<?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-426110921035641421</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:20:56.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My racoon smells like cheese?</title><subtitle type='html'>Why does my raccoon smell like cheese??????? I'm so confused!!!!!!!!!!! OH WOW!!!!! lol</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7679337846576832052</id><published>2009-08-19T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:05:18.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do I know...</title><content type='html'>people read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only write it for you. The only way I know how to tell is if I check that little "How many people think I rock" thing. PLEASE leave a comment to say what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7679337846576832052?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7679337846576832052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7679337846576832052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7679337846576832052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7679337846576832052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-i-know.html' title='how do I know...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6923113774071954334</id><published>2009-08-16T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:10:03.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY WISHES:</title><content type='html'>I would like to dedicate this post to Jordyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordyn, you are one of my best friends.I admire your courage, your stubbornness and your sensibility - even if sometimes it annoys me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful, amazing person, and I'm sure you'll be able to accomplish whatever you put your mind to, weather it's becoming a manga artist or learning japanese or anything else that might fascinate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful, and have an amazing voice. I love your eyes! I've always loved blue eyes - you might think they're grey-ish, but I'll say they're blue 'till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a hilarious person, I always have so much fun when I'm around you, weather we're washing dishes, using the computer, writing our story, feeding the chickens or just hanging out. You make me laugh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fantastic artist. Your manga drawings look as real as the ones in the actual book. I'm sure it has something to do with that giant sketch pad... =) haha. Your regular ones aren't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you will get over your driving-phobia ;) seeing as you can legally drive alone whenever you go get your license it should be a peice of cake! Or pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny when people steal your hat, and I really do feel terrible for you, but I'll never go get it... I may kick the person extra-hard later, but I'm not going to chase down your hat...haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! You are smart and wonderful and beautiful and amazing and all the things that make you great are yours and yours alone. There is no one like you, and I love that. I'll see you tomorrow for your birthday - Happy sixteenth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6923113774071954334?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6923113774071954334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6923113774071954334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6923113774071954334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6923113774071954334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-wishes.html' title='BIRTHDAY WISHES:'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-3064784001859112704</id><published>2009-08-13T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:53:22.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany...</title><content type='html'>Just read this off of my Grandpa's facebook;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you criticize someone you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when the time comes to criticize them, you are a mile away and you have their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's funny, but the first part, about seeing it from their perspective, makes sense. Maybe they don't KNOW how to be any different than the way they are, and yet you criticize them for it anyway? Do you see the problem here? I do. I'd like to formally apologize to anyone I have criticized who reads my blog - I'm sorry. I apologize for hurting your feelings. You are probably a wonderful person, and if I hurt you, I wish you can forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-3064784001859112704?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3064784001859112704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=3064784001859112704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3064784001859112704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3064784001859112704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-5133838629435206469</id><published>2009-08-13T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:37:56.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm reeeally forgetful...</title><content type='html'>To anyone who regularly checks my blog:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being interested, sorry I'm so forgetful. I guess my life isn't really that interesting so, I'll just post some random cool things that are going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 hour famine, this Saturday. Me and some friends are going to get together with our youth group to raise awareness for starving children, through world vision. World vision does a lot of things to help out starving people and 3rd world countries. This year their main focus is Malawi, Africa. So far we have raised around $1000 by group fundraisers. On Saturday, we will be helping in our community by painting and working at a day shelter, doing yard work at homes of some elderly and painting another location I haven't figured out the name of. We will be collecting donations, playing games to get food to donate, and fasting for 30 hours (hence the name "30 hour famine").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two new friends! So I go to this thing every tuesday at the library, and two or three tuesdays ago it was a game day, so we were playing rockband (yes, rockband, in a library =D cool right) when this guy comes in to get on the computer. He randomly starts talking to us (Meagan, Amanda, Jordyn, Simon, Dakota and I)  we randomly decide (Meagan and I) that he is our new bestfriend! We didn't figure out any actual information on him but we hugged him and stuff. Next week or so, my friend randomly goes "You know, I never got Addam's phone number..." and I go "Who's Addam?" And she gives me this weird look and goes "Bestfriend!?" So yeah, then my other friend is Kal who I met almost the same way except she was not given the title of bestfriend, and was introduced by Jordyn... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody Lane! I start the first week after labor day weekend. Well I would... except we'll be in Texas... as far as I know anyway. But yeah, I'm in the teen group! The funny thing is, so I auditioned and Tony said that if I got in, they'd call the next day to confirm everything with my mother, okay? The next day, having forgotten... we do stuff and talk and randomly watch a melody lane dance performance, and I get sad because no one called. A couple months later, (Yes, MONTHS) We're watching that same video and I says something like "Too bad Melody Lane never called" And explain it to Meagan and my Mom, who just then decide to let me know "Hey! Emilee! Melody Lane called the next day! You're in!" Yeah. Thanks for the information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-schooling convention. That would be in Texas... I don't know anyone there, I've never been, it's in TEXAS and the hotel is amazing. I was told that the teens there were wild and crazy just like me, but I'm finding it hard to believe. I guess we'll just have to wait and see... We leave on the 29th or 30th and guess what, a loud crazy, sometimes-violent family of 8 will be driving in a cooped up suburban, and I might get to drive some of the way! That last part = awesome! the first part = *crying in my emo corner of doom* I'm thinking about going onto the un-schooling convention thing's myspace to see some of the teens' myspaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming and Skateboarding. So Drums, I was told I was allowed to take lessons! Haven't gone any further into that though, seeing as I don't have a drum set... but we'll look past that for a little longer. I can go back and forth on a skateboard, but am thinking I'll ask John or Kyle to teach me some moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing! I've been getting really good, when I go to the dances, I always get to dance with the reeeaally good guys, and they know me by name and always compliment my dancing ^_^ Plus I've been learning the guy part to, so I can dance with the girls if there is a shortage of guys at the dances. They seem to appreciate it because, at least they get to dance =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 16! I know it's not for like... 3 months but hey! Why not start getting excited now!?!?! This year, I was planning on asking for money, only because it's 16, which means I can drive, so even if I don't get my own car (which would be sad ='( ) I'd still have to contribute to gas. But anything car-related would be great too ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod... yeah that's officially broken. The top came off and the thing you plug the headphones into is all wonky. Only one works most of the time, if it decides to be really nice, I might get them both to work for a song or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATS, I love Macavity the mystery cat... lol and I know all the words to Memory, it's my favorite, thinking of filming that for my youtube thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball! So yeah, usually I suck at sports because I'm kinda like, really self conscious and dislike sports, but I tried volleyball at our youth group because Meagan and Chris kept nagging me... I was good! I love volleyball! I won't like, go pro or anything, but I can serve, and I can spike and I can hit the ball over the net it a completely amazing way that forces everyone to dart for the ball the no one touches it because they think everyone else has it... therefore winning the game =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it... if I think of anything else, I'll post again =)&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-5133838629435206469?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5133838629435206469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=5133838629435206469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5133838629435206469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5133838629435206469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-reeeally-forgetful.html' title='I&apos;m reeeally forgetful...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7789523811229192472</id><published>2009-03-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:54:51.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March something-or-other 6:51 pm</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we haven't got any good medicinal stuff for any of my symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I get better soon and don't have what my mom had - she was REALLY sick - it was sad =(&lt;br /&gt;Well... just thought I'd update you.&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;OH! And also my BFF/Pretty-much-my-sister was hoping to move out here, but it turns out that they didn't. Which was really sad =( but at least we'll get to hang out this summer - I'm hoping to introduce her to my BFF from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU AMANDA!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU JORDYN!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU CHRISTY!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU TIM!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ROBERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7789523811229192472?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7789523811229192472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7789523811229192472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7789523811229192472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7789523811229192472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-something-or-other-651-pm.html' title='March something-or-other 6:51 pm'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6839533038146521614</id><published>2009-03-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:55:16.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I actually FORGOT I had a blog... I was on the phone with my Grandma today and she said she would check my blog occasionally for updates and stuff, then it occurred to me. I HAVE A BLOG!?!?!?! Huh - who knew. lol. So heres an update;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from Drivers Ed Thursday - well I still have to drive 2 more times, but the classes are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is sometimes fun - but going there at 8:30 in the morning, that I'll never be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Lock - In at Amanda's church Friday - Saturday which was AWESOME!!! =D We played Sniper, Duck Duck Goose (Yes, I'm serious, a bunch of teenagers sitting in a circle tapping peoples heads and being chased - I know you'd want to see THAT! lol), Telephone(haha, that was fun), some kind of comedy central game, twister and (My personal favorite) We played Rock Band almost all night!