<?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-2572930328813613246</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:50:19.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From the Armpit...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-7135343726031862830</id><published>2009-11-07T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:27:38.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it.</title><content type='html'>I MADE J.V!! =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthdate is on tuesday. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-7135343726031862830?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/7135343726031862830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/11/made-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/7135343726031862830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/7135343726031862830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/11/made-it.html' title='Made it.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-583148895178961900</id><published>2009-11-01T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:04:05.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssstreeesssull, Stress.</title><content type='html'>Uh, so, I have soccer tryouts this week. =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous, grades have always kept me from making teams and now that isn't a problem, so I hope everything goes okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in R.O.T.C we have this big senior master sgt. coming. =/ &lt;br /&gt;Our corp has to be PERFECT or we won't get funds... &lt;br /&gt;did I mention this is MONDAY!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! This week we have our 12 week progress reports. =/ uh, fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-583148895178961900?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/583148895178961900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/11/ssstreeesssull-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/583148895178961900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/583148895178961900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/11/ssstreeesssull-stress.html' title='Ssstreeesssull, Stress.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-1871743349587634189</id><published>2009-10-17T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:25:12.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you.. Em.</title><content type='html'>So, I have been thinking a lot about Emalee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emalee is my cousin, you already know this, cause my whole three followers are related to me... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember Em used to work at a pizza place.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her very well, But I know her laugh. Its pretty unforgettable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also very pretty, she has such a pretty smile. &lt;br /&gt;=] I just love that about a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's had a hard year this year...&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about Kenner a lot these last few weeks... &lt;br /&gt;He would be a almost a year old now, I wonder what he is doing for God.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who he is watching out for, cause thats what angels do. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about all I have to say, I love you, and miss you, and have a prayer in my heart for you...always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-1871743349587634189?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/1871743349587634189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-of-you-em.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/1871743349587634189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/1871743349587634189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-of-you-em.html' title='Thinking of you.. Em.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-5557716290045525413</id><published>2009-10-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:12:36.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, bloggg.</title><content type='html'>So, this week has been somewhat uneventful. Jenna's Birthday was on tuesday, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started doing a sort of web show. Just for our friends and family... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty funny. And we have fun doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stinking hot! Its like ten thousand degrees outside...&lt;br /&gt;Hah. How wonderful... NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-5557716290045525413?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5557716290045525413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah-blah-bloggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/5557716290045525413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/5557716290045525413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah-blah-bloggg.html' title='Blah, blah, bloggg.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-5068907183078773750</id><published>2009-09-27T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:48:14.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember what you wore on your First day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;phone rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"-Erin&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there Beautiful"-Jon&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, whats up?"-Erin&lt;br /&gt;"Look up the song Two is better then one and If its all cute then that is the song that reminds me of you."-Jon&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, okay?"- Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked up the song, and yes it is cute and its one of my favorites. =]&lt;br /&gt;He is adorable, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MD1Xm7hu4Iw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/MD1Xm7hu4Iw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So my best friend Nina, got me really into MJ she listens to him and knows all his songs and everything, its so funny, well I saw this movie trailer and almost wet myself, HOLY COW, It is gonna be AHHMAAAZIING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyrkcz7msfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/cyrkcz7msfY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]=] I love those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, I've been thinking a lot lately, I wanna go home. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-5068907183078773750?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/5068907183078773750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-your-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/5068907183078773750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/5068907183078773750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-your-first.html' title='I remember what you wore on your First day...'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-3241363438879812265</id><published>2009-09-18T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:38:40.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Auntie. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1lTWXa0oyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/g1lTWXa0oyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of her. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my uncle Fred too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-3241363438879812265?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3241363438879812265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-auntie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/3241363438879812265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/3241363438879812265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-auntie.html' title='My Auntie. =]'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-275684876102484910</id><published>2009-09-18T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:09:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll just wait here in the silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_l_A6-7td0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/W_l_A6-7td0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTC is great. =] Getting promoted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for auntie and uncle fred to come down.  =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating nothing but chips and salsa. Everything else is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on getting my room put together.&lt;br /&gt;its shaped like utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a hard time with Danna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my jon and nina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullhead has a coldstone.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LLOOOVE&lt;/span&gt; my new phone! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still No friends... My little sister Jenna is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got voted my her class into student council. =]&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little Harvey. =]&lt;br /&gt;   thank you sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking is fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song because it's wonderful. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-275684876102484910?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/275684876102484910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-just-wait-here-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/275684876102484910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/275684876102484910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-just-wait-here-in-silence.html' title='I&apos;ll just wait here in the silence.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-2350714330921974190</id><published>2009-08-05T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:19:50.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat may test you; it need not stop you. If at first you don't succeed, try another way. For every obstacle there is a solution.</title><content type='html'>Susan Boyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever saw this video was in seminary, and it made me cry. She walks into the room and people immediately cut her down but she keeps her head held high, and comes out on top. I look up to her. She has sooo much talent and she's just a sweetie. =]=]=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, so after this big internet fame blow up in april, people have been bugging her about getting a make over so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SnnajmotSUI/AAAAAAAAACg/6-tLu-6H7yg/s1600-h/susan-boyle-b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SnnajmotSUI/AAAAAAAAACg/6-tLu-6H7yg/s320/susan-boyle-b_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366560736190220610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And after&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/Snna5l1t8WI/AAAAAAAAACo/iD3Cga89WEk/s1600-h/mr_8dfb9ab96957d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/Snna5l1t8WI/AAAAAAAAACo/iD3Cga89WEk/s320/mr_8dfb9ab96957d8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366561113933476194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-2350714330921974190?