, something my cats do quite well. My temper flairs, viciously, but briefly. I don't stay mad for long. I also like to watch bugs...just as long as they aren't in my bedroom. I see bugs in my bedroom, I squish. simple as that. My dad is always telling me to retract my claws. And my sister calls me a "Good Kitty" and pats me on the head. I HATE that. Thank you for listening to my random little "I'm a cat" commentary. I'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/130/848547D5BB10E550F396750FF26F5894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5160238555739849550-327154890943291140?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/327154890943291140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=327154890943291140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/327154890943291140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/327154890943291140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-were-animal-i-would-be-cat.html' title='I&apos;m a Cat. I&apos;m a Kitty Cat. And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance dance...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8084467850170101812</id><published>2009-04-07T17:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:48:13.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update on fires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SdvJid0PvrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xH1m26bXR9Y/s1600-h/IMG_7963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322068978624872114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SdvJid0PvrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xH1m26bXR9Y/s400/IMG_7963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SdvJT7_1O0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/hXHryJFDL4Q/s1600-h/IMG_7963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has not been another fire yet. The one that happened on Sunday actually happened in an old warehouse next to a grain elevator. it was being used for storage, so no one was hurt. here's a picture of the Dollar General that burnt down last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am suffering from spring allergies. ugh! my nose is probubly as red Rudolph's! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8084467850170101812?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8084467850170101812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8084467850170101812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8084467850170101812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8084467850170101812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-fires.html' title='update on fires'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SdvJid0PvrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xH1m26bXR9Y/s72-c/IMG_7963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-6741986578686018414</id><published>2009-04-06T00:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:29:15.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three fires that are no co-inky-dink</title><content type='html'>There was a fire last week in the True Value warehouse. The Dollar General, which was next to it also caught fire and both buildings burnt to the ground. No one is sure how the fire started. Friday night, The Big Valley car dealership caught fire. They stopped the blaze before it burnt down the entire building. Police said that there were no signs of arson and the fires had nothing in common. Then today there was a fire. My mom said it was in one of the grain elevators over the railroad tracks over by Town and Country. I'm not going to know for sure until the paper comes out on Tuesday. (we don't get the paper on Monday) There can't be THREE fires in less than ten days that all happen to be accidents. Someone is starting these things intentionally. Why? I have no idea. I'm also wondering if something else is going to burn down. Wal*mart perhaps? I am really hoping there aren't going to be anymore fires. That's a lot of money and jobs lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-6741986578686018414?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6741986578686018414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=6741986578686018414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6741986578686018414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/6741986578686018414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-fires-that-are-no-co-inky-dink.html' title='Three fires that are no co-inky-dink'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-4957028976221931490</id><published>2009-04-02T10:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:58:49.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>colored pencils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been drawing a lot recently. why? I'm not sure. I haven't had much of anything else to do so I guess that might be the reason. I have noticed that I'm getting better at drawing. just in the last few months. I'm not sure why that is either. I like my set of colored pencils I got for Christmas. they've really done something to my work. that might be it. color instead of black and white. now if only I can get Rachel to stop using them...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320108622490008754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SdTSmuICfLI/AAAAAAAAALs/tLoDrerV7L0/s400/SCAN0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-4957028976221931490?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4957028976221931490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=4957028976221931490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4957028976221931490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/4957028976221931490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/04/colored-pencils.html' title='colored pencils'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SdTSmuICfLI/AAAAAAAAALs/tLoDrerV7L0/s72-c/SCAN0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2476137378762430569</id><published>2009-03-27T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:38:33.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>snow blues</title><content type='html'>It's snowing. it's snowing and it's almost April. I DON'T WANT IT TO SNOW! it's gonna kill the flowers my mom just planted. actually, the snow isn't the real problem. it's the WIND. yeah. i went out to take care of the chickens this morning and it was soooooooooooo cold and soooooooooooooooooooooo windy and the wind was sssssssoooooooooooooooooooooooooo cold it wasn't funny. it froze my fingers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SPRING!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2476137378762430569?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2476137378762430569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2476137378762430569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2476137378762430569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2476137378762430569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-blues.html' title='snow blues'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-9109760304489080197</id><published>2009-03-22T19:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:43:15.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Formal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/ScbKFfj0_gI/AAAAAAAAALM/ols5B9vG0Ws/s1600-h/IMG_7773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316158605877378562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/ScbKFfj0_gI/AAAAAAAAALM/ols5B9vG0Ws/s320/IMG_7773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the power!