<?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-380933972892600238</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:13:30.480-06:00</updated><category term='XXholic'/><category term='Alice'/><category term='HIV'/><category term='rain and fun'/><category term='Insects'/><category term='Jacob'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Josh Turner'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Butterfly'/><category term='Metro Station'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Toby Keith'/><category term='Hinder'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Rainy Day Fun'/><category term='Rosaline'/><category term='Characters'/><category term='AIDS'/><category term='Celestial'/><category term='Moon'/><category term='Scorpion'/><category term='Edward'/><category term='Garth Brooks'/><category term='Vampire'/><category term='Self Against City'/><category term='Series'/><category term='Lover'/><category term='Emmett'/><category term='romance'/><category term='Vampires'/><category term='Swallowtail'/><category term='The Rainbow Boys'/><category term='britney spears'/><category term='Wierdos'/><category term='God'/><category term='Bird Eating spiders'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Spiders'/><category term='The Rock'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='homosexual'/><category term='Gay rights'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Tsubasa'/><category term='lesbians'/><category term='Bella'/><category term='Bugs'/><category term='Shake It'/><category term='Esme'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Death'/><title type='text'>Insanity and Milk</title><subtitle type='html'>A break from Gas prices, voting and that immigration thing...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-4698958100689170451</id><published>2010-07-10T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:25:30.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Later, much later</title><content type='html'>I have recently realized that my blogging spirit is rather low. I look at these other blogs and I say to myself 'wow, mine is amateur compared to there's.'&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with a new idea.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of writing long, boring stories that eventually make people irritated enough to leave, I've created a new way. Short little sentences or paragraphs telling an entire story, in just enough time for you to meet your doctors appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure if it's going to work, but you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-4698958100689170451?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4698958100689170451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=4698958100689170451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4698958100689170451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4698958100689170451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2010/07/later-much-later.html' title='Later, much later'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-4720727179628838018</id><published>2010-04-24T08:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:45:46.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say 'I Am'</title><content type='html'>I am that voice inside your head, telling you this is a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;I am the panting dog standing at your side in unwavering loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;I am the best friend who has walked along your path and always will.&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who spent every day of your life giving you my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I am the sister who looked up at you and saw a role model like no other.&lt;br /&gt;I am the sun and the moon and the stars.&lt;br /&gt;I am the end and the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I am God.&lt;br /&gt;And I Am With You Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of Inspiration: Wonderful---Gary Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-4720727179628838018?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4720727179628838018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=4720727179628838018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4720727179628838018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4720727179628838018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/say-i-am.html' title='Say &apos;I Am&apos;'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7585976384593379499</id><published>2010-04-10T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:54:16.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints with a Side Order of Lemons</title><content type='html'>Could our Government do any more damage? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;It's getting out of hand, I'm afraid. When is someone going to stand up and Say 'Enough'? We sit back and we watch as they rearrange the Constitution, destroy the meaning of Freedom. Where is our freedom now?&lt;br /&gt;It's locked up underneath Obama's desk, that's where it is. Along with freedom of Speech and our lovely Right to Bear Arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to United We Stand, Divided We Fall?&lt;br /&gt;This nation isn't UNITED. We're all running around in different directions, taking sides and ruining what our forefathers created. We're ignoring what REALLY matters.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we're taking order from a bunch of old guys in black robes. How creepy is THAT?&lt;br /&gt;Our religions are at war as well. So much so, that the more they compete, the more the faith wavers. It puts a new perspective into place and makes you think 'Is all of this REALLY true?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blinded by the new things, that we leave behind the abused ones. We turn away from a friend because they can't afford to hang out with you.&lt;br /&gt;Or shut the door on a teenager in crutches. Watch as a mother of three struggles with watching her kids and juggling the groceries because she can't afford to buy a CAR.&lt;br /&gt;What about the people lining the street corners? They can't afford houses. They can't afford school, so they can't get a job. Without a job, they have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I share with you a quote from a movie I watched just last night, only because it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"One day, somebody's got to make a stand. One day, somebody's got to say ENOUGH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra-la-la peoples,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7585976384593379499?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7585976384593379499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7585976384593379499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7585976384593379499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7585976384593379499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/complaints-with-side-order-of-lemons.html' title='Complaints with a Side Order of Lemons'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-1291329309479303695</id><published>2009-09-01T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:39:15.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>I find, that nighttime is where my most emotional moments begin and end. Every night, I always seem to hit some kind of emotional bump. Wether it be from listening to a song, reading a story or in tonights case, watching a video.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I felt horrible when I clicked on one of his video's and realized I hadn't watched him since the beginning of the year. I felt ashamed, because for years, I watched his video's. He made me laugh, brightened my day and inspired me. His name, is Joey.&lt;br /&gt;He is known on YouTube as JoeyBlondeWolf2. He is not afraid to speak his mind and nearing the end of last year, his subscribers dropped from nearly five thousand to one thousand. People started talking, making up stories and drenching his name in horrific affairs. People would take sides, going against him and ruining him.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Joey is bisexual and not ashamed of it. And today, I saw he'd updated. It said Blog 12: Coming out and Gay Hate.&lt;br /&gt;I felt instantly angry. It meant someone or something had triggered it. I watched it and half way through the video, I began to cry. It was almost sad.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't need the steps to coming out, because I know I'm not gay. But what he said reflected what I believe. He expressed everything that I want to shout at people when they badmouth Homosexuals and Lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5_ELV5naPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5_ELV5naPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy, turning 23 very soon (Yes, I know he doesn't look it.), Has always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; been there. For anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I'd missed something, whenever I'd see he had put up a new video. But I have been so busy, I never had time to stop and watch.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I did so today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people out there, who close their minds and their hearts, because they're afraid of what other people will say about them. Personally, I SUPPORT homosexuals and lesbians and I don't give a DAMN if people hate me for it.&lt;br /&gt;There are more important things to worry about, than hurting people because of who they choose to love. There is WAR and MURDER out there and all you can worry about is that the person standing next to you might love their same gender.&lt;br /&gt;All you're doing, is creating more of what this world needs to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for every church out there, that turns away a gay person from their doors, think about it. Are YOU listening to God's word?&lt;br /&gt;You say he loves everyone, even the sinners.&lt;br /&gt;You are sinning by turning them away, by talking about them behind their backs and by telling them they're going to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me this.&lt;br /&gt;If it's so WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Why did God create humans who harbor these feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is ending.&lt;br /&gt;What will you do to stop that from happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-1291329309479303695?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1291329309479303695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=1291329309479303695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1291329309479303695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1291329309479303695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-2999575083884442966</id><published>2009-07-09T08:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:50:48.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain and fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy Day Fun'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day Fun</title><content type='html'>So, I got a phone call from my grandmother last night saying there was a bad thunderstorm coming our way. I thought, okay, cool, I can see it out the door. I watched it's beauty from the comfort of my couch.&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, it was over and the sun was out.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, I was seven years old again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartwheels anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0tVs-tqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1aSCkENAIxY/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0tVs-tqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1aSCkENAIxY/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356456391584167586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating along.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0FR0xz5I/AAAAAAAAANw/wOCZiLG1cwE/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0FR0xz5I/AAAAAAAAANw/wOCZiLG1cwE/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455703348367250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cartwheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0FLquDMI/AAAAAAAAANo/fbDbPbWdbXs/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0FLquDMI/AAAAAAAAANo/fbDbPbWdbXs/s320/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455701695564994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own personal waterslide.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXz5pU8nNI/AAAAAAAAANg/FkRaRngOdSU/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXz5pU8nNI/AAAAAAAAANg/FkRaRngOdSU/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455503498878162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELLY FLOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXz5Uqc2HI/AAAAAAAAANY/XmgzOM8LmK0/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXz5Uqc2HI/AAAAAAAAANY/XmgzOM8LmK0/s320/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455497951926386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide Kolby slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXz5HH5xBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NWXJi1quHNs/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXz5HH5xBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NWXJi1quHNs/s320/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455494317360146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXzrrkUcWI/AAAAAAAAANI/7YIbFn8VWOI/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXzrrkUcWI/AAAAAAAAANI/7YIbFn8VWOI/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455263582056802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to do WHAT? (Kolbys carrying another crawfish to our bucket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXzrpc2qKI/AAAAAAAAANA/9ZQp8zpdduI/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXzrpc2qKI/AAAAAAAAANA/9ZQp8zpdduI/s320/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455263013873826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end it all Kolbys 'OMG a crawfish has my toe' Dance. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXzrMKhBPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/waMcMktrESQ/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlXzrMKhBPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/waMcMktrESQ/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455255152329970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't plan on getting wet. Just walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That worked out well. I want to thank Brian for giving me the idea! Because fifteen mins away, he was doing the same thing! Wish I could have been there to enjoy it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-2999575083884442966?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2999575083884442966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=2999575083884442966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2999575083884442966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2999575083884442966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-day-fun.html' title='Rainy Day Fun'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SlX0tVs-tqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1aSCkENAIxY/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-6497198719926192276</id><published>2009-05-16T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:36:01.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(I Just love doing this Daybook thing. =] So...here's another one. My version of 'A Simple Woman's Daybook.)&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you'd call this one a 'Teenage Daybook'....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;The sky is blue, it's pleasantry warm and makes me want to go out side and lay in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;about how sore I'm going to be in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;Still working on that financial aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; everyone family member who came to my Grad party today. THANK YOU SO MUCH for everything you've done and given me. I'll continue to make all of you proud. