<?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-5886997810606816224</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:51:14.144-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='songs'/><category term='photos'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Allie's Little Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>A little corner of the web dedicated entirely to my "oh, I'd love to share this with others!" moments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-4479862406047840399</id><published>2009-10-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:59:19.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye halve a spelling checker</title><content type='html'>I found this rather nerdy poem in the book &lt;em&gt;I before E, (except after C) &lt;/em&gt;by Judy Parkinson, which I was reading out of pure boredom the other day. Whoever wrote it definitely had too much time on their hands :)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SuHrex7Pc2I/AAAAAAAADqY/lOnQmq3MnL8/s1600-h/spell+check.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395852742596981602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SuHrex7Pc2I/AAAAAAAADqY/lOnQmq3MnL8/s200/spell+check.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 188px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye halve a spelling checker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came with my pea sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It plainly marques for my revue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye strike a key and type a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And weight four it to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather eye am wrong oar write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It shows me strait a weigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as a mist ache is maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It nose bee fore two long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eye can put the error rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rare lea ever wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye have run this poem threw it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye am shore your pleased two no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's letter perfect awl the weigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My checker tolled me sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Margo Roark.&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/5886997810606816224-4479862406047840399?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4479862406047840399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=4479862406047840399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/4479862406047840399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/4479862406047840399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/eye-halve-spelling-checker.html' title='Eye halve a spelling checker'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SuHrex7Pc2I/AAAAAAAADqY/lOnQmq3MnL8/s72-c/spell+check.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-1119676228304464331</id><published>2009-10-20T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:34:44.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>About that long absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm back! After a very (very) long "summer break," the blog is now up and running again :) Two reasons it kinda fell by the wayside:&lt;br /&gt;1. I spent two months this summer helping at an orphanage in Guatemala (as most of you probably know). Quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell in love with a lot of cute little orphans &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394686594515713298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/St3G4ByrvRI/AAAAAAAADpI/8zVFtgLYWJM/s320/Guatemala+09+(140).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394686581805591970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/St3G3ScWraI/AAAAAAAADpA/1u-aCH376ro/s320/Guatemala+09+(110).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to know some of the amazing men and women who work at Casa Bernabe (the orphanage), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394871850130280546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/St5vXUvFEGI/AAAAAAAADqA/v34PAQsM3BI/s320/Guatemala+09+(47).JPG" /&gt;and was amazed by both the tropical beauty and third world poverty of Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394872903415188514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/St5wUohxTCI/AAAAAAAADqI/J9rUtYjS6_s/s320/Guatemala+09+(477).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394872910360607810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/St5wVCZr_EI/AAAAAAAADqQ/Hrv4kwZJ5KE/s320/Guatemala+09+(326).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2 for not posting: School just started, and I've been busy with exams! That's not really an excuse though, 'cause I find that all of the reading and assignments in school is about the only thing that gets my brain running! So, that's generally why my posts only happen during the school year, even with exams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my extended sabatical is over, I can't promise that I will be any more &lt;em&gt;regular&lt;/em&gt; in posting (the whole point of this blog is that it is composed of random things that strike me as interesting), but I can promise that there will be more posts! (Not that people necessarily care...I just do it because I like to! :) So with that being said, I'll be writing soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-1119676228304464331?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1119676228304464331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=1119676228304464331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1119676228304464331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1119676228304464331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-that-long-absence.html' title='About that long absence...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/St3G4ByrvRI/AAAAAAAADpI/8zVFtgLYWJM/s72-c/Guatemala+09+(140).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-6530621015504511650</id><published>2009-03-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:00:24.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Lovely?</title><content type='html'>I just made my first cake! Aren't you proud of me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SbMKlmA6yeI/AAAAAAAAClk/Ijhc0DxkVEM/s1600-h/March.6.07+005.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SbMKlmA6yeI/AAAAAAAAClk/Ijhc0DxkVEM/s400/March.6.07+005.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is why I always let my Mom and Sean take care of the cooking.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-6530621015504511650?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6530621015504511650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=6530621015504511650' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6530621015504511650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6530621015504511650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/isnt-it-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Lovely?'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SbMKlmA6yeI/AAAAAAAAClk/Ijhc0DxkVEM/s72-c/March.6.07+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-8459064147421023893</id><published>2009-01-21T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:46:43.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' to a ripe old 96.8!</title><content type='html'>Well, according to AARP's Longevity Calculator, that's how old I may very well live to be! And I could add 2.6 years onto that if I'd get more exercise and eat more veggies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it yourself at &lt;a href="http://longevitycalculator.aarp.org/"&gt;http://longevitycalculator.aarp.