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During sniper, when it was my turn to actually be the sniper, Chris accidentally slammed a door on my arm - it's bruised now. When Nathaniel was the sniper, I was the last one to be caught, I was only caught because I looked behind me to see where he was, and ran into a water fountain... (Now I can barely walk because me legs are all sore). That wasn't so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten... well I don't know the exact amount but, very little sleep lately - it may be affecting my driving and my writing and... well pretty much everything so if I'm snappy, sorry. =( I don't mean it (Most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It's almost time for me to get off, so I'll write later!&lt;br /&gt;I promise!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6839533038146521614?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6839533038146521614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6839533038146521614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6839533038146521614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6839533038146521614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7627063839054091649</id><published>2009-02-10T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:36:50.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yipeeeeeee! lol&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DRIVING&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt; It was sooooo fun, okay so my mom like... NEVER lets me drive, but today, I was like driving along in the parking lot, and she's all "Hey! Do you wanna drive to albertsons?" I obviously agreed, and thats how the whole thing started! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo surprised! =) And I almost drove into parked cars because it was snowing and the ground was all wet.  At least I didn't slam into the car ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love driving... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, also okay so today was the thing at the Selah library where we do... well... random crap! We looked at books, and planned stuff for a music video and stuff... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I LOVE DRIVING... thats about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7627063839054091649?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7627063839054091649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7627063839054091649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7627063839054091649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7627063839054091649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving.html' title='Driving!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-5511531624136982004</id><published>2009-02-04T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:55:30.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku's!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Writing a haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a haiku.&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen syllables is&lt;br /&gt;Harder than you think...&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop pop&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn popping is really&lt;br /&gt;poppy! pop pop pop&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright yellow and red&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting fake meat, real cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not "lovin' it"&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk is&lt;br /&gt;really, really, really good!&lt;br /&gt;I like drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen is&lt;br /&gt;So sexy and awesism&lt;br /&gt;I like him so much!&lt;br /&gt;~Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE FEVER:&lt;br /&gt;Ransacks the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;demands she needs chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Pacified by Dove!&lt;br /&gt;~Some awesome "Haiku a day" blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-5511531624136982004?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5511531624136982004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=5511531624136982004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5511531624136982004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5511531624136982004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/haikus.html' title='Haiku&apos;s!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2139907933198619953</id><published>2009-02-02T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:02:23.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing... lol 4CoMmEnTs</title><content type='html'>Will people pleeeeeeaaaaaase comment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, Drivers ed is going well, I had a drive last wed. and I think I did good! =) I thopught the 3rd class was on fri. but apparently it's on thurs. so I missed the 3rd cclass. This one today was fun though, we were learning about signs and lights and painted road things, like dashed yellow/white lines as apposed to solid ones. Garret and Taylor got all hyped up on some energy drinks and went around trying to get everyone to sit on one side of the room, it was funny. They kept doing weird stuff, like arguing that everyone should make a sign with their names on it and hang it up in the classroom, but Trooper Bob (The teacher) said that the people who run the school thing would object because theres no educational value... =( lol. Then at the end of class Garret wouldn't let us leave without hugging him. And they kept whispering peoples name until they caught their attention, then just waving or something... it was funny. Tomorrow, Tues. I have a meeting at the Library, with Jordyn, Zacc, Katy...and whoever else decides to come. We're supposed to be doing something with Haiku's. I suck at Haiku's... lol. But I'll try anywhoo. lol, well g2g computer battery power is running low. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2139907933198619953?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2139907933198619953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=2139907933198619953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2139907933198619953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2139907933198619953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/wishing-lol-4comments.html' title='wishing... lol 4CoMmEnTs'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7413068126850772564</id><published>2009-01-16T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:00:13.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... It's been ages!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my last post was November 5th!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well... let us see, what have I done lately...&lt;br /&gt;I went to an AMAZING Christmas dance, had a fun December Friday Forum, enjoyed Christmas, went to see bedtime stories, with Adam Sandler, moved=(, signed up for melody lane, backed our suburban through a curvy weird part of our driveway, signed up for drivers ed, spent $75, got my cartilage pierced, ripped a hole in my favorite jeans, got a webcam, started my stupid math again, realized that sharing a room with your sister SUCKS, especially when she has people sleeping over..., figured out that I love mocha swirl ice cream, and tons of other stuff, but since it did actually happen today, here is stuff from Friday forum;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left late and got there about 45 minutes after it started. I went to my class/room/thingy where sadly I hadn't missed the weird self defense dude. then people talked and we went to a nursing home, they lady I talked to wouldn't even really talk to me... she was just like "nu-uh" to every question, until some lady(pat? I think?) came, then when she asked the questions, she got answers. =) weird. When we came back we talked and hung out and said stuff about the people we talked to. Then people ate food. lol. Then we played a game, ands sadly I had to leave ahead of everyone else. waa. =) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now, my mom needs her computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the flip side!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7413068126850772564?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7413068126850772564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7413068126850772564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7413068126850772564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7413068126850772564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-its-been-ages.html' title='Wow... It&apos;s been ages!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-447720462134175994</id><published>2008-11-05T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:31:36.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid moving truck...YAY!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so even though we were supposed to have moved by now, we haven't!!! The moving truck hasn't come yet, so we're staying at least a little longer!!! YIPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-447720462134175994?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/447720462134175994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=447720462134175994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/447720462134175994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/447720462134175994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-moving-truckyay.html' title='Stupid moving truck...YAY!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4909555605605438093</id><published>2008-10-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:06:36.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckish-ness</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday, is on Monday, November 3rd. &lt;br /&gt;We move, on Saturday, November 1st.&lt;br /&gt;This...totally...completely...SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4909555605605438093?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4909555605605438093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4909555605605438093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4909555605605438093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4909555605605438093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/suckish-ness.html' title='Suckish-ness'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7277285962127282070</id><published>2008-10-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:25:32.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so...not much going on lately...</title><content type='html'>We move November 1st. The house is...PINK. seriously. OMG. PINK?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;eeew.&lt;br /&gt;Any-hoo, so my new favorite thing on you tube is this group of guys called "Evil Iguana Productions" They are sooooooo funny! There's the Allen and Craig show - 12 episodes - spoofs on the Dark Knight trailer, the Twilight trailer and some other trailers, they have randomly weird and sometimes disgusting videos that supposedly prove science right, wrong or plausible and something called FUZZ featuring Mario and Luigi.&lt;br /&gt;So awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/EvilIguanaProduction"&gt;WATCH THEIR VIDEOS!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7277285962127282070?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7277285962127282070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7277285962127282070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7277285962127282070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7277285962127282070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-sonot-much-going-on-lately.html' title='Yeah so...not much going on lately...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7334989081187845585</id><published>2008-10-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:46:08.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drastic Hair Cut...</title><content type='html'>So...y'all who know me, know that my hair was pretty long. If not, look at my profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was looking at pictures online, and I saw some really cute haircuts, and I talked to my mom and...well now most of my hair...isn't long anymore! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeWGKSEvUI/AAAAAAAAABc/xtqn5lhFCaM/s1600-h/B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeWGKSEvUI/AAAAAAAAABc/xtqn5lhFCaM/s320/B4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257836122561887554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-ish;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeWmu6_UPI/AAAAAAAAABk/5Ix0psBj1mU/s1600-h/with+ponytail+of+hair+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeWmu6_UPI/AAAAAAAAABk/5Ix0psBj1mU/s320/with+ponytail+of+hair+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257836682152988914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeYgvbiarI/AAAAAAAAABs/0CURL240KoM/s1600-h/after+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeYgvbiarI/AAAAAAAAABs/0CURL240KoM/s320/after+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257838778233547442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7334989081187845585?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7334989081187845585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7334989081187845585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7334989081187845585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7334989081187845585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/drastic-hair-cut.html' title='Drastic Hair Cut...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SPeWGKSEvUI/AAAAAAAAABc/xtqn5lhFCaM/s72-c/B4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7478077048402528</id><published>2008-10-13T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:04:47.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying with Jordyn!