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;I just dug in our fridge and found POT ROAST! I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; red exercise pants and a blue and white 80's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;the World History Atlas. I found it while attempting to 'Declutter' my room. (Take notice that I said 'Attempt')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;..that I won't get sick again. Twice is enough for one month, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; a horse drawing. It isn't going down too well. Maybe I should stick to mythical bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt; the quiet sound of the air conditioner and my birds sporadic chirping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;no one's home but me. It's so quiet. I'm thinking of ordering a sandwich from domino's.....or maybe Tessa will bring me a subway sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; sitting with my dog. He's got heartworms, so now, every moment I spend with him matters more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday-Work Monday- Work Tuesday- pool work Wensday- Bank, Brian's Graduation Thursday-Out with Nanie, Tiff's Graduation Friday-Work Saturday-Work and Sunday- Church then work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture thought I felt like sharing with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabbage licking with Kate and Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sg9bkE__ESI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xrf525NASmg/s1600-h/Meg%27s+Camera23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sg9bkE__ESI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xrf525NASmg/s320/Meg%27s+Camera23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336584758832861474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-6497198719926192276?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6497198719926192276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=6497198719926192276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6497198719926192276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6497198719926192276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another Day, Another Dollar'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sg9bkE__ESI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xrf525NASmg/s72-c/Meg%27s+Camera23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-4648300661067341213</id><published>2009-04-08T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:53:42.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Venus Blow Your Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;it's already dark, but it's so beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;about every victim of the Holocaust and that I pray to God that it never happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;It's a never ending flow of Holocaust books, video shots and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; everything. Family. Friends. Work buddies. My dog, my bird and everyone I have ever met and will soon meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;Mexican casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; my work pants and a white tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;Lover Eternal A Novel of The Black Dagger Brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;..to get a few scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; that Hetalia drawing I mentioned last time. Still working on it. It's nearly through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt; 'Train' sing their wonderfully astronomical song 'Drops Of Jupiter'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;mom's schoolwork and babbling kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; watching the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...&lt;/strong&gt; Thursday: Work and leaving for Toldeo Bend. Friday-Sunday: Forget the rest of the world, college and work. It's time to rest and get inspiration for all my overdue stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture thought I felt like sharing with you..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sd1U7ZLMOuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OJJQtN_XfY4/s1600-h/prom+09+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sd1U7ZLMOuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OJJQtN_XfY4/s320/prom+09+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322503713968634594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sd1UmTBJERI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p5SPjhtadvM/s1600-h/prom+09+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sd1UmTBJERI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p5SPjhtadvM/s320/prom+09+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322503351538618642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-4648300661067341213?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4648300661067341213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=4648300661067341213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4648300661067341213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4648300661067341213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-venus-blow-your-mind.html' title='Did Venus Blow Your Mind?'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/Sd1U7ZLMOuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OJJQtN_XfY4/s72-c/prom+09+263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-135321477208478604</id><published>2009-04-02T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:28:37.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got So Big!</title><content type='html'>Mmmm. Between applying for college, worrying over financial support and work, I have my hands full! So when life kicks me in the butt enough, I drop it all for a few minutes and go to my Deviantart page.&lt;br /&gt;Where, in these times of need, I can go to Hei-chan's profile and indulge in her Hetalia drawings. She does them so beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're wondering what Hetalia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, then I'd be honored to explain. I am very proud of the Creator of this...odd series.&lt;br /&gt;It's an online comic that got really popular in a short few weeks. Not because the Manga-ka was famous or that they 'paid' thier way into it. It just kinda...happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hetalia a collection of one-shots, short chapters and spin-offs that revolve around the World's different countries. Each character represents one of our countries. Be it large or small.&lt;br /&gt;There's America, England, France and even Prussia, Russia and even the teeny tiny ones! Of course, some of them are named differently because the series takes place between World War I and II.&lt;br /&gt;The full name of the series is 'Axis Powers Hetalia'.&lt;br /&gt;The Allied forces are America, England, France, China, and Russia. The Axis Powers are Germany, Italy (South...i Think. He's a bit ditzy) and Japan. It's really funny, because England took care of America and now he's bigger than England!&lt;br /&gt;They fight constantly, but that's what makes it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, happy and so WEIRD, that even I can't help but go 'what?!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I thought I'd share this video some genius made.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning (Ignore the 'Baka Survivor part...-.-) you see three people. From left to right it's Japan, Germany and Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's a big group soon.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing bent over in blue is France.&lt;br /&gt;The blond in the glasses doing some....hands in the air thing is good ole' America. My hero. (Or so he says..)&lt;br /&gt;Doing the dance that has EVERYONE laughing because he would not be caught dead doing it, in England, in green.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Japan, Germany and Italy again, then China. (The idiot jumping up and down) And my FAV one Russia.&lt;br /&gt;I like Prussia, since he's evil and awesome, but he's not in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm There's Hello Kitty in there somewhere, (Note: That's REALLY what the cat looks like in japan......)&lt;br /&gt;And also a box, Italy's goof (His older brother is a jerk) and they're all sending him in boxes everywhere....&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm talking to much. WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlyak-1_qQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlyak-1_qQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-135321477208478604?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/135321477208478604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=135321477208478604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/135321477208478604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/135321477208478604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-got-so-big.html' title='You Got So Big!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-6966839404948003408</id><published>2009-03-25T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:51:03.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Day Book</title><content type='html'>I got it from my Nanie, who got it from a blogger on Blogspot. &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Simple Woman's Day Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;the sun is out and our garden is finally returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;that finding apartments is so much harder than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;I have a pile of Holocaust library books, ready to be read and conveyed into essay form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;left over Chinese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt; my sisters light up shirt and blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;Books on the Holocaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;.. to get into the Art Institute of Nashville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; a Hetalia Italy drawing to satisfy Hei-chan on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt;, because she's my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt; Law and Order from the TV across the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;there are golf balls and clubs scattered from here to there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; sitting in the backyard with my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...&lt;/strong&gt; Softball tournament and work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture thought I felt like sharing with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My brother and at I a Park in Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/ScqKC9I2zwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zdHmu-kep0Q/s1600-h/l_9ff36c9de3657d8b8dcdee0b4204556c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/ScqKC9I2zwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zdHmu-kep0Q/s320/l_9ff36c9de3657d8b8dcdee0b4204556c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317214093440372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-6966839404948003408?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6966839404948003408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=6966839404948003408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6966839404948003408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6966839404948003408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-day-book.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Day Book'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/ScqKC9I2zwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zdHmu-kep0Q/s72-c/l_9ff36c9de3657d8b8dcdee0b4204556c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-5207145576478380886</id><published>2009-03-12T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:56:28.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>Didn't I promise I'd talk about 'Way back then'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't live as far back as I would have liked. I do love the generation I was born into, but sometimes I wish I was from my grandparents times. Black and white television, legendary musical artists, The King of Rock and Roll, Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;Where local dinners were the hit spots to hang with your friends. Not the mall, or alley ways behind large buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Where cheeseburgers cost about fifty cents and a coke was a dime.&lt;br /&gt;Where walking down the streets alone wasn't a death sentence and you didn't have to look over your shoulder when night fell.&lt;br /&gt;Where family time meant sitting on the living room floor playing a card game, because not everyone had a TV yet. Shows were short, snappy and had really bad actors, but made us laugh anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Where our presidents weren't trying to deny our rights to be a free nation. They stuck to the constitution and even in war they never gave up, but at the same time, kept our nation from dissolving under the malice it created.&lt;br /&gt;Where a vacation meant an extremely long car ride to the Grand Canyon or the Rockies, or just to the local park, to sleep in your car and relax.&lt;br /&gt;Where music didn't sound like someone was trying to blow up your eardrums.&lt;br /&gt;Where 'calling up your friend' meant walking all the way to their house to visit, even if it was only for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I watch old video clippings from these times and just wish our nation was like that today. Sure, we've advanced in technology and in health and money. But what about Unity?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to 'United We Stand, Divided We Fall'?&lt;br /&gt;And The Pledge Of Allegiance?&lt;br /&gt;One Nation Under God?&lt;br /&gt;In God We Trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did it all go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ripped and corroded away by people who say they don't 'believe in it' and that it's an insult against their religion. Torn from the people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; use those words to define how they live their life.&lt;br /&gt;Why should we change &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;history, for the sake of their own?&lt;br /&gt;Open a History book, flip through the pages of one of the books from the Library of Congress. Dig into that world and tell me what you find.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there's war and death. Destruction and misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But what about faith? And hope?&lt;br /&gt;What about the ending of it all?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we win?&lt;br /&gt;And if we lost, didn't we do it with our heads held high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we take one large hunk of land full of Indians, rich plantation owners, poor people and bring them together to live together?&lt;br /&gt;If not in true peace, but one that kept us comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never peace. In order to create the perfect 'peace' we must first all be perfect. And we're not. We're only human.&lt;br /&gt;We are selfish and greedy, malicious and barbaric, but we live by the choices we make. What we do and say, effect not only ourselves, but the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you watch your great grandmother take a seat on her chair and just stare out at the sunset. Ask her what her childhood was like.&lt;br /&gt;War, loss and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I look at it, as unhappy as it may have been. It couldn't have been any worse than how people live today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Young - Pepsi Commercial for the SuperBowl. It was my favorite one.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCDNaP11hwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCDNaP11hwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-5207145576478380886?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5207145576478380886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=5207145576478380886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5207145576478380886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5207145576478380886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-6111617513244134073</id><published>2009-03-11T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:04:20.