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, taking this quiz at 18, when it's really designed for more like 40 year olds, does mean that I may have tweaked the system a bit to make it more accurate... (Yes I'm in a happy relationship...with my family. Yes, I'm satisfied with my job...that's practically what school is, right? And, I'm &lt;em&gt;planning on&lt;/em&gt; getting a 2 year college degree...even if I don't have it yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to re-take it in a couple of years and see where I'm at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-8459064147421023893?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8459064147421023893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=8459064147421023893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/8459064147421023893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/8459064147421023893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/livin-to-ripe-old-968.html' title='Livin&apos; to a ripe old 96.8!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-5429483811427968641</id><published>2009-01-20T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:24:28.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet...Elinor Dashwood</title><content type='html'>Haha, so I took the Jane Austen personality test, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizelinor.jpg" width="200" height="300" alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I actually feel I am more like Jane Bennett from Pride and Prejudice, but she wasn't an option, so I suppose Elinor is the next closest :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-5429483811427968641?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5429483811427968641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=5429483811427968641' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/5429483811427968641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/5429483811427968641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/meetelinor-dashwood.html' title='Meet...Elinor Dashwood'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-9154050063026895654</id><published>2009-01-08T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:09:33.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of the Web!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so lately, I got to thinking about the many free websites that I have grown to love and use on a daily basis. Sadly though, many of my friends have no clue that they even exist! So, to fix that problem, and hopefully introduce some of you to the most wonderful websites you've ever been to, here is my very random list of websites I have deemed &lt;strong&gt;Best of the Web&lt;/strong&gt;. Check 'em out--they're all free, and you might find they become a favorite of yours, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I feel I should mention some websites that everybody already &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; know about, but that are amazing anyways. This would include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best search engine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.com/"&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best social networking site:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that I actually have an account, but that doesn't negate the fact :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for the fun ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Photo-Sharing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, Flickr wins this one. If you ever take pictures, whether you've just got your little pocket-camera or a ginormous SLR, you should absolutely get a flickr account. It's a great way to get your pictures out into the photography world! You can post your pictures for your friends to comment on, and you can keep track of all the pictures your friends are taking. And when you join groups with other photographers, you can see learn all sorts of new photography tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Book Site:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodreads.com/"&gt;Goodreads.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this caption doesn't make much sense, so allow me to explain. Well, better to just explain what Goodreads is, and you'll see why it's the best. With Goodreads, you can keep track of every book you've ever read: rate it, write a review about it, suggest it to your friends, put it in a bookshelf--everything. You can also see what books your friends are reading and how they're liking them, or check out an individual book and see what people are saying about it before &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; start reading it. Goodreads is SO cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Online Dictionary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onelook.com/"&gt;Onelook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This title is easily won by Onelook. Sure, I know that there are a gazillion different online dictionaries out there, and you're probably thinking that they're all the same. WRONG! Because Onelook isn't just one dictionary; it is a page that searches the best dictionaries out there (oxford, merriam-webster, etc) and provides a link to each site's definition of your word. This is great especially if you are writing a paper or in debate, because you can look over a couple of definitions and pick the one that works best for you, then cite it directly from the dictionary's page. If you don't want to go to all that work, it provides one concise definition right on the main page. It's so clean and easy, and there are no ads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best for Buying/Selling Textbooks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigwords.com/"&gt;Bigwords.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this website I just discovered last month, when I was selling back all my schoolbooks. It's amazing. You type in the ISBN of the book you want to buy or sell. Their "machine" searches all the major book selling/buying websites for your textbook. It compares prices, takes into account extras like shipping and coupons, and then spits out a list of the best places to buy/sell your book. It does all the work for you in seconds, and is totally free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Knitting Website:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's actually a tie between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/"&gt;Knittinghelp.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.knittingpatterncentral.com/directory.php"&gt;Knitting Pattern Central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know many of you don't care. But I said this was going to be a list of the websites I've found most helpful, and these definitely make it! So, for any knitters out there, here's what I love about each of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/"&gt;Knittinghelp.com&lt;/a&gt; has wonderful step-by-step videos of almost every stitch and technique known to knitting. So helpful if you're trying something for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knittingpatterncentral.com/directory.php"&gt;Knitting Pattern Central&lt;/a&gt; is just a compilation of thousands of different knitting patterns, organized into categories. If you're looking for a pattern online, this is where you'll find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all of my Best of the Web winners! If you have also come to know and love any of these websites, please comment! And, if you have your own "Best of the Web" sites, feel free to share them, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-9154050063026895654?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9154050063026895654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=9154050063026895654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/9154050063026895654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/9154050063026895654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-of-web.html' title='Best of the Web!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-1277654712138419151</id><published>2008-11-30T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:54:42.