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!! meh, it's just a driver's permit. nothing worth shouting about. I think the only people who know I HAVE a permit would be the people my mom talks to (she brags on me a lot) and you. I should have got one sooner, but I wasn't really interested in driving. I'm still not sure if I want to, but i do so much stuff that it doesn't make sence for my mom to be driving me around everywhere all the time so it's about time I started driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing that just recently happened that should have happened years and years ago was me finally getting a hair straightener they haven't been a high priority, but I've gotten tired of fighting my hair, so I got one. there another random thing that just points out how behind I am. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spring Formal/Prom thingy was last night. just a big fancy dinner with a ton of teens from my homeschool group. the dress I was in looked nice and by the end of the evening, I was about ready to kill the person who invented heels. they're probubly already dead though. it was a very nice evening. in case you are wondering, no we did not dance or have dates. that might sound a little lame, but none of the boys would have gone with that idea. the girls and boys segregate themselves into groups. like, boys on one wall and girls on the other. we don't do this on purpose, it just happens. so yeah, we were all happy there wasn't dancing. &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/5160238555739849550-9109760304489080197?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/9109760304489080197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=9109760304489080197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/9109760304489080197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/9109760304489080197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-formal.html' title='Spring Formal'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/ScbKFfj0_gI/AAAAAAAAALM/ols5B9vG0Ws/s72-c/IMG_7773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3237541503578983155</id><published>2009-03-17T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:05:50.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCK O DE IRISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;right now I'm doing nothing. soon I'm going to be at the library for writers group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's the day of green! yay! we had lucky charms for breakfast (very Irish dontcha know) and doughnuts with green sprinkles for breakfast. we had a salad for lunch and we're having potatoes and chicken for dinner. one year my mom put food coloring in the mashed potatoes (green of course) and washed it down with green milk...yeah. that was taking it a little too far. I think we're gonna be eating green jello this evening, but i don't think we're going to have green potatoes. once is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Speaking of green, I wish the land around here would get with the program and dress in that blessed color. seriously, I'm getting so sick of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BROWN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3237541503578983155?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3237541503578983155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3237541503578983155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3237541503578983155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3237541503578983155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-o-de-irish.html' title='LUCK O DE IRISH'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-8324711444509435141</id><published>2009-03-14T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:21:32.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SbwRO59jDXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-_RkV7PqJx8/s1600-h/IMG_7624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313140608165154162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SbwRO59jDXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-_RkV7PqJx8/s320/IMG_7624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it snowed yesterday. lots of wet mushy snow. It's all gone 'cept for the small, sorry excuse for a snowman. I was hoping winter was over, but apparently I was wrong. I'm so ready for spring. sniff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya know that Kangaroo doesn't mean "large hopping creature?" it really means "I don't understand." so that means that we have a whole bunch of "I-dont-understands" hoping around Australia. and here I was thinking the whole time that Kangaroo is what Adam named the poor creature. I wonder what it's real name is then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-8324711444509435141?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8324711444509435141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=8324711444509435141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8324711444509435141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/8324711444509435141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-snowman.html' title='sorry snowman'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SbwRO59jDXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-_RkV7PqJx8/s72-c/IMG_7624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2583903361432651744</id><published>2009-03-05T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:33:41.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>energy eating wind!</title><content type='html'>this wind is driving me crazy! it's 80 degrees outside and i can't enjoy it because it's so windy and the wind is blowing dirt in my face and the wind also has a way of taking every little ounce of energy out of you! I'm so tired it's not funny. my nose is also running (which it never does) and I've got a head ache. ick. I KNOW I'm not the only one who's suffering right now because my whole family and a few of my friends are also experiencing some sort of fatigue from the wind.  I'd hope it would stop soon, but after living on the high planes for two years, I know that it is a false hope. I'd also grin and bear it, but then I'd get dirt in my teeth. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2583903361432651744?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2583903361432651744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2583903361432651744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2583903361432651744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2583903361432651744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/03/energy-eating-wind.html' title='energy eating wind!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3339526538388697588</id><published>2009-02-25T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:50:41.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Project and the Black Hole</title><content type='html'>So yeah. it took me forever, and I mean FOREVER to find this music for the wind video. I finally got it and a link to some other cool songs (thanks Aub) and have the project nearly completed. yay! they only thing I'm having trouble with is disagreements about the music with my client. I KNOW that in the business world, the customer is always right and I guess I'm just going to have to learn how to accept that. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 81 degrees here today and about the same temp yesterday. I am thoroughly enjoying it! the only problem is that we had the windows open and now my Driver's ED text book is full of dust and little bits of grass. ick. grimy paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, all our pens keep disappearing. I have to hunt the house for one before I sit down to do my school work. I'm guessing they disappear into the black hole with the rest of the stuff we can't find. speaking of stuff i can't find, I found three T-shirts I'd lost nearly two months about between my headboard and the wall. now how the heck did they get there?!?!? I'm just going to blame the black hole again cuz that's the easiest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'm going BACK to Bovina to re-shoot a few scenes for the wind video. this one guy kept mumbling and this lady's dog wouldn't shut up! the mayor was also sick the last time I went so I'm going to film him as well. I really want to see this project to completion, but I'll be really glad when it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3339526538388697588?