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so, my family is "House Hunting" so I'm staying with JORDYN!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;We found a website that sells awesome jewelry. We watched baby mama, speed racer and some you tube awesomness.&lt;br /&gt;We like eating with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;Ramen is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;With chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;We also got pie.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda okay...but also kinda weird...but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It was a s'mores cake.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;We're listening to "Thriller" by Michael Jackson on Jango right now.&lt;br /&gt;It just reminds me of that ML show..."Cause its a thriller!"&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;talk to y'all later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7478077048402528?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7478077048402528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7478077048402528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7478077048402528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7478077048402528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/staying-with-jordyn.html' title='Staying with Jordyn!!!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-5442220279897617999</id><published>2008-10-05T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:01:27.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyzen Master of Suggestion</title><content type='html'>So at the fair theres this amazing hypnotist! He is just great&lt;br /&gt;this one is at our fair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOehjKZDBQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOehjKZDBQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ones...aren't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFfG_C8z-KU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yFfG_C8z-KU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKD027AWhz8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VKD027AWhz8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FizImdyMNKI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FizImdyMNKI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tyzen.com"&gt;this is his website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tyzen"&gt;this is his myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I was picked to go onstage with him before his act to do some card tricks, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll really should've been there...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-5442220279897617999?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5442220279897617999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=5442220279897617999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5442220279897617999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5442220279897617999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/tyzen-master-of-suggestion.html' title='Tyzen Master of Suggestion'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6010317400197324087</id><published>2008-09-29T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:03:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy job-but I love it</title><content type='html'>So working at the fair, from 10 am to 11 pm kinda sucks, but it's also totally awesome! I get to see just about everyone who could possibly be there, because I'm there from open to close, I get free food, I get to see whatever shows I want cause I'll be there for them all, I get to talk to some awesome new people, and I get PAID FOR IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crappy because of the hours, I mean really, open to close plus the work to open it up beforehand and the work afterwards to close it up, usually I take care of the baby during that, but still...it's a lot of work when all she wants is her mom, she's totally tired and you have a headache AND it has to be done BEFORE EVERYONE COMES BURSTING INTO THE SUNDOME!!! GREAT HUH?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...whatever, it's awesome anyway.&lt;br /&gt;C U L8ER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6010317400197324087?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6010317400197324087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6010317400197324087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6010317400197324087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6010317400197324087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/crappy-job-but-i-love-it.html' title='crappy job-but I love it'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6928722571220348941</id><published>2008-09-22T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:38:11.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick.</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is sore, my head aches, my stomache hurts, I'm starving but nothing sounds good...well except V8 and brownies and yogurt...urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My arms are sore.&lt;br /&gt;I get dizzy when I stand up.&lt;br /&gt;But it goes away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6928722571220348941?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6928722571220348941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6928722571220348941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6928722571220348941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6928722571220348941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4923411384473795689</id><published>2008-09-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:56:51.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah so...hi...</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm EXTREMELY bored.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I had Jordyn sleepover last night.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the release party for Brisinger.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I made a collage.&lt;br /&gt;And drew a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I also did Meagan's friend KayDee's hair and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a chocolate coin.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4923411384473795689?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4923411384473795689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4923411384473795689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4923411384473795689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4923411384473795689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-sohi.html' title='yeah so...hi...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6112609126448480044</id><published>2008-09-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:11:18.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I love this series!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that the whole series isn't called Twilight, but I don't know what else to call it. Plus who wants to go around saying "I love Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn!!!" I mean really. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people who like the books, but I've never really been very interested. But then my sister showed me a movie trailer and said some parts of the books, then her friend got in on it, then MY friend got in on it...yeah so I read the first one in under 8 hours...then I got impatient for the second one...so I read it again. Now I'm writing this as fast as I can to tell you to READ THESE BOOKS, great, thats done...know I can get back to the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;READ THEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6112609126448480044?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6112609126448480044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6112609126448480044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6112609126448480044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6112609126448480044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-8736850031129098494</id><published>2008-09-09T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:13:46.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh so whats goin' on?</title><content type='html'>Yeah so lately I've been grounded and technically...I still am. But at the moment I'm at a friends house at 4:12 in the morning. wow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dad was being his stupid self, so I left. I went to the park, then Goodwill, then albertsons, then walgreens(I got a candy bar) then all the way to the allied arts center. I was going to go to the library but I figured that at almost 7pm it would most likely be closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was on my way to my friends house when her mom comes driving up and stops and tells me my sister called to see if I was there. So she decided to come look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since then I've eaten nachos, used the computer, watched project runway, used more computer, tried to sleep and realised that I hadn't checked my blog and here I am, writing this for you, my amazing reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, by now it's 4:20 so my whole adventure, which took about 2 1/2 hours can be summed up in 8 minutes. Fantastic. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I've been gone...lol...my mom went to TX I went to the moun&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SMZkGERE2YI/AAAAAAAAABI/jrrF6RWz3bc/s1600-h/swing"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988871506876802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SMZkGERE2YI/AAAAAAAAABI/jrrF6RWz3bc/s320/swing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tains with my dad and some friends to sell pizza, and mom comes home...today, around 10. So, lets see...I went to the mountains to go sell pizza to earn money so I could go to TX with my mom, turns out people don't spend much on pizza anymore, so I was stuck...here. BOOOOOORRRIINNNGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom went to TX alone...well, with baby Evie. So last Friday I went to a fantastic dance, met some fabulous people and altogether had an amazing night! The Fantastic dance consisted of learning a dance move called the "StraightJacket" dancing/meeting tons of guys who like to dance nearly as much as I do, and meeting two great girls called Leslie and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SMZkGSZYqnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/golWtt7Gx-s/s1600-h/swing2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988875299826290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SMZkGSZYqnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/golWtt7Gx-s/s320/swing2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read excerpts from a fantastic book about George Washington and his funny rules for conversation and...company? Anyway Leslie, Rachel, Amanda, Cyndi and I had a great time reading through them and came to an agreement that we break about 105 3/4 of 106 rules every day of our lives. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th In the Presence of Others Sing not to yourself with a humming Noise, nor Drum with your Fingers or Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43d Do not express Joy before one sick or in pain for that contrary Passion will aggravate his Misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55th Eat not in the Streets, nor in the House, out of Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Do not laugh too loud or too much at any Publick Spectacle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23d When you see a Crime punished, you may be inwardly Pleased; but always shew Pity to the Suffering Offender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/george_washington_rules_of_civility_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/george_washington_rules_of_civility_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53d Run not in the Streets, neither go too slowly nor with Mouth open go not Shaking your Arms kick not the earth with yr feet, go not upon the Toes, nor in a Dancing fashion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.org/Almanack/life/manners/rules2.cfm"&gt;For the complete list go to this website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we also got glowsticks and as we drove past one of the other cars Ben dropped one out of the car window. Later Cyndi said it was awesome when you cut open the glowstick and fling the insides everywhere so that stuff glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew pictures and squiggles all over my walls...lol. So after that, nothing much happened...I ran away, mom gets back soon...thats pretty much it. so...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;I USED PICTURES!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-8736850031129098494?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8736850031129098494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=8736850031129098494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/8736850031129098494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/8736850031129098494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/urgh-so-whats-goin-on.html' title='urgh so whats goin&apos; on?'