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>A Day in DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I was going to do a philisophical post about "when a tree falls in a forest," but then I went to DC yesterday with Sam, a couple of his friends, and Cody, and decided that would be much more fun to post on! It was an amazing trip. We speed toured the ENTIRE city, and I mean that literally. I mapped it out later--6 miles of walking! And it was so much fun finally having Sam home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so any post of DC has to start with a picture of the White House...even if it wasn't the first place we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNE7g1iiBI/AAAAAAAABRc/1lraSAliEuc/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635377798449170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNE7g1iiBI/AAAAAAAABRc/1lraSAliEuc/s400/Nov.29.08+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever been to the Old Post Office? I'd never heard of it before--turns out it's the second tallest building in DC (behind the washington monument) and has an even better view. And it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNE6x2tifI/AAAAAAAABRU/6kzfzxOi6Tc/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635365186898418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNE6x2tifI/AAAAAAAABRU/6kzfzxOi6Tc/s400/Nov.29.08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNE6uJCvcI/AAAAAAAABRM/3Tyxcgi6CjY/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, this was our reflection in the elevator ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEQOqlL7I/AAAAAAAABRE/-XHuTQSOJSg/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634634186272690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEQOqlL7I/AAAAAAAABRE/-XHuTQSOJSg/s400/Nov.29.08+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEPy2snEI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sobuOEfjy6Q/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634626720898114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEPy2snEI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sobuOEfjy6Q/s400/Nov.29.08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEPtaMuDI/AAAAAAAABQ0/fC2zpudYC-I/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634625259190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEPtaMuDI/AAAAAAAABQ0/fC2zpudYC-I/s400/Nov.29.08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like how old this picture looks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEPYAwoCI/AAAAAAAABQs/vjZUSaI8PYM/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634619515346978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEPYAwoCI/AAAAAAAABQs/vjZUSaI8PYM/s400/Nov.29.08+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then down the dark and gloomy staircase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEOvcLePI/AAAAAAAABQk/zEkLtxswr8s/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634608624498930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNEOvcLePI/AAAAAAAABQk/zEkLtxswr8s/s400/Nov.29.08+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: some memorial I've never been to before. Navy or something? I dunno...but it had a really cool map of the world that you could walk all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND1xwjl-I/AAAAAAAABQc/cLHjKJOtJmw/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634179750107106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND1xwjl-I/AAAAAAAABQc/cLHjKJOtJmw/s400/Nov.29.08+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home. (I photoshopped the label in afterwards, if you were wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND1VFm-dI/AAAAAAAABQU/CjnXbnJZoZY/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634172053780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND1VFm-dI/AAAAAAAABQU/CjnXbnJZoZY/s400/Nov.29.08+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth in Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND0-3rGjI/AAAAAAAABQM/rR8yD5x5UTI/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634166089751090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND0-3rGjI/AAAAAAAABQM/rR8yD5x5UTI/s400/Nov.29.08+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam wanted to stand in the Black Sea (biggest inland sea in the world he informed us), but couldn't remember which one it was :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND0aTas4I/AAAAAAAABQE/ya28avGdj0M/s1600-h/DC+for+Blog-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634156274004866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STND0aTas4I/AAAAAAAABQE/ya28avGdj0M/s400/DC+for+Blog-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody shivering at the North Pole (so cute! ...but don't tell him I said so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDzTUXwKI/AAAAAAAABP8/OdXSnnGk3Yc/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634137219088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDzTUXwKI/AAAAAAAABP8/OdXSnnGk3Yc/s400/Nov.29.08+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the maps. This was the fattest squirrel I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDM_R2EwI/AAAAAAAABP0/q1_dD2sw4pY/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274633479004754690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDM_R2EwI/AAAAAAAABP0/q1_dD2sw4pY/s400/Nov.29.08+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some birds who were people-watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDMTVhHRI/AAAAAAAABPs/UMZe6a_7N_A/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274633467208998162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDMTVhHRI/AAAAAAAABPs/UMZe6a_7N_A/s400/Nov.29.08+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillin' at the WWII Memorial... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629985406603762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNABonI0fI/AAAAAAAABOE/Pw5vtGOsiUA/s400/Nov.29.08+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the weirdest thing ever! It was counting UPSIDE DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDMAGEX0I/AAAAAAAABPk/_S_7EdSXH7U/s1600-h/DC+w+Sam+and+Friends+Nov08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274633462043926338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDMAGEX0I/AAAAAAAABPk/_S_7EdSXH7U/s400/DC+w+Sam+and+Friends+Nov08-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody mentioned that he felt like doing a flip in the grass by the tidal basin...but he was too shy to do one. So Josh promised Cody that if &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; did one, &lt;em&gt;Sam&lt;/em&gt; would too. Yeah, what are friends for? I didn't whip out my camera fast enough to catch Cody, but I got Sam, who was a very good sport. Brother points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDLQoWHlI/AAAAAAAABPc/6m7dA2BG6wQ/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274633449302793810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDLQoWHlI/AAAAAAAABPc/6m7dA2BG6wQ/s400/Nov.29.08+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely next time you walk around the tidal basin...you just might be surprised by what you find in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDLJm-CVI/AAAAAAAABPU/_wzoSD_b8Yo/s1600-h/DC+for+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274633447417973074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNDLJm-CVI/AAAAAAAABPU/_wzoSD_b8Yo/s400/DC+for+Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second one is someone's camera, if you can't tell. Poor person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JFK memorial is definitely my fav. And these are my favorite pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAqSDdVtI/AAAAAAAABPM/WcC96BeCDLk/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630683726010066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAqSDdVtI/AAAAAAAABPM/WcC96BeCDLk/s400/Nov.29.08+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAqPrqcFI/AAAAAAAABPE/UqvQXNAnwDI/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630683089334354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAqPrqcFI/AAAAAAAABPE/UqvQXNAnwDI/s400/Nov.29.08+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it was an absolutely perfect day? Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNApr9aHXI/AAAAAAAABO8/Zektb0o_P2Q/s1600-h/Nov.08+Washington+Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630673500085618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNApr9aHXI/AAAAAAAABO8/Zektb0o_P2Q/s400/Nov.08+Washington+Panorama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAoydDWRI/AAAAAAAABO0/wscz-a9eHyo/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630658063554834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAoydDWRI/AAAAAAAABO0/wscz-a9eHyo/s400/Nov.29.08+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the Jefferson Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAoW613JI/AAAAAAAABOs/4ScKcf8YASI/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630650672307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAoW613JI/AAAAAAAABOs/4ScKcf8YASI/s400/Nov.29.08+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNADUCesuI/AAAAAAAABOk/HvlYJ0ebIIc/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630014243877602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNADUCesuI/AAAAAAAABOk/HvlYJ0ebIIc/s400/Nov.29.08+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fee like this picture should be the end of the post, just cause it's so perfect and beautiful, but we weren't done yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American History Museum (which was the whole reason we went down to DC in the first place!) had lines out the door, so we went to the Natural History to see the bugs! This was like the best museum tour ever--no exhaustive class field trip for us! We were in and out of every exibit in under 10 minutes. Whoo ya! Deej had never seen the elephant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNACi7isuI/AAAAAAAABOc/pt5KozuGXJU/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630001061442274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNACi7isuI/AAAAAAAABOc/pt5KozuGXJU/s400/Nov.29.08+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these signs in the bug exhibit cracked me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNACewPTgI/AAAAAAAABOU/yAdq5u4vXCU/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629999940292098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNACewPTgI/AAAAAAAABOU/yAdq5u4vXCU/s400/Nov.29.08+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A last word of advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAB-SOE8I/AAAAAAAABOM/wEBNvuSs8FY/s1600-h/Nov.29.08+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274629991224447938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNAB-SOE8I/AAAAAAAABOM/wEBNvuSs8FY/s400/Nov.29.08+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes indeed! Happy Thanksgiving everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-1277654712138419151?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1277654712138419151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=1277654712138419151' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1277654712138419151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1277654712138419151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-dc.html' title='A Day in DC'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/STNE7g1iiBI/AAAAAAAABRc/1lraSAliEuc/s72-c/Nov.29.08+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-7303795470378771231</id><published>2008-11-02T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:14:00.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You This Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SQ4hC7ZY2HI/AAAAAAAABIE/iDyW40jfs0Q/s1600-h/img041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264181348630321266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SQ4hC7ZY2HI/AAAAAAAABIE/iDyW40jfs0Q/s400/img041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so on the back cover of a magazine I was reading was this add for New York Life Insurance. I thought it was so cute! The Life Insurance part might be a little far fetched, but isn't the rest so true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A boy is hanging out with a girl he kinda has a crush on, and he bashfully asks her,"Can I buy you an ice cream?" &lt;em&gt;I like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple has just started dating (or courting, whatever :), and on Valentine's Day he shows up at her door holding a dozen red roses. &lt;em&gt;I really like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple months later, on a date, he tells her to close her eyes. She does, and feels something cool and heavy against her shirt. She opens her eyes...it's a necklace, with a silver heart threaded on the chain, that he bought for her. &lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, a year or so later, they are out taking a walk, with the sun setting behind them. Suddenly, he drops onto one knee, presents her with a ring, and asks if she will be his forever. She accepts, and soon afterwards, they are married. &lt;em&gt;I will always love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, I suppose comes life insurance? Whatever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-7303795470378771231?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7303795470378771231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=7303795470378771231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/7303795470378771231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/7303795470378771231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-this-much.html' title='I Love You This Much!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SQ4hC7ZY2HI/AAAAAAAABIE/iDyW40jfs0Q/s72-c/img041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-6579125756521465868</id><published>2008-10-11T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:33:09.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Aliens Among Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you thought aliens didn't exist. Ha. Shows how much you know. I happen to have proof. It was sitting on my front walkway this morning in the shape of this saddleback caterpiller (the name of which, surprisingly, I found pretty easily online). Don't try to tell me that's not extra-terrestrial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SPE0j_L8eaI/AAAAAAAABEk/bmiGbh4Dn9U/s1600-h/Sept+08+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256040032979679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SPE0j_L8eaI/AAAAAAAABEk/bmiGbh4Dn9U/s400/Sept+08+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-6579125756521465868?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6579125756521465868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=6579125756521465868' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6579125756521465868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6579125756521465868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/aliens-among-us.html' title='Aliens Among Us...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SPE0j_L8eaI/AAAAAAAABEk/bmiGbh4Dn9U/s72-c/Sept+08+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-2456192847231267193</id><published>2008-10-06T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:53:08.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Oh What a Day It Will Be</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem for an assignment in literature class--we were told to write a poem in imitation of one of the poets we've learned about. I chose Emily Dickinson--this poem is styled after her poem 271. (The fact that I'm imitating another poet's style explains all the dashes or other stylistic things you may be curious about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words—how to describe that day—&lt;br /&gt;In His presence to be—&lt;br /&gt;To stand before my very God—&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a sight to see—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hollowed thing—to Be before&lt;br /&gt;The one my shape who formed—&lt;br /&gt;Created all the earth—beyond—&lt;br /&gt;With Majesty adorned—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture when my day does come—&lt;br /&gt;And would I feel so small—&lt;br /&gt;To cow'r in awe—or dance with praise—&lt;br /&gt;Just can't see through—the wall—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then—whate'r that day does hold&lt;br /&gt;What I will feel—to see—&lt;br /&gt;That which we none can know for sure—&lt;br /&gt;But oh—with Him—to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-2456192847231267193?