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hands On Deck!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, put your hands on the deck. I swear the wood is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that out of the way, I present to you, a new song! -Le gasp!- Jennette McCurdy, AKA Sam Puckket from iCarly, just released her first hit single. And a hit it is indeed!&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across it after my ball meeting last night. One of my youtube friends had favorited the song as a video.&lt;br /&gt;So out of curiosity I clicked the link and listened to it. Other than a few pitches in the high notes, she has a powerful voice for her age. I was actually more surprised by the country twang that accompanied the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to line dance all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, Jennette McCurdy with 'So Close'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fWKCEoS7hI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fWKCEoS7hI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-6111617513244134073?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6111617513244134073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=6111617513244134073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6111617513244134073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6111617513244134073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-hands-on-deck.html' title='All Hands On Deck!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-5395050510517943484</id><published>2009-03-05T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:45:51.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing To Fear...</title><content type='html'>Is fear itself.&lt;br /&gt;And spiders. Definitely spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few people in the world who fear spiders. I used to love them, I even let the huge one that fell in bed with me pass. Until I saw that huge spider in Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I see spiders as beautiful, but I'd rather them be in a box or as far from me as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I realized I don't fear much else. Except for the not wanting my family or friends to get hurt, there isn't anything else. I think about it often, shouldn't have more than those two fears? Fear of the future? Dirt? Tigers? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing turns up. I've been face to face with a snarling tiger, didn't flinch. I don't look too far into the future, I take it a day at a time. I mud-ride for goodness sakes, why would I be scared of dirt?&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's just better to check off each fear as I face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, life has gotten a lot busier since I got a job. Things I needed to to before I can do now. Like bring Shadow to get his shots. (Actually, that's about the only thing major that I've needed my money for....)&lt;br /&gt;Other than paying my mom back for shoes and a birdcage for Puggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-5395050510517943484?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5395050510517943484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=5395050510517943484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5395050510517943484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5395050510517943484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-thing-to-fear.html' title='The Only Thing To Fear...'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-2215879305457634628</id><published>2009-02-17T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:59:51.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For All The Fathers</title><content type='html'>My cousin played this in her car a few months back. She said it makes her want to go hug her dad. And when I listen to it, It made me want to go hug mine. ^^&lt;br /&gt;So here's to every father, from every girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift- The Best Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s6jzUD2Ra-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s6jzUD2Ra-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the lyrics &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-best-day-lyrics-taylor-swift.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-2215879305457634628?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2215879305457634628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=2215879305457634628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2215879305457634628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2215879305457634628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-all-fathers.html' title='For All The Fathers'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-1180874624819541412</id><published>2009-02-04T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:44:44.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When....</title><content type='html'>Now, don't expect reminisces about my 'younger years' or anything like that. I'll do that some day in the future when my younger years are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you here today to reminisce about the old shows I used to be obsessed over. Now, don't get me wrong, I still watch them from time to time. However, I am proud to say they are no longer the main focus of my life. (Not that they ever were, but people thought so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, without further ado, the links for the opening songs of a few shows that I used to watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-lcdQIWO9k"&gt;Blue Seed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show that I never really finished watching, due to the fact that Blockbuster and Hollywood vid stopped putting out VHS. Because they just ASSUMED that everyone tossed out the VCR. Well, You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUiKF-1alUg"&gt;Inuyasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course the third season opening song, but it's my fav! The song is my moms ring tone. I'm not sure WHY, lol, but it just is.&lt;br /&gt;Inuyasha was my first ever anime. I would wake up at midnight to sit on the stove in the kitchen and watch it. Of course, I ended up staying up later when I found out that Witch Hunter Robin came on right after!&lt;br /&gt;This show will ALWAYS be my first and favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FuWvmRPfkA"&gt;Descendants Of Darkness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I warn you before you watch this please. Take heed, there are scenes nudity(you can't really see anything) and may be a bit horrorish for children under the age of 16. This show does deal with the 'afterlife' and Guardians of Death. I found this series by accident. My best friend bought the first two books and I was HOOKED. There are a lot more of them, but it's hard to find them.&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the entire box set of DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;And to let curious minds know, NO, I do not believe in this stuff. I mean, in a way, I do, but just for fictions sake. I love a good plot-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oEeMV0Gbwc"&gt;Yu Yu Hakusho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. This is an old one. I remember reading the first chapter in the Shounen Jump magazine. Then, Cartoon Network played the edited episodes on Toonami. I own just about the entire series on DVD, but not all of them. But I've seen them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyIApHiGv2w"&gt;Chrno Crusade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only watched the first few episodes, but I read the manga. It was a very funny and sad series. But I enjoyed it nonetheless. A nun with a gun. Of course, she's not a real nun, more like an exorcist of sorts. But with a twist.&lt;br /&gt;Her partner is a demon called Chrno. He's a kind-hearted boy who would do anything to protect Rosette(that's the nun girl). She's looking for her brother and he's the only one who can help her. However, their contract is a deadly one. When he uses any of his powers, the pocket watch around her neck goes backwards in time and steals some of her life.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was sad, but it's well worth the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyIApHiGv2w"&gt;Rurouni Kenshin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It mean's 'Wandering Samurai'. It follows a young girl named Kaoru, who is desperate to keep her dead fathers dojo alive after the war. But a legendary swordsman who killed thousands strikes fear in the hearts of many.&lt;br /&gt;In comes a red-haired man with a cross-shaped scar on his cheek. No one knows his name, but he's just a wanderer.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, HE'S the legendary slayer and is a clumsy, dimwitted(at times), kind and regret-filled man. He aids Kaoru in her journey and she in his. The series is LONG with many movies, quite a few OVA's and odds twists.&lt;br /&gt;But I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now. Maybe soon, I'll talk about things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; kids would have done around that time. But I'm not normal...so get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-1180874624819541412?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1180874624819541412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=1180874624819541412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1180874624819541412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1180874624819541412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-back-when.html' title='Way Back When....'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-4880196298845512323</id><published>2009-02-03T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:27:42.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever And For Always</title><content type='html'>I spent the last two hours reading the final book of Fruits Basket. I have been reading this series for six years. (it was released over a span of eight years)&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning, I have known it would be tear filled, sad, happy, hilarious, and just a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;But it was also inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;It taught me things that you can only learn on your own. It wasn't cliche or one of those silly romances that don't happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Granted, humans turning into the 13 members of the Chinese zodiac doesn't happen in real life. However, their struggles, falling in love, betrayal, hate, anger, death, life, worrying over the future.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING they went through, was like drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate and asking for extra marshmallows. Hot and Sweet. Scalding on the tongue at times, but rewarding from the sweet taste.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to see it go.&lt;br /&gt;It has been my guiding light for six years. Teaching me that the future is scary, love doesn't always go as planned, and sometimes, you just need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, when I look at my collection of the books, I'll probably cry. I'll sit curled up in front of my bookcase and just cry. Not because I'm sad, or angry that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was so, so very wonderful to see. I can't even explain what it feels like, to have watched them grow from what they were at book one and to where they are now, in book 22.&lt;br /&gt;I can only smile and laugh and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Because only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can feel those feelings. You can feel them to, just in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a silly manga series. To you, that's what it will seem like.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, it's a world someone created in there mind, that has touched the hearts of millions all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you only to take this with you when you finished reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never really 'over'.&lt;br /&gt;There is never and End, only new Beginnings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that said. I leave you now. Go read the series. Go laugh and cry and feel invigorated after you've read it.&lt;br /&gt;The choice is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Fruits_Basket/1/00/"&gt;Fruits Basket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-4880196298845512323?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4880196298845512323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=4880196298845512323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4880196298845512323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4880196298845512323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-and-for-always.html' title='Forever And For Always'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-752729432019606279</id><published>2009-02-02T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:09:44.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Family Order</title><content type='html'>The table had various objects scattered over it surface, the plates didn't match and not everyone sat around it's wooden frame. She sat quietly, scooping up some mashed potato's as two young girls bounced into the kitchen, carrying two clear cages.&lt;br /&gt;Conversations started up, dishes were rinsed off and set into the sink. She skirted around the girls, petting the small mouse set in one of their palms before taking a seat again.&lt;br /&gt;She finished off her coke as the rest of them ate, exchanging old news, new news and news that no one really cared about, but was eager to listen to. The mice were snug in their cages, the littlest girl dragging her into the bathroom to wash their hands. Mice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;carry many illnesses after all.&lt;br /&gt;Music was listened to, cousins came home and got started on college homework after hugs were exchanged. Pictures were drawn, stories and adventures were told too loud and too fast. Boyfriends and girlfriends visited.&lt;br /&gt;Word scrambles were played (and most taking nearly 15 min each because the brains weren't working.)&lt;br /&gt;Movies were watched, pizza was delivered, eating commenced. Advice was given to eat before it was all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked out of the house after giving many hugs, thanking them for the wonderful day and waving bye to the ones shooting hoops outside.&lt;br /&gt;After hopping into the front seat of her dads truck, she watched out the window and let out a small sigh, perching her chin in her hand and smiling slightly.&lt;br /&gt;From there, she came up with a theory.&lt;br /&gt;Family wasn't always being 'together' in the same room. Although it is preferable and traditional, to her, it was just knowing they were THERE.&lt;br /&gt;Walking in or walking out.&lt;br /&gt;Dropping by to just say hi and drop off the morning paper or spending a day doing absolutely nothing and having a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;Home cooked meals or ordered in pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes right after lunch, shopping for shoes and just......being around the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house faded around a section of trees and she listened to her dad talk about his day. She leaned into the seat, ears trained on the words he was saying and just smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even if the weren't there long or they were there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;long, it's the simple knowledge that you're apart of the whole messy process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; This was really rough, spur of the moment and just....bleh. So, I hope you enjoyed. Constructive criticism is appreciated and welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2009 Megan Sonnier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-752729432019606279?