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SMZkGERE2YI/AAAAAAAAABI/jrrF6RWz3bc/s72-c/swing' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4644713271113620641</id><published>2008-07-30T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:24:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess with the Zohan</title><content type='html'>For all you people who want to go see the Zohan movie...be warned...it's obsene, disgusting, weird, and hilarious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Zohan(Adam Sandler) is a Israeli war guy working against this palestine guy called Phantom. He doesn't want to work in the army any more so he fakes his death, making the Phantom a hero. He moves to America and tries to get hired at the Paul Mitchell Hair Salon, but they make a joke of it. So instead he gets hired at a hair salon thats owned by a palestine woman. He starts out swepeing the floor, but really wants to make hair "silky smoothe" so when one of her stylists quits, he jumps at the chance. After a weird wash filled with tounges ears shampoo water and weirdness, he cuts and styles her hair. The next two peopel are his next clients but first he must "bang" his first lady. Weird? YES. So then he figures out that he's in love with the palestine woman because he cannot "sticky" with anyone else. She takes this oddly and avoids him. Then  peopel figure out he's Zohan...did I mention he changed his name to "Skippy Coco" and gave himself a haircut?...and tell Phantom. Phantom comes to america to go to the hacky sack game. At the game Phantom and Zohan get "backstage" to see Mariah Carey. But then Zohan gets a phone call telling him about the's guy's who are setting the shops on the street where he cuts hair on fire. Then the phantom notices and says "You have bluetooth?" he says yes and Mariah goes "I can never figure that bluetooth thing out." then Zohan/Skippy Coco starts to explain then realizing that he must go save the day or whatever, he tells Phantom to tell her how it works...this is one of my favorite parts...so Phantom asks if she uses PC or Mac, she looks at her people who say "Mac." He says "Do you have myspace?" she says something about her record company doing it, not her but technically yes. So he bows and says "Add me." haha. Then Phantom goes to the street with the fire stuff going on and he tries to beat up the fire, but then Zohan sees and says that he needs help. He goes into a food place across the street and grabs a giant thing of Hummus...hummus is a big part of the movie he even brushes his teeth with it...and puts the fire out with it. Then Phantom is all like why'd you help me and stuff like that. Then the Zohan figures out that the Palestine woman whos name I can't remember is Phantom's sister and Phantom isn't even his real name. It's like Phatoosh or something. So then the crazy redneck who started the fires comes in holding a bomb and a cage full of puppies. Zohan puts on his weird glasses and sees stuff about him like: name:don't remember age:37? i think hates: israel palestine mexicans blacks whites yellows etc etc puppies and sunsets on the beach. Likes: somethingevil 1 something evil 2 etc etc etc. So the Phantom is telling him how he hates that Zohan got to come out to America and live his dream and how Phantom wants to become a shoe salesman. Because he LOVES shoes! Then the redneck dude is about to blow the bomb when Zohan and Phantom decide they must make "the sound" and then argue about who does the melody and the harmony and blah. So then they make it the bomb breaks and the redneck guy is flown into some upper floor apartment where a bunch of guys are all together and one hits on him and then the pupies fly through the window and land on the couch and they all swarm over saying "PUPPIES!!!". Then the guy who's really behind it all comes with police cars and news reporters and stuff, but "The Sound" pops his girlfriends boobs...weird I know...and he goes to jail. Then some guy is on the news saying "Mariah Carey, I love you I want to ***********" and then it cuts to mariah saying "I love you to little horny man! Buy my new CD!" haha. Then they are all happy and stuff. A mall is made, they all have stores i it the palestine woman gets her new fancy hair salon and the Zohan and her are married. His parent's come to the salon and are proud of him and everything works out. But it's still disgustingly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4644713271113620641?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4644713271113620641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4644713271113620641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4644713271113620641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4644713271113620641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-mess-with-zohan.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with the Zohan'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-572195044572984645</id><published>2008-07-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:31:04.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo...lol</title><content type='html'>So last night, I was in the shower, shampooing my hair and I smelled...my Grandma. lol. Seriously, Grandma do you use Pantene? lol. It's not a bad Grandma smell, certainly not Oatmeal, mothballs and BO or anything. But kinda sweet, and nice smelling. Anyway, it was funny 'cause I sniffed and was like: "Grandma?" with a funny look on my face. lol. I miss you Grandma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-572195044572984645?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/572195044572984645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=572195044572984645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/572195044572984645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/572195044572984645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/shampoolol.html' title='Shampoo...lol'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4006645431682268327</id><published>2008-07-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:11:58.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEAGAN TURN DOWN YOUR FRIEKIN' MUSIC!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF THINKING&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S PLAYING SOME STUPID SONGS ABOUT DOGS AND DISNEY CHARACTERS AND DOG CHARACTERS FROM CARTOONS...I'M GONNA NEED HEARING AIDS...I'M GONNA END UP IN A FRIEKIN' NUTHOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4006645431682268327?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4006645431682268327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4006645431682268327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4006645431682268327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4006645431682268327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/meagan-turn-down-your-friekin-music.html' title='MEAGAN TURN DOWN YOUR FRIEKIN&apos; MUSIC!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-9097926700720224561</id><published>2008-07-16T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:14:23.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest most amazing song on the radio right now!!! Johnny, and June.</title><content type='html'>Oh there's something 'bout a man in black,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to buy a cadillac,&lt;br /&gt;Throw the top back, And roll down to Jackson town,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there on the stage with you,&lt;br /&gt;You and I could be the next rage to,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the crowd roar,&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em want more,&lt;br /&gt;Kick the footlights out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June&lt;br /&gt;Rings of fire burnin' with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;Love ya that much,&lt;br /&gt;Cash it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go too,&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you baby right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Build a world around a country song,&lt;br /&gt;Pray a sweet prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Follow you there,&lt;br /&gt;Down in history,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;Rings of fire burnin' with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;Love ya that much,&lt;br /&gt;Cash it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go too,&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;More than life itself,&lt;br /&gt;No-one else,&lt;br /&gt;This endless promise,&lt;br /&gt;They don't make love like that anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to be askin' for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;Rings of fire burnin' with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;Love ya that much,&lt;br /&gt;Cash it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go too,&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;And when we're gone,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no tears to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Only memories of our lives,&lt;br /&gt;They'll remember,&lt;br /&gt;remember,&lt;br /&gt;A love like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-9097926700720224561?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9097926700720224561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=9097926700720224561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/9097926700720224561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/9097926700720224561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/coolest-most-amazing-song-on-radio.html' title='The coolest most amazing song on the radio right now!!! Johnny, and June.'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2570610514983445326</id><published>2008-07-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:54:51.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Folklife Festival</title><content type='html'>IT WAS SOOOOOOOO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, Jordyn, Meagan and I spent most of the time at Vaulkenfeldt.  It's an old fashion part of it where they are very serious about names and all kinds of stuff.  They have a King and Queen, a Baron and Baroness, Lady's in waiting, Fencing competitions, and everything! Today, we started out there, and then looked around at everything else.  They have awesome booths!!! Meagan, Fiona and I went into the museum, we listened to music, looked at everything and then...my shoe broke.  So I walked across the park to mom to tell her it broke...then walked back to get to the car.  After I went home and got new shoes, I got a ride back to the festival, but I couldn't find Meagan and Kaydee.  I went back to Vaulkenfeldt but they weren't there, thats were I met George.  It was rather funny meeting George...lol.  I turned around, and all the sudden he was there! lol.&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Hi! I'm George"&lt;br /&gt;I said: "Hi...George..."&lt;br /&gt;G: "So how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;E: "...fine...and you?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I'm good, I'm just walking around making new friends"&lt;br /&gt;E: "fun..." I start walking away...he starts following me...&lt;br /&gt;G: "So, where do you go to school?"&lt;br /&gt;E: "I'm homeschooled"...still looking for meagan and kaydee...&lt;br /&gt;G: "thats cool!" ...STILL following me...&lt;br /&gt;Then I find Meagan coming out of the Soda Fountain, we all go in and I call mom.  Then ask where KayDee went.  Meagan doesn't know.  So we decide to go look in the museum.  George says we're obviously busy so he'll go now..."Bye george!"  Kaydee's not inside...or outside...or anywhere! But we do find Esther.  She's wearing new shoes that she got like 2 minutes ago from one of the vendors.  So we all go look, keping our eyes out for Kaydee.  Then we leave Esther to go look...AGAIN.  We stop under a tree cause it's soooo HOT!  George comes up and goes "So, would you like to maybe see a movie sometime?"&lt;br /&gt;E: "Dunno"&lt;br /&gt;G: "can I have your number?&lt;br /&gt;I get a pencil and paper from Meagan, and write this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Phone doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I make up an e-mail address...lol.  So we look around for Kaydee MORE but still don't find her.  Eventually go to the museum  and call mom to see if Kaydee called.  She did.  We are to meet her outside the soda fountain.  After a MILLION hours Meagan goes and calls mom again.  Mom couldn't get ahold of Kaydee to tell her about meeting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get picked up HUNDREDS of hours later and get home, clean my room, check my REAL email address, check my myspace and then, write this!&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~EMILEE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2570610514983445326?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2570610514983445326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=2570610514983445326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2570610514983445326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2570610514983445326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/folklife-festival.html' title='Folklife Festival'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-8391434508284326937</id><published>2008-07-07T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:33:26.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...so...um......yeah</title><content type='html'>So, this foreign exchange student came to our house today trying to sell us homework planners.  Her name was Jane.  She seemed pretty nice, I thought the planners looked interesting.  Not THAT important though.  Then I fidured out she was staying with a friend of mine and her family! As those little people at disney say "It's a "small" world after all!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~eMiLeE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-8391434508284326937?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8391434508284326937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=8391434508284326937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/8391434508284326937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/8391434508284326937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeahsoumyeah.html' title='yeah...so...um......yeah'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-8297066784502561259</id><published>2008-07-05T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:23:20.