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2456192847231267193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=2456192847231267193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2456192847231267193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2456192847231267193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-what-day-it-will-be.html' title='Oh What a Day It Will Be'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-6406301399812973897</id><published>2008-10-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:15:30.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So the other day, my friend Liz was over at my house, and we wanted to go out and do something. "Hey," she said, "it's a beautiful day; why don't we go do our own little photoshoot?" Well I thought it sounded like a swell idea, so off we tramped to the meadow near my house... and boy did we make some memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twirling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253384999381269426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF0sR8e7I/AAAAAAAABBw/KMWN0jKksEo/s400/Sept+08+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(thanks to the tripod, for letting both of us be in all these pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF0woh3WI/AAAAAAAABB4/OjV_9L1pS0A/s1600-h/Sept+08+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385000549735778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF0woh3WI/AAAAAAAABB4/OjV_9L1pS0A/s400/Sept+08+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: "ok, Liz, pretend you're telling me a secret"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(We would take turns calling out cues after I'd pushed the self-timer button on the camera :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF0_mj36I/AAAAAAAABCA/QeQ79lgJznE/s1600-h/Sept+08+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385004568010658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF0_mj36I/AAAAAAAABCA/QeQ79lgJznE/s400/Sept+08+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Liz: "My turn! Look like you're really scared of something over there."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253388631817183874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfJIIKJ4oI/AAAAAAAABC4/biLeVBoeC4Y/s400/Sept+08+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Is she beautiful, or is she beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF1IpKnMI/AAAAAAAABCI/LFHVoKDy9cU/s1600-h/Sept+08+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385006994857154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF1IpKnMI/AAAAAAAABCI/LFHVoKDy9cU/s400/Sept+08+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we were done in the meadow, we went across the street to climb on this fence. Unfortunately, the fence wasn't climbable, but the lighting was breathtaking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Liz: "Ok, Charlie's Angels!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF1WpSUiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/LRot7shnIuk/s1600-h/Sept+08+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385010753458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF1WpSUiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/LRot7shnIuk/s400/Sept+08+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one. She didn't know I was taking the picture, so it looks like she's just absorbed in her thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385445300492930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfGOpdX2oI/AAAAAAAABCY/Egf22aLbQu8/s400/Sept+08+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385451252489442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfGO_ocHOI/AAAAAAAABCo/1DNa1dQwqo8/s400/Sept+08+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shadows of a model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385455673380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfGPQGdjwI/AAAAAAAABCw/1lT4de94Mds/s400/Sept+08+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385451157771922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfGO_R21pI/AAAAAAAABCg/2I29jobQMsM/s400/Sept+08+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-6406301399812973897?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6406301399812973897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=6406301399812973897' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6406301399812973897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6406301399812973897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SOfF0sR8e7I/AAAAAAAABBw/KMWN0jKksEo/s72-c/Sept+08+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-7027036135289682163</id><published>2008-10-03T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:50:06.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Found It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So here's the quote by C.S. Lewis about christianity that I was referring to in my earlier post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not. We cannot compete, in simplicity, with people who are inventing religions. How could we? We are dealing with Fact. Of course anyone can be simple, if he has no facts to bother about."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So, if you're ever exasperated by how complex christianity seems, be encouraged :) The very fact that it can be so hard to comprehend is actually an encouragement that it could not have been created by human minds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The quote is from Lewis's book &lt;em&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/em&gt;, which I would totally recommend. Although the doctrine occasionally deviates a little from Covenant Life's, his insights into the basics of Christianity will blow your mind and strengthen your faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-7027036135289682163?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7027036135289682163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=7027036135289682163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/7027036135289682163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/7027036135289682163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/found-it.html' title='Found It!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-1556923858087652964</id><published>2008-10-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:06:28.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So one of my friends sent me this great little quote by email, and I just have to share it with you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the human brain were so simple that we could understand it, then we would be so simple that we couldn’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--Emerson M. Pugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Which reminds me of a quote about Christianity by C.S. Lewis...but I don't have time to look it up. So that'll be a later post :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Thanks for sharing that Joanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-1556923858087652964?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1556923858087652964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=1556923858087652964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1556923858087652964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1556923858087652964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-2828549087731700459</id><published>2008-09-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:51:31.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's Innocent I Tell You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SNbBORWO7_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/i87DqHsIMJY/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ok, so in my Women in Literature class, we've been reading some pretty interesting stuff. This week in class, we studied a very clever poem arguing that Eve was completely innocent of the fall of mankind. I think this poem is worth quoting, not because I agree with it (in ANY way), but because...well, it's so fascinating! If you take it seriously, you'll be offended; if you read it as a testemant to her brilliance, you'll love it. She twists scripture in an awful (but &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; clever) way, and I'll warn any guys reading: the way Lanyer removes the fault from the woman is to lay it all on the man :) So without further ado, for your reading enjoyment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eve's Apology [i.e. formal argument] in Defense of Women &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Aemilia Lanyer, 1611&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She [Eve], poor soul, by cunning was decieved; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no hurt therein her harmless heart intended...