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/752729432019606279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=752729432019606279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/752729432019606279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/752729432019606279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/02/table-had-various-objects-scattered.html' title='Family Order'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7918291551562723819</id><published>2009-01-30T12:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:28:35.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Weather</title><content type='html'>So, while everyone in the house is catching stomach viruses, I am hightailing my rear end out of this house. Not because I don't care about their health, but for the sake of the Job I start next Wednesday. I do NOT need to get sick a few days before my job.&lt;br /&gt;My father lives all the way in Sulphur, so the virus can't follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got insanely OCD as soon as the third kid got sick. Every time I touched something anyone else did, I washed my hands like two or three times. When I think about it, it's pretty silly and kinda rude, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't want to get sick. I have been trying for months to land a job, I will NOT let some silly little virus spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've decided to get into Commercial Arts. However, I'm not sure if I should go to Sowella for that, or The Art Institutes. First, I have to check to make sure AI is an accredited tech school.&lt;br /&gt;The closest one is in Huston, so I have quite a few months to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I would go into Culinary, but when I cook, I don't feel as passionate about it as others would. Mostly, it just calms me down. I'd get bored with it pretty fast. So what better way to keep me focused than by Design and Commerical arts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COURAGE isn't always a lion's roar. It is sometimes the heart at the end of the day saying, " I will try again tomorrow."---unknown&lt;/span&gt; (It's on a plaque I got my mother for her birthday two years ago.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7918291551562723819?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7918291551562723819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7918291551562723819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7918291551562723819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7918291551562723819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-weather.html' title='Under The Weather'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-8488342466395390910</id><published>2009-01-26T17:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:43:28.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Rain</title><content type='html'>I found a picture on Photobucket today, to put up on my myspace profile. It made me smile. Even though I'm losing my best friend, our financial situation is going father down hill and everything's falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I just kinda stopped to stare at it and just....smiled. Carrie Underwood's song 'So Small' was playing as well, in the background. I'll have the video link below, so watch it. It made me feel exhilarated and taught me not to take life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I'd share this picture with everyone. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SX5JsWUwMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/yaLKovA_vrU/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SX5JsWUwMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/yaLKovA_vrU/s320/Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295751238089978002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.&lt;br /&gt;It's about learning to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt; with the thunder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; with the lightning and&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; dance &lt;/span&gt;in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUtFEKhtB30"&gt;So Small-Carrie Underwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-8488342466395390910?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8488342466395390910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=8488342466395390910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8488342466395390910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8488342466395390910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing In The Rain'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SX5JsWUwMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/yaLKovA_vrU/s72-c/Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-5265723053445236423</id><published>2009-01-25T11:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:18:15.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rainbow Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV'/><title type='text'>Where Others Never Look</title><content type='html'>When I say inspirational, in this sense, I do not mean the Bible. I mean 'inspire', in the way that some book has inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across it at the library, 'The Rainbow Boys'. I wasn't so sure about reading it at first, it was focused on Gay relationships. But out if curiosity, I checked it out and spent three hours this morning reading the entire story.&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly a good read.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I could never imagine what homosexual, bisexual and lesbian's have had to go through after coming out. I have many friends that fall into those categories and I have always been there for them. But they don't always explain what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;I read this book and was appalled at the fact that Gays are treated like trash. The feelings of the three main characters played a serious toll on my emotional sensors. The book went through telling their parents, falling in love, HIV, AID's and dealing with people's opinions. It was, all in all, something I advise to anyone having trouble telling their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy and the book just proves that they're just like anyone else. God created you a specific way and if someone doesn't like that, ignore them. Don't EVER let someone's opinion change the way you see yourself.&lt;br /&gt;They're just insecure or assholes trying to look good.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, they make themselves look like morons. And even in church, when people talk about it, it takes all the willpower I have to stay quiet. So I just sit and listen, because to me, their take on homosexuality, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bisexual, but I have my own beliefs and I could care less what anyone else says about it. If you don't like gays or lesbians, keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone needing a little help dealing with yourself, read&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rainbow-Boys-Alex-Sanchez/dp/0689857705/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232907423&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt; This Book.&lt;/a&gt; Find it online or at your local library or book store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-5265723053445236423?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5265723053445236423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=5265723053445236423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5265723053445236423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5265723053445236423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-others-never-look.html' title='Where Others Never Look'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-514365470728692931</id><published>2009-01-22T15:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:04:13.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Today is Jason and Allen's Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are Allen and Jason you ask? They are a part of my imagination. There stories are a bit murky right now, only because they don't talk much about it. Much like Lynn, you could call them my '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romance Muse&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;They are, in my world, yin and yang. Light and Dark. The works. In a way, they're like....Guardians.&lt;br /&gt;Where Jason has darkness, Allen has light.&lt;br /&gt;Jason is just a regular high school senior, where Allen is a shape shifter. A fox. I can't wait to draw him up! In my mind, his fox form is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much, when my romance meter is running low, they always pop up and refresh it. It's so much fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I declared it their Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;January 22, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were born a few months back, however, I don't remember the date. So......boys, this one's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;Does this count as talking to myself? Hmmmmmmm.......I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-514365470728692931?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/514365470728692931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=514365470728692931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/514365470728692931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/514365470728692931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7421853140213628588</id><published>2009-01-11T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:12:53.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It! Softball Style</title><content type='html'>Across the nation the older brothers of Miley Cryus and Mitchell Musso swept the country with a hit single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shake it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that had every dancing and making fan video's that would keep me laughing for hours on end. The lyrics are simple, fun and no matter how many times I hear the song, I ALWAYS sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so very disappointed when my computer crashed a month or two back and I lost the original of this video I made for my little sisters allstar team. So for your enjoyment....Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-2ZYbR7yj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-2ZYbR7yj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7421853140213628588?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7421853140213628588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7421853140213628588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7421853140213628588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7421853140213628588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/shake-it-softball-style.html' title='Shake It! Softball Style'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-3392583248819149646</id><published>2009-01-10T17:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:22:07.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' La Vida Lynn</title><content type='html'>Note: Lynn is in italics, I'm underlined and Allen and Jason are bold.....Enjoy....I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: I found a song for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;-scowls- Yea. And she's been singing it for nearly two days straight. I didn't get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; sleep last night because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: -snorts- Pul-lease -waves her hand- I gave you something else to think about while Allen and I did karaoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Dreaming about Korey is NOT something I wanted to to think about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: Don't blame me for having an unrequited crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THAT WAS 6 YEARS AGO! He's a bastard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen: Is that the blond guy from last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;What are you doing in here?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: ALLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen: LYNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: ALLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason: Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen: -glares- what are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;That's a good question, what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; you two doing in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: I invited them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;You can't do that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: Can SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen: So wait....you not wanting to date blonds has nothing to do with your step dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.......-huffs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason: Ahhhhhh. That explains a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;-shakes a finger at him- How would you know?! You've only existed for two weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: -sighs dramatically- Korey and his posse made fun of her all through elementary school, it left deeps scars on her subconscious and now she despises men who are blond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;You make it sound like I'm mental or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen&lt;/span&gt; and Lynn: Aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason: They have a point. -he points to the two (now singing) people then to himself- We're not exactly....human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen: We don't even exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynn: -while singing- Only in her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;-grumbles and walks away as Ricky Martin's 'Livin La Vida Lora' blares from the speakers- I need a psychiatrist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn and the Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;OMG. I have a GANG! -cries- I'm going insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Writing is socially acceptable form of &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231629636_0"&gt;schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or So I tell myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-3392583248819149646?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3392583248819149646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=3392583248819149646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3392583248819149646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3392583248819149646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/livin-la-vida-lynn.html' title='Livin&apos; La Vida Lynn'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-315138328514391339</id><published>2009-01-06T16:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:58:42.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swallowtail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly'/><title type='text'>Taking Flight</title><content type='html'>I have been told over and over and over again, not to get a tattoo. And yes, I am listening, don't assume I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing it as an act of rebellion or to 'follow the crowd'. If there's one thing I know about myself, it's that I refuse to do what others do.