<?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-13078483</id><updated>2012-01-19T09:29:42.626-08:00</updated><category term='ui'/><title type='text'>roach infestation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-7188084349378483188</id><published>2011-08-03T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:27:16.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Three</title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the middle of week three of the Insanity Workout! I feel great and I'm starting to feel a difference in my strength. Now, Because I see myself in the mirror everyday it is hard to really notice the transformation. I took some pictures and was amazed at the difference from week one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to do a fit test the very first day of insanity and every two weeks after that. Well, at the beginning of this week I did my second fit test and improved on all the exercises! My boss, the one who told me about Insanity, is now in month two with the Max exorcises. I'm quite scared about it just by the way she talks about it. But, I do know that at the end of it I will be in the best shape of my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are week three pics! Sorry my track shorts look funky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqJBEupTON8/TjnZFRVdTII/AAAAAAAAAC8/iGVmYVppsVU/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqJBEupTON8/TjnZFRVdTII/AAAAAAAAAC8/iGVmYVppsVU/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636775093206862978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3aVOBaOWgA/TjnY8DVZjHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GByKDC1pjdQ/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.11%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3aVOBaOWgA/TjnY8DVZjHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GByKDC1pjdQ/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.11%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636774934829698162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXInjSKyWtU/TjnY2g90EzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kbh0iS6X9w8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.10%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXInjSKyWtU/TjnY2g90EzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kbh0iS6X9w8/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.10%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636774839704621874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjOlBnWfgqM/TjnYuT9ctgI/AAAAAAAAACk/37BoAfMW8Ww/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.08%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjOlBnWfgqM/TjnYuT9ctgI/AAAAAAAAACk/37BoAfMW8Ww/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.08%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636774698774476290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-7188084349378483188?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/7188084349378483188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=7188084349378483188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7188084349378483188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7188084349378483188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-three.html' title='Week Three'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942091843860690256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cB2WC02VeoI/TxhS8UBCogI/AAAAAAAAADg/pGyWUhHO1CM/s220/2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqJBEupTON8/TjnZFRVdTII/AAAAAAAAAC8/iGVmYVppsVU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-03%2Bat%2B18.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-32367168355677241</id><published>2011-07-20T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:57:43.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello there!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I just finished day 3 of week one of the Insanity workout. Holy crap! That is exactly what it is, insane! Like I've said before, I've done workout videos before and it always makes me feel like crap when all the people in the video are smiling and acting like its nothing while I'm infront of my tv dying! Not this one! people in the video, while in better shape than me, still need breaks and even the host sometimes sounds like he's out of breath. That really helps me push through and fight to complete the workout. Next thing, I sweat. Now, I have always sweat very easily. My mom told me i was a very sweaty baby. I sweat in any workout that I do, but I have not sweat like this since my track days. It's pretty intense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some before pictures. I have no problem being in a swimsuit infront of my close friends and of course people I will never see again. However, this is not a swimsuit, it's a sports bra and some shorts. It's tough putting it out there and I am a bit self-conscious, but it helps keep me honest in my progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lip_9bV48g8/TieG-WXNAhI/AAAAAAAAACA/-lP4F74LsLg/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.54%2B%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lip_9bV48g8/TieG-WXNAhI/AAAAAAAAACA/-lP4F74LsLg/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.54%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631618264763007506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qCvwjuujPo/TieG2RJy_EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ElKGO4DyWE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.53%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qCvwjuujPo/TieG2RJy_EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ElKGO4DyWE/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.53%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631618125925645378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8BhJNGvzW0/TieGrSyhLlI/AAAAAAAAABw/7MJnA_t8cUs/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.53.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8BhJNGvzW0/TieGrSyhLlI/AAAAAAAAABw/7MJnA_t8cUs/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631617937386319442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/13078483-32367168355677241?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/32367168355677241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=32367168355677241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/32367168355677241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/32367168355677241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-one.html' title='week one'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942091843860690256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cB2WC02VeoI/TxhS8UBCogI/AAAAAAAAADg/pGyWUhHO1CM/s220/2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lip_9bV48g8/TieG-WXNAhI/AAAAAAAAACA/-lP4F74LsLg/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-20%2Bat%2B16.54%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-7399513773311650583</id><published>2011-07-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:51:12.