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But surely Adam can not be excused,&lt;br /&gt;Her fault though great, yet he was most to blame;&lt;br /&gt;What Weakness offered, Strength might have refused,&lt;br /&gt;Being Lord of all, the greater was his shame:&lt;br /&gt;Although the Serpent's craft had her abused,&lt;br /&gt;God's holy word ought all his actions frame,&lt;br /&gt;For he was Lord and King of all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Before poore Eve had either life or breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who being framed by God's eternal hand,&lt;br /&gt;The perfectest man that ever breathed on earth;&lt;br /&gt;And from God's mouth received that straight command,&lt;br /&gt;The breach whereof he knew was present death:&lt;br /&gt;Yea having power to rule both Sea and Land,&lt;br /&gt;Yet with one Apple won to loose that breath&lt;br /&gt;Which God had breathed in his beauteous face,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing us all in danger and disgrace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then to lay the fault on Patience' back,&lt;br /&gt;That we (poor women) must endure it all;&lt;br /&gt;We know right well he did discretion lack,&lt;br /&gt;Being not persuaded thereunto at all;&lt;br /&gt;If Eve did err, it was for knowledge' sake,&lt;br /&gt;The fruit being fair persuaded him to fall:&lt;br /&gt;No subtle Serpent's falsehood did betray him,&lt;br /&gt;If he would eat it, who had power to stay him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Eve, whose fault was only too much love,&lt;br /&gt;Which made her give this present to her Dear,&lt;br /&gt;That what she tasted, he likewise might prove,&lt;br /&gt;Whereby his knowledge might become more clear;&lt;br /&gt;He never sought her weakeness to reprove,&lt;br /&gt;With those sharp words, which he of God did hear:&lt;br /&gt;Yet Men will boast of Knowledge, which he took&lt;br /&gt;From Eve's fair hand, as from a learned Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any evil did in her remain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being made of him, he was the ground of all...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Haha, you gotta love it. So pretty much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Poor, weak Eve was decieved, but Adam should have been strong enough to refuse! After all, he was Lord of the Earth, and had recieved the command not to eat the fruit &lt;em&gt;straight from the mouth of God&lt;/em&gt;! Eve's weakness was just that she wanted a good thing--knowledge--and was decieved into taking it. But Adam wasn't decieved, and if he &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to eat it, no one was strong enough to stop him! Eve, simply because she loved her husband so much, offered to share her newfound wisdom--and now, Man is the one boasting about his knowledge! Not only that: if there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; any evil in woman, it must have been the man's fault anyways, because she was made of him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;As I said, I absolutely don't agree with this poem, but you've gotta give Lanyer a hand for how clever she was :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-2828549087731700459?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2828549087731700459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=2828549087731700459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2828549087731700459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2828549087731700459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/eves-innocent-i-tell-you.html' title='Eve&apos;s Innocent I Tell You!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-2192219752943415687</id><published>2008-09-11T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:54:33.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Fall Is</title><content type='html'>This is a little poem I just whipped up while I was trying to explain to my brother exactly why I think Fall is so wonderful. I'd like to polish this up sometime and add to it, but I wanted to share it anyways, because it just about sums up my thoughts on the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMmhSn8j4VI/AAAAAAAAA_s/H-XIzJKQk54/s1600-h/Medieval+feast+07+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244900582382362962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMmhSn8j4VI/AAAAAAAAA_s/H-XIzJKQk54/s400/Medieval+feast+07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall is...&lt;br /&gt;Cool fresh air filling your lungs&lt;br /&gt;The echo of traffic whizzing by&lt;br /&gt;The first dark trail of pencil lead&lt;br /&gt;scratched onto an unmarred notebook sheet&lt;br /&gt;The hefty weight of a new textbook&lt;br /&gt;as you flip through the smooth, cool pages&lt;br /&gt;The smell of a barbeque just past the trees&lt;br /&gt;The crunch of leaves underfoot&lt;br /&gt;Smoke wafting up from a fireplace&lt;br /&gt;drifting past piercingly blue sky&lt;br /&gt;and autumn leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-2192219752943415687?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2192219752943415687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=2192219752943415687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2192219752943415687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2192219752943415687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is.html' title='Fall Is'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMmhSn8j4VI/AAAAAAAAA_s/H-XIzJKQk54/s72-c/Medieval+feast+07+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-2540336376779074945</id><published>2008-09-06T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:50:46.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>I Can Ride My Bike With No Handlebars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMLdnU9j8xI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BiuCZi4Nmqc/s1600-h/handlebars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242996583924232978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMLdnU9j8xI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BiuCZi4Nmqc/s200/handlebars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there's this song that one of my friends at work loves to listen to. She loves it because the lyrics are so fun, and the beat is so catchy. But there was always something about it that caught me off guard; I couldn't hear the lyrics very well, but there was something sinister in the way he sang what should have been innocent lines: "I can ride my bike with no handlebars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curious, I looked it up the lyrics online. Here's a basic summery of the song: (It's really long, so these are only snippits) You can also listen to the whole thing &lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com/search/?plid=cc52f820bc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Disclaimer: I don't know anything about the band that wrote this song or any of their other music. All I'm writing about is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; take on &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; particular song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMLcSCEHc6I/AAAAAAAAA-c/2zr7wBVy9AU/s1600-h/handlebars.