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about watching someone else and copying what they do. Make your OWN destiny, don't let someone create one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan, is getting a black and purple swallowtail butterfly between my shoulder blades. Somewhere that if I don't want to show it off, it can't be seen and a place where if I want it to be seen, so it shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a while, talked to my mom (and even my DAD -le gasp-) and even though they tell me they don't want me to do it, they say it's my choice. I'll be eighteen soon and ready to take on the world. (Not everything....but it's a beginning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said that if I was going to do it, it had to have some sort of meaning behind it. So I thought about my previous choices and instantly felt kinda stupid. I wanted a fox. It's one of my favorite animals, however, it has no meaning in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some serious thought about it, I came to a conclusion. A butterfly. A black and dark purple, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swallowtail&lt;/span&gt; butterfly. Not quite as extravagant as the ones in real life, but following this design. (It took me forever to find it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWPhDziC9SI/AAAAAAAAALg/YfUS7d1FU9g/s1600-h/Pink_and_Silver_Glow_by_IceQueen987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWPhDziC9SI/AAAAAAAAALg/YfUS7d1FU9g/s320/Pink_and_Silver_Glow_by_IceQueen987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317842951959842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the one on her shoulder? That's the design I want. And before you ask, no I didn't get the idea from the show. I saw the design and fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made my decision. And people are going to try and talk me out of it, I know that. (Plenty have tried and none have really pushed it) They havn't pushed it because they KNOW I won't budge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies have always facinated me. They live thier lives like there's not a care in the world, even though they don't even last a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Vibrant and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Living life to the fullest everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-315138328514391339?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/315138328514391339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=315138328514391339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/315138328514391339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/315138328514391339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-flight.html' title='Taking Flight'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWPhDziC9SI/AAAAAAAAALg/YfUS7d1FU9g/s72-c/Pink_and_Silver_Glow_by_IceQueen987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-2594302378277153667</id><published>2009-01-04T20:18:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:40:34.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XXholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tsubasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Books, Books and The people in them</title><content type='html'>I give you the series that I am reading at this moment. I started off with D. Gray-man, however, it is so long, that I just read it in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you, The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFuxKeqtLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IrOA_MAwqEg/s1600-h/2060158936_36c81cc83b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFuxKeqtLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IrOA_MAwqEg/s320/2060158936_36c81cc83b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629228415300786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sayoran:&lt;/span&gt; Our main guy. There is a reason there are two of him. The one behind him with the eyepatch is a.....whoa. You didn't expect me to TELL you, did you?&lt;br /&gt;Go find out for yourself! I'll have the link at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFvG5C3IYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d68Yz8sJXTU/s1600-h/PDVD_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFvG5C3IYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d68Yz8sJXTU/s320/PDVD_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629601692393858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakura and Sayoran:&lt;/span&gt; Sakura is our main female, a bright, happy girl who loses her memories and Sayoran ends up going to different worlds to gather her memories, which resemble feathers.&lt;br /&gt;Each feather holds extrodinary power, so they must be careful with each step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFvdti-MuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z4bPL9-X36o/s1600-h/fye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFvdti-MuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z4bPL9-X36o/s320/fye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629993742840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fai D. Flowright&lt;/span&gt;: A magician(Or mage) from the world of Serasu or Celes. (It's called by either) He's a myseterious man with a painful past, if you fall for his fake smile, you would know. He's smart, witty and loves to pick on Kurogane by calling him silly nicknames using the first four letters of his name and adding a suffix.&lt;br /&gt;His magic comes from the blue color of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFwCqCAXTI/AAAAAAAAALA/cnoXkKlarbE/s1600-h/kuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFwCqCAXTI/AAAAAAAAALA/cnoXkKlarbE/s320/kuro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287630628454423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kurogane:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A ninja from a place in Japan called Nihon. He's brash, defensive and wants to become stronger, which is why he was sent away by the princess he swore to protect. Princess Tomoyo set a curse on him so that he could not die, but that if he killed he would lose his strength.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like Fai at first, the nicknames make him mad, however as time goes on, he shows serious emotions to the blond mage. From begging the Deminsion witch for a way to keep Fai from dying after -blank- gouged out his blue eye. He ended up turning Fai into a vampire, becoming his 'E' or prey. Fai can only drink from him and if he dies, so does Fai.&lt;br /&gt;To cutting off his arm to save Fai from the curse set upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFxN0XUlzI/AAAAAAAAALI/hLdtJyapWgM/s1600-h/faiandkurogane13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFxN0XUlzI/AAAAAAAAALI/hLdtJyapWgM/s320/faiandkurogane13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287631919718373170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fai and Kurogane&lt;/span&gt;: Vampire and his prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXXholic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFxjEmymdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YVnjiQPs8_4/s1600-h/xxxholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFxjEmymdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YVnjiQPs8_4/s320/xxxholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287632284855474642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuko:&lt;/span&gt; The Witch of Deminsions. She has many different names, but has one job.&lt;br /&gt;She grants wishes. However, for a price. The price is not money, but something precious to the one making the wish. The price must be of equal or more value of the wish being granted. She can be very serious, but has a wild side that Watanuki can't always handle.&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFyIq5IfwI/AAAAAAAAALY/xkrC0W3Kh1g/s1600-h/00005fky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFyIq5IfwI/AAAAAAAAALY/xkrC0W3Kh1g/s320/00005fky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287632930788114178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watanki and Doumeki:&lt;/span&gt; (In that order from left to right) Watanuki met Yuko when he needed to get ride of the spirts that wouldn't leave him alone. He can see them and for some reason, they follow him constantly.&lt;br /&gt;So, Yuko turns him into her slave in exchange for making the spirits leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;Doumeki is his self-proclaimed 'rival'. Except the only one yellings is usally Watanuki. They get closer during the series, when Doumeki saves his life countless times. It's said that where Watanuki can see, Doumeki keeps them away from him. Like a sheild of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;He even gave Watanuki half the sigh of his eye, which is why Watanuki's eyes are mismatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the series. Go to Onemanaga.com and find either one in the dropdown menu. I'd put in the link, but it's being wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-2594302378277153667?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2594302378277153667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=2594302378277153667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2594302378277153667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2594302378277153667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-books-and-people-in-them.html' title='Books, Books and The people in them'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SWFuxKeqtLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IrOA_MAwqEg/s72-c/2060158936_36c81cc83b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-8706231116626508328</id><published>2008-12-30T14:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:01:46.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>I've met a lot of people on my travels, and I'm not just talking about around the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking, everyday. On the internet, in different states.&lt;br /&gt;I've met assholes and jerks. Considerate humans and Saints. I've met those from young to old and old to young.&lt;br /&gt;Each person I've ever met, has left at least a minuscule of an impression on my life. Be it a simple hello on a bad day, a pat on the shoulder when I'm upset, helping me pick something up that I've dropped, or assisting my family during a tough time.&lt;br /&gt;It starts off with Tiffany. The girl next door. lol I've spent nearly 17 years with her, seeing her on weekends. Over the years, we've gotten much closer. We've been through just about everything together. Boys, family issues, addolecence, puberty. lol And I'm sure we'll go through just about everthing else that way.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14, I met a boy named Paul. My first real long-distance friend and a complete and total dork (but he's my dork. lol). Our conversation had just been a simple 'wow, I like you're signature picture'. It was simple, silly and not in a million years would I have even thought that it would be something more. He's one of my closest friends. I have a few, but he's always been there. I enjoy talking to him.He opened a door to a part of the world that I would have been lost if it hadn't been for his....lessons? -cough- &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same year, not to long after, I met my best guy friend. Brian. He was dating Nicole at the time(don't ask me how I remember these things) but he had been poking me in the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;From there, he joined us during mornings, the slowly during lunch. He was my first love. An arrogant, selfish, self-center, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smartass&lt;/span&gt;.(I sure know to pick em' don't I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) He reminded me of the assholes who had made my years at Grand Lake miserable. At first, I used him as a way to get over the past. But after a while, he became one of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;I joined the band that year. Met Samantha. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;, a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ditsy&lt;/span&gt; and was the best flute player I had EVER met. She's the one I can be crazy with. Our conversations are sometimes about things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gradeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; would hold and there's not need to be smart around each other. We don't see much of each other anymore, but it makes seeing her again a new thrill.And personally, I think she's my ONLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; best friend....o.0 Go figure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian. ha. What more can I say other than his name? Doesn't it just say 'conceded, perverted and the best guy a girl could know?' It does to me. The second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; best friend. And one of the few people that I can be perverted with and not feel like I don't know shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Nick. Good ole' Nick. My best friends ex-boyfriend, a bit of an intimidating asshole and the second guy to take me to homecoming. I consider him like a bodyguard. He thinks I'm the most complicated woman he's ever met. I don't give in, no matter how much be begs. And I suppose he takes that as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the one person you will all think I'm insane for mentioning. It would be Lynn. My...alter-ego? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Conscious&lt;/span&gt;? Split personality? No, I'm not mental, or sick. She's just...there. The person in my mind that whispers in my ear when I need comfort or advice. Like, some sort of older version of myself. You could also say that she's where I get my story inspiration from.&lt;br /&gt;Like a muse. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I've met hundreds of people. Nameless, faceless and random people. Some that I will never meet again and others I see rarely. Each one has taught me a lesson, be it 'smile, even when your life sucks' or 'don't do that, you'll regret it.'.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are more lessons out there, more people to meet and lives to change. So with the life I have, short as it could be, I'll take it a day at a time. So, spend your time perfecting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, not correcting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Meggers&lt;/span&gt; and Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-8706231116626508328?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8706231116626508328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=8706231116626508328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8706231116626508328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8706231116626508328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7532313060920378017</id><published>2008-12-21T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:33:18.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Far From Sober</title><content type='html'>So Hinder playing in Lafayette and New Orleans in Feb, and I'm actually considering GOING. lol There isn't nothing like some Motley Crew, Theory of a Dead Man and HINDER. Nope. Nope. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;All I can says is 'We're Gonna Be Up All Night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7532313060920378017?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7532313060920378017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7532313060920378017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7532313060920378017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7532313060920378017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/far-from-sober.html' title='Far From Sober'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-3223293265117510570</id><published>2008-12-18T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:58:07.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto Motto, Mr. Roboto</title><content type='html'>My Motto! I plaster it just about everywhere. All my profiles. (And boy do I have a lot of profiles in just about ever bloody place. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;.net&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crunchyroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lynndominant.newgrounds.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;newgrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Whew. You name it, I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to to share a bit of something that I live by. It's like my number one rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Too positive to be doubtful&lt;br /&gt;too optimistic to be fearful&lt;br /&gt;and too determined to be defeated.