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3339526538388697588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3339526538388697588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3339526538388697588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3339526538388697588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/02/wind-project-and-black-hole.html' title='Wind Project and the Black Hole'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-5990177795052453571</id><published>2009-02-23T15:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:05:39.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind vid and Used Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SaMPkREuvKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Jlrlnx-kNCI/s1600-h/IMG_7408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306101901705526434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SaMPkREuvKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Jlrlnx-kNCI/s320/IMG_7408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m currently working on a commercial/promotional video for this one town that wants to get wind turbines. The town is called Bovina and it’s in Texas. Not everyone is happy with the idea, so one of town council members approached me with the idea of the commercial about why wind energy would be good for their community. I did some interviews with a few of the town’s people who are for the whole wind energy thing on the 19th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the first stops was this store called Used Values. It’s basically an antique shop, except all the antiques are from one person. Well, one Lady and her husband. I guess that would be two people...but i think most of the stuff was hers. I kid you not, the shop was as large as a poll barn and crammed with every kind of object you could think of. It’s like the lady, Marie (she’s 80 something) never got rid of anything! Seriously, she should be in the world record book for being the world’s largest pack-rat. I’m not trying to be mean; I’m trying to give you a mental picture of what the place looked like. I’ve never seen so much junk in my life. I had to take off my coat just to walk down the unorganized isles of…well, junk! There were piles of old records stacked from floor to ceiling and as I said, it’s a poll barn, so the ceiling is really high. This picture doesn’t even do it justice! Get this, she’s got two more whole barns with stuff like that in it! Two barns! Unbelievable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now in the editorial process with this vid and I am scared to death I'm going to mess up! this is the first project where I've had do do something like this on my own. usually, I have either Mr. John or Mrs. Betty giving me pointers. right now, however, they are in Dallas! so this project is all mine. Mrs. Gina said she'll be happy with anything I put out and she knows I'll do my best. I just hope my best is good enough....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-5990177795052453571?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5990177795052453571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=5990177795052453571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5990177795052453571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/5990177795052453571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/02/wind-vid-and-used-values.html' title='The Wind vid and Used Values'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fkgx9Ec9lRY/SaMPkREuvKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Jlrlnx-kNCI/s72-c/IMG_7408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-3173737878339096326</id><published>2009-02-17T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:33:42.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulcarnon (noun) a person in a dilemma</title><content type='html'>today is rachel's birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BIRHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RACHEL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Other than that, I don't have anything else to post. I was reading through a magazine and there was an articale on funny OED dictionary words (by Ammon Shea). here are a few of them for your enjoyment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onomatomania (noun) Vexation at having difficulty in finding the right word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debag (verb) to strip the pants from a person, either as a punishment or as a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gound (noun) the gunk that collects in the corners of the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happify (verb) to make happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natiform (adj) Buttock shaped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preantepenult (adj) not the last, not the one before the last, and not the one before the one before the last. the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sialoquent (noun) one who spits much in his speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unasinous (adj) being equal to another in stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zugzwang (noun) a disagreeable position in which a chess player is obliged to move but cannot do so without disadvantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a bunch more, but I'm not the writer of the article so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you went to look these up in the OED, they'd be there.  these are REAL words people. yer average spellcheck doesn't know that though. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-3173737878339096326?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/3173737878339096326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=3173737878339096326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3173737878339096326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/3173737878339096326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/02/dulcarnon-noun-person-in-dilemma.html' title='Dulcarnon (noun) a person in a dilemma'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160238555739849550.post-2475935661677411781</id><published>2009-02-15T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:41:07.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kill the computer!!!!!</title><content type='html'>the Internet today, my friends, is being insanely slow and stupid! I tried to log into my website and it gave me that "Internet explorer cannot be found" page. *grumbles* The web can be just as annoying and frustrating as it is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160238555739849550-2475935661677411781?l=welcomingtherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/feeds/2475935661677411781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160238555739849550&amp;postID=2475935661677411781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2475935661677411781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160238555739849550/posts/default/2475935661677411781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcomingtherain.blogspot.com/2009/02/kill-computer.html' title='kill the computer!!!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12356377595698688646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xSF5I_BRiE/T0GvDrhqbeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cwMgLbSQmIs/s220/IMG_6180.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