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, 4th of July, goldfish...</title><content type='html'>So the dance was REALLY awesome! Oh wait, you don't know about the dance, so remember a post from a while back about a dance? Well that dance happens every 1st friday of the month, so every 1st saturday, you can expect a post from the dance! lol, so the dance was fun! I learned how to waltz, and during the swing dance time I learned a billion new moves, the names of which I don't actually know because Jake didn't know them and Johnny...well I just followed along with Johnny.  He's like an amazing dancer! It's really fun to watch him and Cecily, but dancing with him is...well, kinda scary! First, he does this really fast walk thing around the dance floor, and theres tons of twirls and jumps and stuff, and he goes really fast.  If I had danced a bit more before he asked me, I probably would have been better.  At least I didn't step on his foot or anything...lol.  Lets see for 4th of july, we stayed home (except for my dance) and dad lit fireworks on the roof and we had hot dogs and sparklers and stuff.  Oh, and for the goldfish, we got like 4 different goldfish things than normal.  There was like BBQ flavor, Pizza flavor, White Cheddar Flavor and something else.  It was really interesting...lol&lt;br /&gt;LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-8297066784502561259?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8297066784502561259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=8297066784502561259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/8297066784502561259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/8297066784502561259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance-4th-of-july-goldfish.html' title='Dance, 4th of July, goldfish...'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4558481275102074389</id><published>2008-07-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:50:43.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>So my mom got a new camera today...it's fun! Today Meagan took Jordyn, KayDee and I to see the new Kit Kittredge movie.  It was alright, there were some really funny parts.  After that we walked to borders and Jordyn bought a graphic novel.  Oh and KayDee bought a beginners magic book.  Sometimes I wonder why Meagan is friends with KayDee, she's rather violent, VERY loud, pretty abnoxious and rude.  Last night, at 11:09 PM she called Meagan heres the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Meagan"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;"So...I decided I'm not going to bring my American girl doll..."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, yeah me either."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, well, yeah I have to go now."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;No seriously.  That was the entire conversation.  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4558481275102074389?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4558481275102074389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4558481275102074389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4558481275102074389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4558481275102074389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2396319569420987266</id><published>2008-07-02T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:11:58.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>well...this is fun.  I get to stay home all day.  Oh and tomorrow I get to see that new american girl movie, Kit right? Oh and Jordyn, you're invited, Meagan is paying.  Call me! Otherwise I'm doing...nothing.  On the 4th, I'm gonna go to a dance thing, but as far as I know, no one I know is coming with me.  It's a swing dance thing.  Fun right, I love going, even though this would only be my 2nd time...lol Here are some quiz results to pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ruth:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm fuzzy items. A little nutty. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate-lover, you are a total flirt --- you love attention! But at heart, you're really a hopeless romantic waiting for your prince/princess to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "guy qualities" do it for you?&lt;br /&gt;You picked Mr. Sensitive. He's about as comfortable and friendly as an old pair of jeans---and will more than likely never break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Kindness:&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of the perfect prince is one that's sensitive and strong. He's attentive to your needs and even knows that while glass slippers are certainly beautiful, they just aren't comfortable footwear. (That's why he'll hold your purse for you while you shop for new shoes at the Nine West sale!) Your guy also understands why picking you up on his white horse (or in his Honda) is so much better than just meeting you at the restaurant -- even if it is the hottest new spot in the kingdom.But the problem with getting the royal treatment on a regular basis is that even the most grateful girl is bound to get, well, bored. Your nice guy doesn't have to finish last though. Make sure that he understands your needs: space, a partner with a backbone, etc. But be nice about it. And if you landed in this category but haven't found a man who matches this description yet, take heart -- and a tip from author Wendy Paris. "Whoever you are, you are someone's ideal," she says in Happily Ever After: The Fairy Tale Formula for Lasting Love. "Hold out for someone who sees you as his." What better way to live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that fun? lol, probably not...lol Well g2g.&lt;br /&gt;See you on the flip side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2396319569420987266?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2396319569420987266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=2396319569420987266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2396319569420987266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2396319569420987266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-3217521368803636488</id><published>2008-06-29T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:50:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sister falling out of a shopping cart and a backstreet boy wanna be</title><content type='html'>So today, in Walgreens, Evie was asleep in her seat in the cart.  I was holding her little hand and suddenly, out of nowhere, she jerks to one side and starts to slip off the side of the cart.  Luckily for her my catlike reflexes saved her seat from the 2 foot plummet to earth.  In other news, we have a backstreet boy wanna be sleeping on our couch today...all day...it's annoying, in the "I want to cut his head off with a spoon and throw him to alligators so we can sit down" kind of way.  Isn't there some nice person in Guatamala he could annoy???  Anyway, so I get the point of blogs now, after watching Sydney White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"peoplespunisher.com is not about being read.  It's about being written."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, I finally understand quantum physics.  Or not, thats still a mystery to me.  Anyway, thats about it, and Jordyn...HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-3217521368803636488?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3217521368803636488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=3217521368803636488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3217521368803636488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3217521368803636488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/sister-falling-out-of-shopping-cart-and.html' title='a sister falling out of a shopping cart and a backstreet boy wanna be'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-5091196535903593134</id><published>2008-06-26T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:22:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>What exactly is the point of a blog?&lt;br /&gt;You write down what happens in your life, and people (some of which you might not even know) read all about it, like okay so a person in Utah, writes about how her kid learned to say milk (this is just an example) and some random rice factory worker in Japan reads about it???  WHAT?  I don't exactly get it.  If it's a way to tell people about your life, get their email address and email it to them.  A blog??? What??? Is??? The??? Point???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-5091196535903593134?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5091196535903593134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=5091196535903593134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5091196535903593134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5091196535903593134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-3372100257675378049</id><published>2008-06-22T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:09:00.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY</title><content type='html'>Well.Isn't this just great.I would be leaving on the 23rd, to go to NY.If I was going.Which thanks to Tony, my "loving" grandparents, mother, father and anyone else who could have helped...I CAN'T.Instead, I will be here.At home.Cleaning, watching annoying little children(there are 5 of them.), pretending to care when real estate people and IRS people and other people are coming over.While my friends, all go to NYC, have the time of their lives performing there, watching broadway shows, hanging out together, shopping, singing in the bus, staying at the hotel and I would(if I was going) also get to SEE my "loving" grandparents, Who, obviously don't care that much about seeing me, or else they would have at least tried to send the money, instead of just saying "no I'm sorry we can't"Well, while I'm stuck at home, finally un-grounded from the computer, on myspace and email...guess where over half the people I talk to online will be huh?NEW YORK.Oh and you know what, when they get back, I get to hear all about it. See all their pictures. Learn about all the fun they had, and be told that I shouldn't have missed it, and I should have come.I'll hear all about it and you know what&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience it, with them, my friends, their family, people who love to sing and dance, as much as I do. I've been searching for a long time to find people like me as much as these people are. And I will never see Keli, Madisen, Kayla, Marissa, or half of these people ever again. Classes are over, I'm not going to NY and then we move, so I can't move up into the teen group next year cause Oh big surprise! We won't even be here! I hate my life right now. I don't want to move, I want to go to NY, I want to be able to see my friends, not have to make new ones. I want to learn to drive on streets I know, not learn the streets to. I want to have time to get to know more of the awesome people we call the "teen group" and be one of them. I don't want to miss out on that just because my parents have this crazy dream about some stupid restaraunt that will end up the same way as the last two did because they fail to see the big picture. They start a stupid project, they don't folow through, they start another one and then complain about it later to all of us when things don't go as planned. I&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-3372100257675378049?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3372100257675378049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=3372100257675378049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3372100257675378049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3372100257675378049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/ny.html' title='NY'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-436302934884276595</id><published>2008-06-22T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:14:05.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grandparents-not L.S. and D.P or J.R.</title><content type='html'>They can buy a stupid iPod, a huge TV a $50 gift card, but the onething, ONE THING, I really want, more than anything else, they can'tget.  The iPod is falling apart at the seams, the TV's VCR is brokenand I have $0.12 left on the gift card and barely anything to show forit considering everything in this entire world costs soooo much.  Butif they can buy all that, get a house in Maryland visit everyone, bothwork, own two cars, and everything else they do...why can't they payfor a 5 day trip to NYC with my singing group, so that I could not onlyPerform in NY, but go to 2 broadway shows, see NYC, hang out with myfriends before we move, and visit with both of them??? I'd say, thats awhooooole lot better than an iPod a TV and a gift card.The iPod can'thold as many songs as I'd like to put on it, the TV doesn't have a VCRanymore cause it broke and the stupid card couldn't do anything, webarely go shopping just for fun, the movie theatre doesn't take cards,just cash, and theres nowhere good to spend any kind of money hereanyway.  So I end up gatting a few pairs of earrings at Claires, agiant pretzal, a calendar, a light up fairy glass thing, and a cup ofcheese to go with that pretzal.  The next day, get barely anythingelse...and end up with 12 stupid cents.  My trip would have been worthsooooo much more than that. Sure we can visit Portland anytime we want,it's pretty close by.  But NY??? Thats on the whole other side of thecountry.  If I could have, I would have skipped the trip to Portland,not made my parents spend any unneccasary money and hoped to god thatwe could come up with that money.  BUT Tony never sent home anypaperwork for it, my mom said that my grandparents said they would payfor it no matter the cost, and I thought I was going...but, Tony saidit was too late, so my mom called him, they made a deal of some sort,My grandparents can't pay for it, and I'm not going.  