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cute little video for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; fans out there. It goes to prove, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; different, but with a little bit of Flash Pro 9, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deidara&lt;/span&gt; and Tobi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fangirl&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt; dance music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00b0ibisLoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00b0ibisLoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-3223293265117510570?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3223293265117510570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=3223293265117510570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3223293265117510570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3223293265117510570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/motto-motto-mr-roboto.html' title='Motto Motto, Mr. Roboto'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-4026096815979294850</id><published>2008-12-01T10:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:03:02.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allen's Piano</title><content type='html'>I found this video today. It's a excerpt from D. Gray-man, episode 93(which I'm no where near. I'm somewhere in the 15th or 16th episode). It didn't give much away except that most of them lived. The song is so...so very, very sad. I teared up and can not wait until I get to that end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....listen. I plan on learning how to play this, only to have a piece of Allen with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PwzHzs1tfz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PwzHzs1tfz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-4026096815979294850?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4026096815979294850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=4026096815979294850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4026096815979294850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4026096815979294850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/allens-piano.html' title='Allen&apos;s Piano'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-6368640229957577076</id><published>2008-11-29T11:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:01:46.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Home?</title><content type='html'>Home...&lt;br /&gt;Is not a house or a place. It's not a cardboard box or a two story mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sitting in the backyard with your dog sprawled out beside you, the sound of birds in the trees and the neighbors kids splashing around in the pool. It's being curled up on the couch, his arm around you and knowing there isn't anywhere in the world you'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;It's standing in the middle of a renovated room and seeing everything that used to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's standing on a mountain and staring out into the endless roll of hills and houses. That free feeling that makes you smile and lose yourself in a world that is entirely your own.&lt;br /&gt;It's laying out on a beach after running from a family fight, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and knowing you'll be able to forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;It's sitting alone on the front porch steps wrapped up in a coat and watching the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home...is not a place you can put on a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-6368640229957577076?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6368640229957577076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=6368640229957577076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6368640229957577076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6368640229957577076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-home.html' title='What Is Home?'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-3977468421033358334</id><published>2008-11-28T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:30:07.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosaline'/><title type='text'>Apple For My Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Live Forever, What Do You Live For?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from the popular book, Twilight. Or rather, the main line for the newly released movie.  All around the world, theaters were SOLD OUT of Twilight movie premier tickets. At 12:01 am on Friday, Nov 21, 2008 teenage girls everywhere were screaming as the movie began rolling across the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;I should know, I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Although, expectations were ridiculously high for this movie, mine were nowhere near as high as others. It was a low-budget film, what do you expect? Funny parts that weren't really supposed to be funny, weird make-up and bad acting.&lt;br /&gt;News from critics and older readers(and when I mean old...I mean...like past 30. No offense to those who are older and read it), swept across the nation, criticizing the small, stupid things that no teenage girl was paying attention to.&lt;br /&gt;They were far too engrossed in the wonderful actors that were chosen to play each character. When I pictured each on as I read the first book, seeing them on screen was like bringing my imagination to LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a bit choppy, but some parts blew my mind. My fav parts? The Baseball and Kissing scene.&lt;br /&gt;Some said that Robert and Kirsten had no chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all stark raving MAD. They were perfect and I'm looking forward to seeing them in the second Movie 'New Moon' ( I intend to go to that premier too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Twilight fans who enjoyed the movie(even though no movie is better than the book) keep your loyalty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you listen quietly enough, you can hear the sound of 10 million girls moving to Forks, Washington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-3977468421033358334?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3977468421033358334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=3977468421033358334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3977468421033358334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3977468421033358334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-for-my-lover.html' title='Apple For My Lover'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-5984175016722593155</id><published>2008-11-17T17:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:38:14.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wierdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insects'/><title type='text'>Lucky!</title><content type='html'>What's the best insect in the world?&lt;br /&gt;The SCORPION! XD lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to stop watching that movie.....(But The Rock is so...so....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Drop dead sexy? Sex on legs? Has a voice that makes even guys want him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: Most defiantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....damn. I envy the lucky bastard that gets him every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: You're bad. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell do you think I got it from? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Lurve,&lt;br /&gt;Meggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lynn. Don't forget me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Geh. Crazy, crazy me. lol......ahhh. I think the fevers getting to me. &gt;&lt;")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-5984175016722593155?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5984175016722593155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=5984175016722593155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5984175016722593155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5984175016722593155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-best-insect-in-world-scorpion-xd.html' title='Lucky!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7283824924222662884</id><published>2008-11-17T10:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:52:12.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celestial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Moonlight and Magic</title><content type='html'>My, My, My.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gotten a picture of the moon Saturday night. It was such a.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celestial&lt;/span&gt; sight. I didn't have my camera, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, but it was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It made me think lost love, tragic ends and new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginnings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lost love, for every woman who's lost her husband to the war.&lt;br /&gt;Tragic Ends for every family that has lost someone to unsuspected means.&lt;br /&gt;And New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beginnings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the lost ones would not want us to sit around and mourn them. Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of dying with them.&lt;br /&gt;Life FOR them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7283824924222662884?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7283824924222662884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7283824924222662884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7283824924222662884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7283824924222662884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/moonlight-and-magic.html' title='Moonlight and Magic'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-2803965490852606975</id><published>2008-11-14T13:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:53:44.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby Keith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Against City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Turner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garth Brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney spears'/><title type='text'>Music, Music, Music!</title><content type='html'>Some really good songs that I seriously advise you to listen to. So...go look them up on Youtube, Myspace Music or Imeem.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PVHi388I/AAAAAAAAAHk/P8m3vHRmCH4/s1600-h/thHinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PVHi388I/AAAAAAAAAHk/P8m3vHRmCH4/s320/thHinder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595100802872258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt; (Dude. Makes me want to pole dance... XD lol Tiff, wanna join?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PZI1VEFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qq5vMJEpIbQ/s1600-h/countrymusic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PZI1VEFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qq5vMJEpIbQ/s320/countrymusic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595169868189778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roots Are Showing&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cryst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al Shawada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3Pfjieq0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WsEuaQRoClU/s1600-h/thforever17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3Pfjieq0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WsEuaQRoClU/s320/thforever17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595280116099906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen Forever&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tro Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PmkKdt5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/5qyiUJLIbHY/s1600-h/th_loveandlustfinished.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PmkKdt5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/5qyiUJLIbHY/s320/th_loveandlustfinished.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595400542893970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tequila Moonlight&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elf Against City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right Now&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Like Me- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Banner ft Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told You So&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tap That&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan McCauley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Shouldn't Kiss Me&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toby Keith&lt;/span&gt; (OMG. The perfect slow dancing song. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3P0c07KxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LRKIL-2IqS0/s1600-h/pim.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3P0c07KxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LRKIL-2IqS0/s320/pim.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595639091669778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Than A M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emory&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3P9V5wsII/AAAAAAAAAIM/j34EhVIpwng/s1600-h/200712112328191942945089-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3P9V5wsII/AAAAAAAAAIM/j34EhVIpwng/s320/200712112328191942945089-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595791851729026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firecracker&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3QEsrKTiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aiu_l_551Fw/s1600-h/womanizer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3QEsrKTiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aiu_l_551Fw/s320/womanizer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595918223592994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Womanizer&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt; (Don't hate, she's a really good singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can think of at the moment.....hmm....=] So, go listen to them or something. Some are rock, some are country, some are pop. Since I like all sorts of music, it's only right that my favs are a mixture of just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Lurve,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-2803965490852606975?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2803965490852606975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=2803965490852606975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2803965490852606975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2803965490852606975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-music-music.html' title='Music, Music, Music!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SR3PVHi388I/AAAAAAAAAHk/P8m3vHRmCH4/s72-c/thHinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-3581401938483469174</id><published>2008-10-29T16:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:30:36.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabs and Sunburns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SQjiNzpwOqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JVCKA6rQa8Q/s1600-h/miami+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SQjiNzpwOqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JVCKA6rQa8Q/s320/miami+164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704891413936802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to The CrabHouse the saturday before we left Miami. I had forgotten I'd been there before, but once I saw the tables with the brown-paper tableclothes, I remember. So, it was this very resturant where we took Jerry to eat, since he'd been cooking for us all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided, since he'd been cooking for us, we might as well let someone cook for him.