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No handlebars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No handlebars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Look at me, look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hands in the air like it's good to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can tie a knot in a cherry stem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can tell you about Leif Ericson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And "I'm Proud to be an American"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me and my friend saw a platypus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me and my friend made a comic book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And guess how long it took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can design an engine sixty four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Miles to the gallon of gasoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can make new antibiotics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can make a computer survive aquatic conditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I know how to run a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I can make you wanna buy a product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me and my friends understand the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I see the strings that control the systems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can do anything with no assistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I can split the atoms of a molecule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Driving and I won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And it feels so good to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Alive and on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My reach is global&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My tower secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My cause is noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My power is pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can hand out a million vaccinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Or let'em all die from exasperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Have'em all healed from their lacerations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Or have'em all killed by assassination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can make anybody go to prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Just because I don't like 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I can do anything with no permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have it all under my command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Because I can guide a missile by satellite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I can hit a target through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I can end the planet in a holocaust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMLeOU6MxAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/2ORh52oBmgk/s1600-h/AtomicBomb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242997253925028866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMLeOU6MxAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/2ORh52oBmgk/s200/AtomicBomb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;In a holocaust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No handlebars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No handlebars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now this song sticks with me too...but not for the same reasons as my co-worker. I feel like it sneaks a glimpse at the very roots of pride. I love how it starts out with something as simple as riding your bike with no handlebars. Big deal. Just a little something to be proud of. But slowly the song progresses to bigger and bigger issues. Still not problematic though: mostly neat scientific advances. But something changes: no longer are we just talking pride, we've added power. And authority--the ability to change the lives of millions, for better or worse. And in the end, pride--the same pride that leads one to boast about being able to ride a bike without handlebars--leads to the destruction of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I appreciate this song because I think it is a sober reminder of the seriousness of sin. I think it shows what the path of any man would be without intervention from God. And the sight isn't pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-2540336376779074945?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2540336376779074945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=2540336376779074945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2540336376779074945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/2540336376779074945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-ride-my-bike-with-no-handlebars.html' title='I Can Ride My Bike With No Handlebars'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMLdnU9j8xI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BiuCZi4Nmqc/s72-c/handlebars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-4517905137139333055</id><published>2008-09-04T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:06:18.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Montgomery College, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMCNbUaRBoI/AAAAAAAAA98/uDys3GeLH9g/s1600-h/lost+driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242345466734118530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMCNbUaRBoI/AAAAAAAAA98/uDys3GeLH9g/s320/lost+driver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday was my first day at MC! It was a rather funny day, and since a lot of people have been asking, I figured I'd share it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Right before I left, I printed off directions from google maps, which I didn't notice took me to the wrong part of the road I needed to be on. So there I was, sitting in a neighborhood somewhere vaguely near my destination, completely lost and needing to get to my classes! Fortunately, I called my mom and, after a lot of "do you recognize this road name? How about this one? Go that way you said? Oh, oops, I just turned left "...etc she managed to get me back on the right road :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At MC, I headed in to class, still a good 15 minutes early! I found my room, opened the door, and sat down in a chair. Introductions had already started, but something didn't seem right...the board said something about Chem 101 and the teacher was a woman. This was my room, but I knew my class was Chem 100, and I was pretty darn sure that the teacher was a guy! Well, I was right :) Turns out that &lt;em&gt;Chem 101&lt;/em&gt; (the class before mine) was doing their introductions at the end of class...and I decided to make a hasty retreat back out into the waiting room. After all that drama, Chem class went very well, and I think I'm going to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After Chem, I had ten minutes to book it across campus to my Women in Literature class. The teacher is hysterical (in both senses) and class looks like it's going to be &lt;em&gt;reeeeally &lt;/em&gt;interesting. (First question: "So what are some of the myths about women that exist today?")Fortunately, I met another christian girl already in my class, who I'm really excited to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaaand so, that was my first day at MC! I'm really excited about this school year; the classes look good, but I'm really more excited about the relationships that, Godwilling, I'm going to be able to make over this semester. I'd really appreciate prayers for both aspects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-4517905137139333055?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4517905137139333055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=4517905137139333055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/4517905137139333055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/4517905137139333055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/montgomery-college-here-i-come.html' title='Montgomery College, here I come!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SMCNbUaRBoI/AAAAAAAAA98/uDys3GeLH9g/s72-c/lost+driver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-6320357606164461430</id><published>2008-09-03T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:06:10.