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2350714330921974190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/defeat-may-test-you-it-need-not-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/2350714330921974190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/2350714330921974190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/defeat-may-test-you-it-need-not-stop.html' title='Defeat may test you; it need not stop you. If at first you don&apos;t succeed, try another way. For every obstacle there is a solution.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SnnajmotSUI/AAAAAAAAACg/6-tLu-6H7yg/s72-c/susan-boyle-b_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-3900199376896616141</id><published>2009-08-04T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:10:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Ands Ifs or Buts.</title><content type='html'>So this week has been, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to stay at my aunties a week longer because I don't have fuctional parents. Oh how fun! No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having parents. It sucks really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can yell any louder&lt;br /&gt;How many time have I kicked you outta here?&lt;br /&gt;Or said something insulting?&lt;br /&gt;da da da da-da&lt;br /&gt;I can be so mean when I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I am capable of really anything&lt;br /&gt;I can cut you into pieces&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is....broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I become so obnoxious?&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you that makes me act like this?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this nasty&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?&lt;br /&gt;The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest&lt;br /&gt;But baby I don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;br /&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;[Please Don't Leave Me Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't be without, you're my perfect little punching bag&lt;br /&gt;And I need you, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da, da da da da&lt;br /&gt;da da da da-da da&lt;br /&gt;Please, please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;No, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me no no no&lt;br /&gt;You say I don't need you but it's always gonna come right back,&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna come right back to this.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;No, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me, oh no no no.&lt;br /&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is probaly about some chicks boyfriend, but it reminds me of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm not gonna victimize my self anymore, cause life sucks right now, but look at all the good things I have.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to suck it up and get stronger from this then sit and whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm full of good plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... =]&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut! And Went to the Mesa, Arizona Temple this week! IT was AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SniMlSZmmLI/AAAAAAAAACI/tTTSXOR9HUw/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SniMlSZmmLI/AAAAAAAAACI/tTTSXOR9HUw/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366193528234219698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! I went and saw Harry Potter and the HBP.... twice. =]=]=] AH! Its AMAZING!!! &lt;br /&gt;I loooooved it. It is the best one yet! WOW. And Tom Riddle. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SniVPWKKYdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6Uvfk5Ow3UY/s1600-h/tom_riddle_adolescente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SniVPWKKYdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6Uvfk5Ow3UY/s320/tom_riddle_adolescente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366203046890725842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEEDDD I SAAAY MMOOOORE!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really, Really,&lt;br /&gt;REALLY &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY!&lt;/span&gt; liked it. =]=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter= True love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-3900199376896616141?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/3900199376896616141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-ands-ifs-or-buts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/3900199376896616141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/3900199376896616141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-ands-ifs-or-buts.html' title='No Ands Ifs or Buts.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SniMlSZmmLI/AAAAAAAAACI/tTTSXOR9HUw/s72-c/DSC00722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-2030386724627507284</id><published>2009-07-30T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:45:08.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story meets Viva la Vida</title><content type='html'>Dearest Bloggers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out, AMAZING! If you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&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/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Anyways, My Friend Jon showed me this a couple of weeks ago, its such an awesome combo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;There's something about music that just makes me, stand or sit in awe. Can you just  imagine... Music is NEVER ending, it goes on forever, and even, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;could NEVER know EVERY single song, or artist out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;wowzers. There's my bit for the day. =] enjoy that video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-2030386724627507284?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/2030386724627507284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-story-meets-viva-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/2030386724627507284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/2030386724627507284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-story-meets-viva-la-vida.html' title='Love Story meets Viva la Vida'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-6461206335612847994</id><published>2009-07-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:05:16.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We taught the dog to swim yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SnELLVvR1GI/AAAAAAAAABg/CMhuO3py7uc/s1600-h/5855_1166435170073_1503732882_437596_7735970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SnELLVvR1GI/AAAAAAAAABg/CMhuO3py7uc/s320/5855_1166435170073_1503732882_437596_7735970_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364080920616883298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor thing has to short of legs to swim, so we helped her out. =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like staying at my Aunties House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorta glad I live semi close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes living in the armpit bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The armpit is Bullhead City, Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've basically lived in Utah my whole life, and even  though I wasn't born there, I still have a Utahn accent and I do things the way only people in utah do. I love it there, with my whole heart. And moving down here was the HARDEST thing I've ever done.  On my last night there, Jon and I hung out at his house all day, and then he drove me home. Then we sat outside my grand parents house an I cried and cried and cried, I &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt; crying in front of people, especially people I want to think I'm strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after Emily, Maydees, Lexi, and Haylee came over to give me presents. Oh man,  that was hard. Very hard. I couldn't even talk, I was crying so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrible times. =[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So thus the saddest day of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-6461206335612847994?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6461206335612847994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-taught-dog-to-swim-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/6461206335612847994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/6461206335612847994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-taught-dog-to-swim-yesterday.html' title='We taught the dog to swim yesterday.'/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/SnELLVvR1GI/AAAAAAAAABg/CMhuO3py7uc/s72-c/5855_1166435170073_1503732882_437596_7735970_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572930328813613246.post-6470415429730684907</id><published>2009-07-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:34:39.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My First Post...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post this AMAZING song for you to listen to, it explains my feelings perfectly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLz6vI4qzeU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&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/FLz6vI4qzeU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572930328813613246-6470415429730684907?l=talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/feeds/6470415429730684907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/6470415429730684907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572930328813613246/posts/default/6470415429730684907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthearmpit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin =]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011060937237708246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qhTafXG2Pg/StpAP2XjFSI/AAAAAAAAACw/lGvZMj43ohk/S220/5736_1187614444940_1065689630_30579622_1666535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