&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;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SQjjXg7QZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/wAXyjqWEwug/s1600-h/miami+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SQjjXg7QZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/wAXyjqWEwug/s320/miami+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262706157697394626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the grounp. =] Jerry and I guessed who sung what music that was played. We critizied AND praised. lol&lt;br /&gt;However, I got a bit of a sunburn,  scarifcing myself so my grandmother could have shade. Since I wanted to sit outside.&lt;br /&gt;It's not sunny in the picture, but it sure was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All. A great trip. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-3581401938483469174?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3581401938483469174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=3581401938483469174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3581401938483469174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3581401938483469174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/crabs-and-sunburns.html' title='Crabs and Sunburns'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SQjiNzpwOqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JVCKA6rQa8Q/s72-c/miami+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-783570242507813306</id><published>2008-10-22T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:50:15.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dippin' Dots and Pogo Sticks</title><content type='html'>Curious things...Pogo sticks.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed they don't sell them in stores anymore. Could it be that half the kids that wanted them, weren't heavy enough to even &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lift&lt;/span&gt; them, much less &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bounce&lt;/span&gt; on them? A friend of mine had gotten one for Christmas and we couldn't seem to bounce.&lt;br /&gt;Our dads could do it, but we couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;And being the young, female variety of humans, we hardly weighed 100 pounds. A far cry from the required weight it took to operate the large sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Dippin' Dots. The Ice Cream of the Future.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Mind telling me what year it will come from?&lt;br /&gt;It's good stuff, but is it really from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; if it was invented, what? Three or four years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Lurve,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-783570242507813306?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/783570242507813306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=783570242507813306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/783570242507813306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/783570242507813306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/dippin-dots-and-pogo-sticks.html' title='Dippin&apos; Dots and Pogo Sticks'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7736114833831781785</id><published>2008-10-20T17:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:54:11.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird Eating spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>Aracno.....whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SP0JnWa3T6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ktq1SmzSaxQ/s1600-h/PA170737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259370511476412322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SP0JnWa3T6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ktq1SmzSaxQ/s320/PA170737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now. While in Miami(Still there by the way) We went to a wonderful place called &lt;a href="http://http//www.butterflyworld.com/start.html"&gt;Butterfly World&lt;/a&gt;. Where I got to play with lorikeets, walk into a wonderful world of what a cute 4 year-old called 'Air Bugs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were everywhere, and I even had one land on me! See! See!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I named him Bob The Butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I name alot of things Bob...don't I? lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it was so beautiful. I was utterly speechless from all the fluttering wings and soft music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing could have been more beautiful than that very moment, standing amongst such small creatures that hardly live a mere few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was, to put it in dinsey terms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the bug exibit.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SP0K0c-_cnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vZH85zC28W8/s1600-h/PA170827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259371836088480370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SP0K0c-_cnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vZH85zC28W8/s320/PA170827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where I met this bug....er...I mean BIG fella. A real, live BIRD EATING SPIDER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a smaller version of it that I saw first and my grandmother was like, that thing could eat a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said, it's kinda...HOLY FUDGE MUFFINS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Which is what I said about the time I saw this big mother bird eater)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it all off. In each corner of the room, were branches hanging from the ceiling with a sign that said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beware: Spiders loose along the walls and ceilings. If you don't touch them, they won't hurt you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate spiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7736114833831781785?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7736114833831781785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7736114833831781785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7736114833831781785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7736114833831781785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/aracnowhatever.html' title='Aracno.....whatever...'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SP0JnWa3T6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ktq1SmzSaxQ/s72-c/PA170737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-1781837319865576850</id><published>2008-10-08T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:07:20.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Cajuns</title><content type='html'>My friend and I decided to start another YouTube account. =] Our goal is to make people laugh. No scripts, no rules.&lt;br /&gt;Just us and what we do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call ourselves the CrazyCajunChicks. Follow this link and it'll lead you to our YouTube Page. It's still under construction, so it's not as 'up to par' as I want it, but I'm putting up our first episode today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/CrazyCajunChicks"&gt;Click It! Click It! Click It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I love doing the linking thing. It's so much fun! I do it alot on my fanfiction profile page as well! I had to link to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master Of The Rebels&lt;/span&gt; the other day and It was SOOOO awesome. (Yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; figured it out, so sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go check us out! We're still setting things up, so uploading vids will be slow until we can get everything organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Lurve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-1781837319865576850?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1781837319865576850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=1781837319865576850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1781837319865576850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1781837319865576850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-cajuns.html' title='Crazy Cajuns'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7451481800868051533</id><published>2008-10-06T16:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:52:25.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish and Paintbrushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SOqHkyyEnTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5x8HTshB3gg/s1600-h/Sai_by_Quinninism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SOqHkyyEnTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5x8HTshB3gg/s320/Sai_by_Quinninism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254160981457935666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                Okay, So, you see the the cute guy with the funny-looking lion behind him? That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt;, my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; Obsession. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt; is painting. And he's damn good at it. He uses them both as weapons and a means to gather information. Plus, it helps that he's sexy as all get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the picture below. That's me in the middle, Hilda to in the black dress and Sam in the red dress. The guy in the red shirt next to her is her boyfriend John. This was taken at the homecoming dance this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. (It rocked hard core)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SOqHlJyo48I/AAAAAAAAAEk/w-1RUtKVajY/s1600-h/Homecoming+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SOqHlJyo48I/AAAAAAAAAEk/w-1RUtKVajY/s320/Homecoming+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254160987634328514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7451481800868051533?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7451481800868051533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7451481800868051533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7451481800868051533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7451481800868051533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/goldfish-and-paintbrushes.html' title='Goldfish and Paintbrushes'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SOqHkyyEnTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5x8HTshB3gg/s72-c/Sai_by_Quinninism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-4822063439388922884</id><published>2008-10-02T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:30:48.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Against The World</title><content type='html'>I found an article online about the soldier who's funeral was interrupted by idiots with picket signs. You know, those morons that claimed he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that family sued everyone of those morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the lesson of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's wrong, it says so in the bible that sodomy is forbidden.  We're brought forth on this earth to bring forth new life. And since their love is wasteful, it is forbidden by God. But it also says not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did he create people with those feelings? We'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I look at is, Love is love. Doesn't matter your religion, race, or gender. I have many bisexual, homosexual and lesbian friends, I even have a friend who doesn't believe in God, but I've never judged them.&lt;br /&gt;They're just as human as anyone else, I've never forced my religion on them and they've never done it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would probably shock some people that I know so much, but come ON, do you honestly think I haven't researched this stuff? Read about it in a book when I was younger? I'm not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help who you love. So for those assholes out their with their picket signs, their harsh words and their JUDGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a wake-up call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sinning just as much as they are. You're judging them and disobeying the bible. So take that into thought before you hurt someone. Because that one person you call names, or insult about being gay, could commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's no different than murder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-4822063439388922884?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4822063439388922884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=4822063439388922884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4822063439388922884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/4822063439388922884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-against-world.html' title='Me Against The World'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-8243938058758106525</id><published>2008-10-01T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:28:50.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it off! 0.0</title><content type='html'>Went homecoming dress shopping today. ^^ It was loads of fun, but took ALL day before we found a bloody dress. But I found out today, Glitter is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.....horribly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that dress on and I had glitter attached to me for the rest of the day. I'm STILL trying to wash the stuff off my hands and cloths.&lt;br /&gt;So beware of the glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a wise man once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; glitter. I swear to God, I used that shit in SIXTH grade and I'm STILL picking off sparkles at thirty. Glitter is like the herpes of the art world."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;-Menasche &lt;/b&gt;(DarkAlbino's teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. To have a teacher like that.  =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-8243938058758106525?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8243938058758106525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=8243938058758106525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8243938058758106525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8243938058758106525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-it-off-00.html' title='Get it off! 0.0'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-6782907967990895323</id><published>2008-09-30T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:16:49.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It comes with stickers!</title><content type='html'>XD OMFG! It comes with stickers! (Or at least...that's what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pointless wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-6782907967990895323?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6782907967990895323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=6782907967990895323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6782907967990895323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/6782907967990895323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-comes-with-stickers.html' title='It comes with stickers!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-5415124592717521859</id><published>2008-09-29T16:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:10:17.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>Whoa! =] New fanfiction idea just popped into my head the other day. It rocks hardcore! Can't write it untill I'm done with the other stories I have on hold. (It's only a few....lol)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, It's going to be another horror one. Much worse than my first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going ALL out on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prepare yourselves. ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be,&lt;br /&gt;BloodredAngel808&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-5415124592717521859?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5415124592717521859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=5415124592717521859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5415124592717521859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/5415124592717521859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-1686464453733404974</id><published>2008-09-29T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:57:43.