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Interesting Thought on Kneeling for Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SL8kopwRX6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/J1pUxT2dB7s/s1600-h/woman_kneeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241948772104232866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SL8kopwRX6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/J1pUxT2dB7s/s320/woman_kneeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, hear me out on this one. You know how in all the old books and movies, at the end of the day the main character would diligently kneel down next to the bed and say his or her prayers? Not just the fictional ones either...it was a common practice even in the earliest days of the bible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel 6:10&lt;/strong&gt; Three times a day &lt;strong&gt;[Daniel] got down on his knees and prayed&lt;/strong&gt;, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 95:6&lt;/strong&gt; Come, let us bow down in worship, &lt;strong&gt;let us kneel before the LORD&lt;/strong&gt; our Maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acts 9:40&lt;/strong&gt; Peter&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=51&amp;amp;chapter=9&amp;amp;verse=40&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sent them all out of the room; then &lt;strong&gt;he got down on his knees and prayed&lt;/strong&gt;. Turning toward the dead woman, he said, "Tabitha, get up." She opened her eyes, and seeing Peter she sat up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 3:14&lt;/strong&gt; [A Prayer for the Ephesians ] For this reason &lt;strong&gt;I kneel before the Father&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So obviously, kneeling was just something that you did if you were going to pray. Now I don't know about you, but I &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;kneel when I pray. I don't even think about it. But the other night, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; think about it. I was sitting in my bed praying silently as usual, trying to concentrate on God while my mind kept wandering just as it normally does when I try to devote myself to prayer. In exasperation, I decided to try praying the old fashioned way--out loud, kneeling on the floor next to my bed. It felt a little funny ("I hope no one walks into my room right now..."), but you know what? I was able to really concentrate on what I was praying for and think of more things that I wanted to pray for than I ever have been able to while lying on my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now why would kneeling help you to pray? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have an expert opinion, but I have an idea. When I got off my bed, and took the time to say my prayers out loud, suddenly my mind-block was gone. You're taking yourself out of a distracting situation (ever fallen asleep praying? I thought so) and fully formulating your thoughts (speech takes more effort than thinking, so you'll concentrate harder on it). And the likely result is longer, more intense prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I just thought of this as I was writing my post: kneeling has always been a position of humility and respect. When I was looking up the scriptures above with the keyword "kneeling", most of the references were to people kneeling to those in authority, either in thanks or petition. So when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; put ourselves in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; of humility and submission before God, God rewards the behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't just let me tell you. These are just ideas of mine...you all could prove if they are actually true. I'd love it if you'd try kneeling down for prayer one of these nights and see if it makes a difference. Let me know how it goes... it can't hurt, but it just might help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-6320357606164461430?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6320357606164461430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=6320357606164461430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6320357606164461430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/6320357606164461430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-thought-on-kneeling-for.html' title='Interesting Thought on Kneeling for Prayer'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SL8kopwRX6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/J1pUxT2dB7s/s72-c/woman_kneeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5886997810606816224.post-1820504814462965594</id><published>2008-09-03T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:05:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief History</title><content type='html'>Ok, right from the beginning, I'd like to take a moment to share my history with blogs, as well as to explain why I have started this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started around 2005. Blogs had just become popular, and one of my close friends, who was at that time creating new blogs every couple of weeks, convinced me to make one. I named it Allie's Little Corner, made a post or two, and then promptly forgot it. Eventually, a year or so later, I remembered my little blog and was curious as to what happened to it. After digging around the deep dark recesses of the web, and attempting many different passwords, I re-discovered my blog. I attempted to post more faithfully at it, but it was a rather pointless project. I was very protective of my identity and so only allowed five readers: my mom, dad, grandma, brother, and one friend. Needless to say, the blog again did not last long, and I again abandoned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fast-forward to 2008. This year I have been very active in photography, and have enjoyed posting my favorite pictures to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chickadee5"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/chickadee5&lt;/a&gt;). However, when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt; began running low on room, I decided to start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photoblog&lt;/span&gt;! I deleted my old Allie's Little Corner blog, which had become entirely useless and created Silver Maple Photography. However, after its creation and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subsequent&lt;/span&gt; single post, I realized that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photoblog&lt;/span&gt; really didn't serve the purpose I was looking for. Except in a few rare cases, I prefer the format of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt; better for pictures. So that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; gone bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so obviously I have a rather sorry history with blogs. Why then did I create this one? Well, because throughout the days and weeks, I have been realizing that my life is filled with many interesting experiences, memories, and lessons that I would love to share. I'm hoping this can be a place where I can share those thoughts, whether it be through normal blog posts or through picture posts that display something about my life. Only time will tell if this blog outlasts its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;predecessors, but I think that it will, and I'm excited to give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5886997810606816224-1820504814462965594?l=allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1820504814462965594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886997810606816224&amp;postID=1820504814462965594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1820504814462965594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5886997810606816224/posts/default/1820504814462965594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allieslittlecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/brief-history.html' title='A Brief History'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08811552594775213956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZOQ7G7PKL0/SWdoAD0XrMI/AAAAAAAABqI/XZioWj8r_Qg/S220/Sr+Picnic+Oct08+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