If you'rereading this, and I told you I was going, I really thought I was, Iwasn't lying to you.  I was simply stating what I thought the truthwas.  And I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-436302934884276595?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/436302934884276595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=436302934884276595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/436302934884276595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/436302934884276595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandparents-not-ls-and-dp-or-jr.html' title='grandparents-not L.S. and D.P or J.R.'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4998982432608544574</id><published>2008-05-31T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:05:23.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance!!!</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was the graduation/barnyard dance. The graduation waskinda boring, Emi and David were the only people I knew, the other twolooked like they had a lot more fun though. I won a lame award forfinishing a mathbook and a half in one schoolyear. I got a baskinrobbins gift certificate, Rhyannonn offered me $4 for it, I should havetaken it, the certificate is only worth $2...oh well. So the barnyarddance was a lot more fun, but I missed the first part because mom justHAD to stop at walgreens and use her stupid coupons. Well,when we FINALLY got there, I found Cyndi, Jordyn and Amanda rightaway. They were figuring out who they would ask to dance. It washilarious. seriously. lol. The first dance I did was a line dance,it was REALLY hilarious...really! We did the steps, and then we weresupposed to act like a chicken and run to the other side of the dancefloor then start all over again! lol. Then I was asked to dance byJames...I didn't remember him. At all. Sorry, but anyway, heremembered me, and explained who he was and stuff, we took a classtogether, his mom taught it. He was a really good dancer...I had noclue what I was doing. I had really only swing danced (Is that theproper wording???) like once before, and when Jordyn taught it tome...but she didn't do it very good...NO OFFENSE! As in, very very fast and like 2 moves.  Then there wasanother line dance. It was fun too. We were doing it to the beat andall, but then it got reeeeeeeeeaaaaaalllllyyy sloooooooooooooooow...lol, we danced slooooooow too...it was soooooo funny cause then it gotreally fast! Really really fast! Then I was asked to dance again, butI was getting a drink, so Dillon waited. So once again, I had onlyever barely swing danced (once again...is that right???). So he saidto just hold on and follow along...lol, it was funny. He was likedoing all these fun and complicated move things, and I was justholding on and spinning when he told me to...lol Then...something elsehappened...I think that was when I went outside and hung out with mommrs. "March" and stuff...I got CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol. Then Iwent back inside and danced with Jimmy, he's Cyndi's little brother.He's quite funny. So he also tried to do complicated moves but he kepthaving to ask Cyndi what the dance moves where and how they weresupposed to go. lol. So later on, I figured out that Amanda andJordyn asked...no TOLD Tyler to ask me to dance, it was so funny.Cause he refused! lol. So...well...yeah! I love dancing! I haven'tbeen doing it very long but it is absolutely one of the funnest thingsever! I have always wanted to be able to dance though you know???Well, I learned to swing and line dance the other night...FUN FUN FUN!And hopefully I will go to the dance thing on Friday where we learnmore dance stuff and eat and hang out and I will probably see Amanda,but not Jordyn...cause she won't be there...sad huh...lol. well allin all, it was fun. I danced with the good dancer, the okay dancer,and then the dancer who needed help from his older sister to do themoves, but you could totally tell he was having fun so it was worthit dancer...lol. It was fun, Those people should have barnyard danceswaaaaaaay more often!!! In the meantime: My stomach HURTS and we leavefor portland tomorrow...wait lets see, this month I am: Going toPortland for 4 days, Going to Ashford for 2-3 days, going to New Yorkfor 4-5 days...wow. Thats a lot of traveling...then later after NY wemove...waaa...lolLATER!I must get started on my stupidly busy schedule!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4998982432608544574?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4998982432608544574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4998982432608544574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4998982432608544574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4998982432608544574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance.html' title='Dance!!!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7697174290457160986</id><published>2008-05-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:29:54.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who what when where...MLS</title><content type='html'>who what when where and why...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Who’s&lt;br /&gt;Who Was The Last Person You Talked To?&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Was The Last Person You Were With, Besides Family?&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina Furlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Was Your Last Kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Knows The Most About You?&lt;br /&gt;Me...oh, other than me? No clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Your Favorite Band, Rapper, Singer, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THEM!!! mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Can Make You Laugh No Matter What?&lt;br /&gt;Andria/Maddie/Cyndi/Meagan/Kayla/Jimmy/Tyler/Jeremy/Sierra/Jordyn/in other words...EVERYONE MAKES ME LAUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Can You Always Count On?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Has Your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is or Was Your Favorite Teacher In School?&lt;br /&gt;the only one I have...MOM lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Your Crush?&lt;br /&gt;what crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Your Best Friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;all my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Loves You?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The What’s&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Song At The Moment?&lt;br /&gt;this is home by switchfoot or happy ending by mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Are You Looking Forward To?&lt;br /&gt;cooking club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;purple/green/red/blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Website Do You Visit Most?&lt;br /&gt;MySpace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Smell?&lt;br /&gt;lilacs, fruit, the air after it rains, roses, the beach...etc. etc. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;August Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Makes You Mad?&lt;br /&gt;stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Curse Word Do You Use Alot?&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind Of Phone Do You Have?&lt;br /&gt;the lamest kind EVER: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Was The Last Song You Listened To?&lt;br /&gt;Who I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The When’s&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Went To The Mall?&lt;br /&gt;In Portland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Did You Talk To Your Crush Last?&lt;br /&gt;the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Do or Did You Graduate?&lt;br /&gt;the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Is The Next Time You’ll Do Something Fun?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Ate or Drank Something?&lt;br /&gt;like 10 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Is Your Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;November 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Went To The Movies?&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Is Your Parents Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;dec. 7th and june 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was Your First Kiss?&lt;br /&gt;            ^is&lt;br /&gt;in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Were You In The Car Last?&lt;br /&gt;about a 1/2 hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Be 21?&lt;br /&gt;about than 7 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Be Taking Your Next Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Where’s&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Live?&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Is The Best Place To Be?&lt;br /&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Was Your Last Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;California probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You Born?&lt;br /&gt;Palmdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Is Your Best Friend?&lt;br /&gt;bouncing off walls...lol I don't know. I have so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Want To Live?&lt;br /&gt;HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Was The Last Place Your Were Besides Your Own House?&lt;br /&gt;Melody Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Think You’ll Be In 10 Years?&lt;br /&gt;No clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Is Your Cell Phone?&lt;br /&gt;oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Are Your Parents?&lt;br /&gt;the living room, w/me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Was Your Display Picture Taken?&lt;br /&gt;the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You 24 Hours Ago? &lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more great &lt;a href="http://www.myspacesurveyfun.com"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at MySpaceSurveyFun.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I WANTED TO!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So melody lane was soooo fun-I was asked to stay with Amelie's family and Sierrra/Sabrina so I wouldn't have to move.  We put the finishing touches on our "Who I Am" dance...it's pretty weird...lol&lt;br /&gt;My mom is patting her stomach weirdly at the moment, hold on a sec. while I look at her confusedly............................................okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Well...I hugged a few more people today, including Cyndi, Jimmy and Andria.&lt;br /&gt;fun, fun, fun right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7697174290457160986?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7697174290457160986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7697174290457160986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7697174290457160986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7697174290457160986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-what-when-wheremls.html' title='who what when where...MLS'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-3263052653622466660</id><published>2008-05-21T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:56:12.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MLS-and survey thing-a-majiggs</title><content type='html'>thats what I'm doing today. MLS, singing class thing.&lt;br /&gt;yes. It'll be fun, but the rest of the day...will be booooring.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, and your reading this today...or any day...CALL ME!&lt;br /&gt;I need some social phone talking to friends...whatever, I doubt that made sense...lol&lt;br /&gt;well, lets see...to pass the time before class starts, I will post an awesome survey:&lt;br /&gt;56 Girl Confessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;2. A big poofy dress or a short party dress?&lt;br /&gt;party dress&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if you received a long love letter?&lt;br /&gt;smile nonstop!&lt;br /&gt;4. Group dates or single dates?&lt;br /&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;7. Is your hair up or down today?&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you straighten your hair?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite mascara?&lt;br /&gt;brand? I don't know! color: black&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you get your nails done?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;11. Small or large purses?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;12. In your purse, what are your must haves?&lt;br /&gt;lip gloss...money...lol...something totally random...camera&lt;br /&gt;13. Jeans or sweats?&lt;br /&gt;jeans&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you text message a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;16. What would you do if you got pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;scream-I would NOT get pregnant right now!&lt;br /&gt;17. What’s your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;purple/blue/red/green&lt;br /&gt;18. Heels or flats?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;21. Walmart or Target?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you wear collared shirts?&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like preppy boys?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think lip gloss is the best!?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you own any big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;one-my friend gave them to me...I broke them...lol&lt;br /&gt;26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;like 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like to wear band-aids?&lt;br /&gt;if I need them...duh&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like skater boys?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;br /&gt;about what?