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob The Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Keep in mind that I'm 17 and sometimes have the personality of a 4 year-old..sometimes....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mowing the grass the other day, (It got LONG. o.o) and while attempting to cut it all down, I saw something hopping around in the grass. It was a little frog. Anyways, I stopped the mower and tried to catch it, but it hopped away and I couldn't see it anymore, so I went to front yard to sit with my mom and grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;I was giving it time to run away.&lt;br /&gt;A little later, I went back and started it up again. After mowing down to the grass below, I screamed. There was the frog, sitting where the lawn mower had just been. I kicked off my shoes, bent down to pick him up and let out a squeal of joy. Then ran to the front yard, my golden retriever/chow mix(Shadow) beside me, obviously sharing my joy.&lt;br /&gt;I showed him to my mom and grandmother, sister and brother, then let him sit in my hand for a while. " I'll name him Bob. Bob the frog."&lt;br /&gt;" That's a toad." Brianna(my half-sister) stated, giving me a funny look.&lt;br /&gt;" So?! It's still a frog! an....anphibian...right?"&lt;br /&gt;My mom slapped her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;So I bounced around in a circle, trying to find a spot for him and they suggested putting him in the garden. So I did that, then bounced back to finish my job.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved a life.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how small it may have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-1686464453733404974?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1686464453733404974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=1686464453733404974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1686464453733404974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1686464453733404974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/bob-frog.html' title='Bob The Frog'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-1966342458961298030</id><published>2008-09-27T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:56:18.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIAR!</title><content type='html'>Don't touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't....don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; me with those hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everytime you do, I lose myself. It's like you take my heart from my breast and hold it hostage till you're gone. I hole every feeling for you deep inside, swirling around in a choatic mess of emotions. Hoping...wishing...that it'll fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all floods back to me. Filling my being. Corrupting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop touching me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied. You LIED when you told me you loved me. In desperation...in panic, I pushed it away. I'm not meant for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tainted. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty. &lt;/span&gt;I'm like a large pack of lies. Of misery. Of pain. Of Anger. My body is the only innocent thing about me. The rest of me is black. Sinful. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corrupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I live off of others pain. Feeding off thier anger. Soaking up thier misery. I'm a bad liar.....but such a talented one as well. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it grand? I can fool anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you even care about me at all? I know i'm twisted....and impure. But really, what's so special about her anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does she have that I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so few things to live for. Without them, I'd be nothing but an empty shell. A blank doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You're all I have to live for!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't touch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me with those hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it does is make me fall in love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-1966342458961298030?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1966342458961298030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=1966342458961298030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1966342458961298030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/1966342458961298030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/liar.html' title='LIAR!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-2254734666614864242</id><published>2008-09-26T16:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:55:31.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiders'/><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SN1XJ13gaSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fiF70i80JHc/s1600-h/l_f51e4eb9f807271bcc9904d5134d2c9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SN1XJ13gaSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fiF70i80JHc/s320/l_f51e4eb9f807271bcc9904d5134d2c9d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250448567174195490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that stupid thing hanging off the web? Nearly ran into it. Spun right around and let out the most annoying scream ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of spiders, for I am the self-proclaimed "Spider-Squisher" in my home. However, after seeing this HUGE ass spider on the way home from Gustav, I started having nightmares about them.&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to leave for Ike, we went to see if it was still there and it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;I had pleasant dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is..until we went to the fish hatchery in Branson.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're seeking revenge. Because after nearly running into this one, I ran straight through a Black Widow's spider web on the trail. Bloody thing landed in my hair! I didn't freak(though sister and brother think I did), but it's not exactly a walk in the park when a poisonous spider lands on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to all the spiders out there waiting to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just scare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-2254734666614864242?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2254734666614864242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=2254734666614864242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2254734666614864242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/2254734666614864242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SN1XJ13gaSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fiF70i80JHc/s72-c/l_f51e4eb9f807271bcc9904d5134d2c9d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-8588761655101613733</id><published>2008-09-25T08:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:55:16.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>God's Little Half Acre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SNuWPxQ_vDI/AAAAAAAAADU/9ys7g9cvbss/s1600-h/Ike+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SNuWPxQ_vDI/AAAAAAAAADU/9ys7g9cvbss/s320/Ike+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954988297272370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lost on the way up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Missouri&lt;/span&gt; after evacuating from Ike. I messed up on a road on the map and it turned out to be made of GRAVEL.&lt;br /&gt;Not paved at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;It was steep, twisted and very long. I was having fun, by my grandmother was getting nervous. But while along the road, we saw these curious yellow flowers along each side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every once&lt;/span&gt; and a while, they would be gone, then show up again.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I got overwhelmed with this feeling like God was trying to  tell us something.&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt; about the road,  the flowers would show up. My grandmother's favourite color flower is yellow!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I love flowers in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while we found a small graveyard with a small sign that read 'God's Little Half Acre'. And after getting to the end of the road and finding out the road we were trying to get to was CLOSED, I realized that God was just trying to calm us down.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Nature to guide our way and keep us from being fearful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, though I walk through the                                                valley of the shadow of death, I                                                will fear no evil: for thou art                                                with me; thy rod and thy staff                                                they comfort me. Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;preparest&lt;/span&gt; a                                                table before me in the presence of                                                mine enemies: thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anointest&lt;/span&gt; my                                                head with oil; my cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;runneth&lt;/span&gt;                                                over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 23: 4 and 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-8588761655101613733?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8588761655101613733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=8588761655101613733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8588761655101613733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/8588761655101613733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-litte-half-acre.html' title='God&apos;s Little Half Acre'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SNuWPxQ_vDI/AAAAAAAAADU/9ys7g9cvbss/s72-c/Ike+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-3533217686884280394</id><published>2008-07-12T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:16:09.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SHjcUAPFacI/AAAAAAAAADM/pwva4ESO-3M/s1600-h/P6080126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SHjcUAPFacI/AAAAAAAAADM/pwva4ESO-3M/s320/P6080126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222166004154853826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we won our first Allstar tournament at the begining of the season.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're finally about to leave,(in a few days) for the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I personally havn't been going to the tourn. because I was vacationing with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;But this one I'm going to. =] I look forward to watching them kick everyone out of thier way for a chance to make it to Nationals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PURE ENERGY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-3533217686884280394?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3533217686884280394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=3533217686884280394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3533217686884280394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3533217686884280394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-champions.html' title='We Are The Champions!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/SHjcUAPFacI/AAAAAAAAADM/pwva4ESO-3M/s72-c/P6080126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-7510880468218712879</id><published>2008-07-08T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:03:30.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Off Your Stiletto's!</title><content type='html'>Never understimate the wrath of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-7510880468218712879?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7510880468218712879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=7510880468218712879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7510880468218712879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/7510880468218712879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/kick-off-your-stilettos.html' title='Kick Off Your Stiletto&apos;s!'/><author><name>L. Sonnier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604140104083860856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwxGUKYA_gs/TDi0R6SzBTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Lc8-KfWnm0/S220/forblogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380933972892600238.post-3189558711811460812</id><published>2008-07-07T16:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:54:41.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro Station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shake It'/><title type='text'>Shake it?</title><content type='html'>The center of humanity revolves around the wonderful creation called 'Music'. Those awesome beats, catchy lyrics and spectacular dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;However, not everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;agrees&lt;/span&gt; with the choices of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either 'The lyrics suck' or 'The beat is off' and the forever popular 'They stole that from another song'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music. All shapes, sounds and forms of it. It molds our world into sections of different people. From Metal to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;. Country to Rap and Pop to Punk.  They scatter the genre's throughout the teenage population and hope to mold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, not four or five days ago, I was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. (Awesome site, by the way) My friends and I call the arguments people have in the video comment '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; War'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fun and it isn't friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new song 'Shake It' by Metro Station, had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of odd comments. Most of them revolving around the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cryus&lt;/span&gt; and Mitchell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Musso's&lt;/span&gt; brothers are the two main vocalists. But me and another girl got in a war with some woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said they're lyrics were no better than what a 5 year-old could come up with and that if the youth was listening to crap like this, then the future would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make the future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people who whine and grip about one song that they don't like, aren't going to make it very far into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those fans out there of Metro Station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP ON SHAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZP_o9nRE9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZP_o9nRE9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/380933972892600238-3189558711811460812?l=insanityandmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3189558711811460812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=380933972892600238&amp;postID=3189558711811460812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3189558711811460812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/380933972892600238/posts/default/3189558711811460812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanityandmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/shake-it.html' title='Shake it?'/><author><name>L. 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