&lt;br /&gt;30. Gold or silver?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like to receive flowers?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like surfer boys?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you dress up for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;some of them&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like to wear dresseses?&lt;br /&gt;not particularly&lt;br /&gt;35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;36. In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;37. Would you date a guy shorter than you?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to hold hands?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;39. What is the youngest you would date?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the oldest you would date?&lt;br /&gt;not very old...duh&lt;br /&gt;41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy?&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;42. Is it hott when guys sweat?&lt;br /&gt;not exactly&lt;br /&gt;43. What is the best feature in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like making eye contact?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;46. Would you kill for chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;depends...who am I killing, and is it dark or milk chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;47. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping?&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you yell a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you wear sweatpants/pajamas to school/work?&lt;br /&gt;once-friday forum, pj's...I was reeeeaaaaally tired...lol&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;54. What makeup could you not live w/ out?&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you fall in love easily?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you think you have the bestest friend ever?&lt;br /&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more great &lt;a href="http://www.myspacesurveyfun.com/"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at MySpaceSurveyFun.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was...relatively confusing...lol&lt;br /&gt;I thought some of the questions were lame, but hey, it passed the time didn't it!!!&lt;br /&gt;here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] straightener&lt;br /&gt;[ ] curling iron&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mousse&lt;br /&gt;[ X] hairspray&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gel&lt;br /&gt;[ ] other sprays&lt;br /&gt;[X ] bobby pins&lt;br /&gt;[ ] round barrel brush&lt;br /&gt;[ X] blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;[ X] mirror&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;[X ] you have or had highlights&lt;br /&gt;Total:5&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ X] black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[ ] other color eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[ X] eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;[ X] mascara&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fake eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] eyelash curler&lt;br /&gt;[ ] eye shimmer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] colored contacts&lt;br /&gt;[ X] stunna shades&lt;br /&gt;[ ]eye makeup remover&lt;br /&gt;Total so far:9&lt;br /&gt;Lips/Teeth&lt;br /&gt;[X ] clear lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;[ X] red or pink gloss&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lip stick&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chapstick&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lip plumper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] electric toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;[ ] teeth whitener&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lip liner&lt;br /&gt;[ ] more than 15 lipglosses&lt;br /&gt;[ X] toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;Total so far:12&lt;br /&gt;Complexion/Overall face&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blush&lt;br /&gt;[ ] moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] face wash&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bronzer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] makeup remover&lt;br /&gt;[ ] face wipes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] powder&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cover up&lt;br /&gt;Total so far:12&lt;br /&gt;Nails&lt;br /&gt;[ X] nail polish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] filer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nail clipper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nail buffer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cuticle remover&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nail hardener&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nail brush&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fake nails&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nail scissors&lt;br /&gt;Total so far:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Total:12&lt;br /&gt;Now, add your score and multiply it by 2.&lt;br /&gt;Then, repost as “I am 24% obsessed with my look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more great &lt;a href="http://www.myspacesurveyfun.com/"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at MySpaceSurveyFun.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS SOOOOOOOO RANDOM...lol&lt;br /&gt;and odd. oh well. later!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-3263052653622466660?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3263052653622466660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=3263052653622466660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3263052653622466660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3263052653622466660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/mls-and-survey-thing-majiggs.html' title='MLS-and survey thing-a-majiggs'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-5523331877460270155</id><published>2008-05-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:16:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving-to my mom</title><content type='html'>It will not be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am at a crucial point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;you moved when you were 14.&lt;br /&gt;look at how you turned out:&lt;br /&gt;You are obsessed with blogging, coupons, homeschooling...I don't want to leave my friends, and I don't want to have to make new ones.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends, and I don't want to not see them in person for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move.&lt;br /&gt;It seems more about what you think is best, isn't that how most moms screw up with their kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;I read your post about moving with a teenager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-5523331877460270155?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5523331877460270155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=5523331877460270155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5523331877460270155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/5523331877460270155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/moving-to-my-mom.html' title='moving-to my mom'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4357652137621941638</id><published>2008-05-20T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:16:50.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SDM4Sji5biI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2fN2xQLt8D8/s1600-h/youlearn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SDM4Sji5biI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2fN2xQLt8D8/s320/youlearn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202563885973466658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't learned anything.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4357652137621941638?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4357652137621941638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4357652137621941638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4357652137621941638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4357652137621941638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SDM4Sji5biI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2fN2xQLt8D8/s72-c/youlearn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6586220215508675342</id><published>2008-05-20T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:35:21.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace</title><content type='html'>myspace rocks.&lt;br /&gt;thats all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;It simply rocks.&lt;br /&gt;in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I made a poem!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6586220215508675342?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6586220215508675342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6586220215508675342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6586220215508675342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6586220215508675342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/myspace.html' title='myspace'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6299291170024092978</id><published>2008-05-19T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:34:42.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>yes.&lt;br /&gt;confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I just got these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I love you with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much it's like an art,&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you until the end,&lt;br /&gt;My Love is something i'll try to send!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -***** ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilee don't leave me here,&lt;br /&gt;Please be somewhere near,&lt;br /&gt;Listen and lend an lend an ear,&lt;br /&gt;Please know, that to me... your very dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -***** ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please leave a comment and tell me how I should proceed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6299291170024092978?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6299291170024092978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6299291170024092978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6299291170024092978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6299291170024092978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2535099737149368026</id><published>2008-05-18T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:28:44.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My REAL names...lol</title><content type='html'>1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp;amp; current car):&lt;br /&gt;Dog None...lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie):&lt;br /&gt;Mint chocolate chip snickerdoodle...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name): E-Rus...okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal):&lt;br /&gt;Purple Horse...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born):&lt;br /&gt;Beth Palmdale...wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first):&lt;br /&gt;Rusem...weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink):The Blue Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers): Fred Jim...okaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp;amp; father’s middle names): Marie Scott...okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Lisa Luxomberg? lol is that spelled right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower). Autumn Lilac...wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”):&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Pantsy...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Bagel Maple...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. YOUR ROCK STAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour” and the year): The Singing Thunderstorm 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was absolutely HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;thanks Mrs. Marshall!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2535099737149368026?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2535099737149368026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=2535099737149368026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2535099737149368026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2535099737149368026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-real-nameslol.html' title='My REAL names...lol'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-7433613012362623340</id><published>2008-05-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:47:36.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment???</title><content type='html'>Doesn't anyone comment anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! COMMENT ON MY POSTS IT WILL MAKE ME HAPPIER!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-7433613012362623340?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7433613012362623340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=7433613012362623340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7433613012362623340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/7433613012362623340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/comment.html' title='Comment???'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-648483253819703314</id><published>2008-05-16T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:32:17.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Forum-the last one this "year"</title><content type='html'>Well, it was the last of the '07-'08 FF today, it was soooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to bring:&lt;br /&gt;Clay to make beads in jewelry class&lt;br /&gt;Teriyaki chicken&lt;br /&gt;I brought:&lt;br /&gt;10 minute teriyaki chicken 'cause I forgot until this morning so my mom did the best with the time she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in jewelry class we explored all the random little cabinets searching for paper to make paper beads...the paper we found, might as well have been wall paper...oh yeah. It was that big.  lol&lt;br /&gt;So I made a paperclip necklace...IT ROCKED...Jordyn made a rubberband necklace with paper clip charms...IT ROCKED...Theresa made a green bead pyramid...IT ROCKED...and Stephanie-the "teacher"lol-made a sort of tower/wall/whatever...WHATEVER IT WAS, IT ROCKED!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two "periods" are taken up by speech class thing...lol We ate food, played games listened to an impromptu speech by Marisa and found out that we all (except Tyler) looove hitting Tyler upside the head!!!!!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords, me and Theresa were supposed to go to Irish Step Dance class...urgh, eeeeew...lol...but instead we hung out with the speed stacking class outside! It was fun, we also took TONS of pictures, and the chess class didn't notice we were there, so I yelled "CHECK MATE!!!!" and we ran away sooooo fast!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the classes we watched the classes perform some stuff, then we ate pizza, some people ate Ice Cream-not me-and I started HUGGING RANDOM PEOPLE!!!!! IT WAS SOOOOOOOO FUN!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of people I hugged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Mrs. Johnson&lt;br /&gt;2 Mrs. Charles&lt;br /&gt;3 Jimmy Charles&lt;br /&gt;4 Amanda Way&lt;br /&gt;5 Marisa Bradley&lt;br /&gt;6 Jordyn Jensen&lt;br /&gt;7 Braeden Stamm&lt;br /&gt;8 Mrs. Lynch&lt;br /&gt;9 Isaac Jensen&lt;br /&gt;10 Gabriella Russell&lt;br /&gt;11 Madelyn Russell&lt;br /&gt;12 Kylista Hobbs&lt;br /&gt;13 Lyndsey Gough&lt;br /&gt;14 Mrs. Jensen&lt;br /&gt;15 Mrs Marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like...50 other people who's names I don't even know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Marisa Jordyn and Theresa were so amazed at my hugging people!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;At first Amanda and Marisa were the only ones watching and stuff, and I couldn't figure out who to go hug randomly so I asked them-thats why I hugged Braeden-it was so hilarious cuz I started to walk towards him and they had the FUNNIEST looks on their faces! Then Jordyn came with Theresa and I was like "I was dared to hug you!" and he's just like "oooooooooookaaaaaaaaaay..." lol so then I did this totally goofy little hug thing and walked away...it was soooooooooo hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-648483253819703314?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/648483253819703314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=648483253819703314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/648483253819703314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/648483253819703314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-forum-last-one-this-year.html' title='Friday Forum-the last one this &quot;year&quot;'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4863043555830273943</id><published>2008-05-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:24:37.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking club</title><content type='html'>Well, cooking club was again today, and friday forum tomorow...At cooking club, we were supposed to make Hot Fudge Cream Puffs, but Tyler ruined it by bringing the wrong pie crust...lol so my mom brought out some cinnamon roll mix stuff, but tyler ruined that to...I don't know how seeing as Erica was making it...BUT HE DID IT!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4863043555830273943?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4863043555830273943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4863043555830273943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4863043555830273943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4863043555830273943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/cooking-club_15.html' title='Cooking club'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-3504470608033400669</id><published>2008-05-13T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:13:02.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to cry.</title><content type='html'>We are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house is for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend jordyn slept over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Andria B., Amelie B., Kayla P., Maddie D, Madisen K., Connor K., Erica B., Tyler T., Cyndi C., Jimmy C., Miranda L., Sierra H., Amanda W., Marissa P., Marisa B., Jordyn J., Madison A., Helena S., Kaydee W., Fiona K., Shannon C., Erin C., Britney A. AND EVERYONE ELSE TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 5 YEARS to make all the friends i have.&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooo grateful!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep in touch with ALL of you!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOOOOOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     See you SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;        I hope!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;            ~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-3504470608033400669?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3504470608033400669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=3504470608033400669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3504470608033400669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/3504470608033400669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-cry.html' title='I want to cry.'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4647343465553735597</id><published>2008-05-12T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:33:58.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you tube ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/emileesings"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/emileesings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4647343465553735597?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2785072194004931327</id><published>2008-05-12T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:21:43.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Jordyn</title><content type='html'>Go to fanfiction.com and search teen titans meet the dragon lady and you'll find her fan fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS COOLIO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crack myself up...BUT I CRACK UP THE PEOPLE AROUND ME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote on my poll too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2785072194004931327?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2940803625633653082</id><published>2008-05-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:40:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORTLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I got back from portland last night. I was so tired. *yawn* nevermind, I AM tired. Although I got more sleep last night then both nights before. PUT TOGETHER!!! *yawn yawn yawn* lol. So we went to OMSI the Zoo the mall and TONS of other places. Oh, and I now have a headache...waaa. I met some people who I had seen that are pretty cool and I hope to see all of them soon, I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keli&lt;br /&gt;Nikkie&lt;br /&gt;Ty&lt;br /&gt;And two or three more people who's names are-sadly-unknown. Well I knew them, I think, at one point. But I forogt. Waa. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Keli sang this hilarious birthday song her family has, it starts out how your singing happy birthday, and then it's some crazy stuff about how theres people dying and suffering but happy birthday anyway! lol. VERY HILARIOUS! I COMMAND YOU TO LAUGH!!! lol... Oh and Kayla's family has "the packard 4" apparently NO ONE sneezes 4 times in a row, but them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'll talk more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you'll be counting the minutes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2940803625633653082?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2940803625633653082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=2940803625633653082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2940803625633653082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2940803625633653082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/portland11.html' title='PORTLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-6017400636222629647</id><published>2008-05-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:28:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking club</title><content type='html'>Well, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made s'mores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait...you already knew that.  lol...well anyway, because that took so little time, we played around on the computer and outside and stuff.  Tyler made up this (lame) game where you rub you're nose and people "catch on" and start rubbing their own noses until one person is left and that person has to do a dare.  So Erica usually starts the games 'cause she's obsessed with it...lol...okay not really but she starts like 50 of them every time we hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was fun, I got out of the one dare I got because Erica started a new game...lol...sometimes it's a good thing.  Then we all came inside and Tyler Meagan and Erica started this weird fight thing-a-majig...lol...so Tyler was naming a whole bunch of things that beat others, like a briefcase beats a broom but a baby doll beats all, and others.  So me and Andria were writing on the computer and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LOVE YA'!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;       ~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-6017400636222629647?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6017400636222629647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=6017400636222629647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6017400636222629647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/6017400636222629647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/cooking-club.html' title='Cooking club'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-2121856260309159200</id><published>2008-05-07T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:01:02.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>Well, my singing class was fun.  We were finding out who would be able to cover for people who aren't coming on the tour with us.  I might be on a few extra dance numbers, Maddie is filling in for Jeremy, Andria and Kayla started out doing Connor's stuff, but then Connor got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Amelie looks like Avril Lavigne when her hair is straightened and she wears eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, tomorrow is cooking club-we're making s'mores.  Just in case Andria and Tyler are reading this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andria:&lt;br /&gt;    Graham Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler:&lt;br /&gt;   Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;   Marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it...so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO 4 NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crack myself up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ~Emilee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-2121856260309159200?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2121856260309159200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=2121856260309159200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2121856260309159200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/2121856260309159200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomness-rocks.html' title='Randomness ROCKS!'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-426110921035641421.post-4490861650743974017</id><published>2008-05-06T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:00:03.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>Hello people of earth, jupiter, mars...amd L.A. I am Emilee.&lt;br /&gt;        Greetings earthlings...LOL&lt;br /&gt;            So this is my first blog and my mom and sister will probably link to me and stuff so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, if you are truly so interested in what goes on in other people's lives, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to take a singing class at a sort of thing near our house, then on thursday it's cooking club with Andria Erica and Tyler then on Friday I'm going to portland with my singing class and we come back saturday...well thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/426110921035641421-4490861650743974017?l=thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4490861650743974017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=426110921035641421&amp;postID=4490861650743974017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4490861650743974017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/426110921035641421/posts/default/4490861650743974017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecheesesmellingracoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Emileesings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726353888457477335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsaRylVsO8w/SCFUDUamewI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sEyDXpaIoQc/S220/S3012783.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