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HElP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello folks! Long time no post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to give you an update on how I am and what has been going on in my life since December. Not much has changed. I still work at Medical Towers at UAB on the Look AHEAD research study and I now work on another study called the Diabetes and Periodontal Therapy Trial (we call it DPTT). Things are going well and I enjoy my work for the most part. I am still teaching voice at Birmingham School of Music and as rewarding it is to see my students grow; I have come to the decision to try something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where the transformation starts. With me. I have grown dull of my life here in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birmingham and looking for a change. I have discussed moving, changing jobs, and even auditioning for reality TV. Yes, at the end of this month I will be traveling to Nashville with Ashley A now R to audition for NBC’s The Voice. I don’t have my hopes up to high; I just thought it would be fun and different. That is what I need right now, Different. I want to save my money and move somewhere. I’ve had strong thoughts about moving to Boston because I have family up there. For a different extreme I’ve thought about Florida. I figure I have some time to think about it. And again, I have to save my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change in job and change in location brings me to my next thing and is really the point for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;writing this blog today, the change in my physical appearance. Now, I know that in previous blog posts I’ve talked about trying to start a journey with running but it has never worked out for me. I’ve gotten to a 5k but never made it past that. Part of the reason, I feel, is because I haven’t had a partner to push me to make sure I do my running. I think that the only reason I completed the 5k is because my best friend, Kierstyn, did it with me. And the second time my dad was going to run with me but schedules wouldn’t always allow for us to run together. Plus, on top of all that, I hate long-distance running. I was a sprinter in high school. So, on with the point! My boss was telling me that she and her husband are doing this home workout called Insanity. It is similar to P90X, which I’ve always wanted to try, however, with p90x you have to extra equipment and I’m not really down with that. I’ve done the Billy Blanks video workouts and I like it but you have to have extra equipment such as resistant bands. So, I feel like a moron doing this workout without resistance. Lame! Insanity uses your own body for resistance and it also mixes up the workouts so you don’t get too used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where you guys come in! It is a 60 day program and I’m going to start Monday the 18th Ill give updates and picture proof of my progress. I need for you guys to stay on me and keep me honest! I need you help to accomplish my goal. Now, I have the motivation I just need help sticking to it. So, come Monday the first part on my transformation starts. I hope your help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-7399513773311650583?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/7399513773311650583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=7399513773311650583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7399513773311650583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7399513773311650583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2011/07/help.html' title='HElP!'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942091843860690256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cB2WC02VeoI/TxhS8UBCogI/AAAAAAAAADg/pGyWUhHO1CM/s220/2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6636686603233235989</id><published>2010-12-06T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:26:00.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality of drama and comedy</title><content type='html'>Ive been watching a lot of television lately. Ive always loved reality tv. My Mom used to make my bother and I take a break from our homework for "family time" we would all watch Survivor. The other reality tv I would watch with my family included a few seasons of American Idol, Big Brother, and Fear Factor. There is so much more "reality" tv out there now. Over half the shows out there are now "reality". And, Yes, I watch it. I kind of want to list them all just to see how ridiculous it is. Survivor, Big Brother, America's Next Top Model, Bad Girl's Club, MTV's Real World/Road Rules The Challenge, Masterchef, Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, The Girls Next Door, Project Runway, The Biggest Loser, The Amazing Race, Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Extreme Makeover Home edition, and Im sure there are more that Im forgetting. Now, I don't watch these every week, or even watch them full season through, but I have before. then there are the non-reality shows, the drama's and comedies. I remember sitting in the living room with my mom and seeing previews for this new series that was about to start so, we decided to watch. We wanted to have something else to look forward to every week. First episode, we were hooked. The first season my mom and I would watch every week but as the seasons progressed, we couldn't watch together. I had gone off to college but we wold still talk about it together and we also introduced it to the rest of our family. It was a good show that had five great seasons. I actually have been told multiple time that I look like one of the characters. The dramas I would watch with my family starting with the one i was just talking about were LOST, 24, Friends, ER, CSI (the original. not the crapy spin offs) and I know there are others I'm missing. But when I went to college I found some of my own favorites some of which are not on the air anymore. Sopranos, Weeds, Californication, Glee, Dexter, Always sunny In Philadelphia, 30 Rock, Dead Like Me, Entourage,  Make It or Break it, and more recently.. Mad Men, The Walking Dead, Boardwalk Empire, and the Big C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my TV and love to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6636686603233235989?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6636686603233235989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6636686603233235989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6636686603233235989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6636686603233235989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality-of-drama-and-comedy.html' title='Reality of drama and comedy'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6333216265975083614</id><published>2010-08-06T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:29:11.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it’s been a minute since I’ve blogged. And for that, I don’t really apologize. Deal with it. Certain things in my life haven’t gone the way I would have liked for them to, but I guess that’s just life. You win some, you lose some. One thing I’m glad I can count on to be there for me without fail is the support of my friends and my family. I am truly honored to have such amazing people in my life. And, I’d just like to thank you for being awesome because, if you weren’t then we wouldn’t be friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to the beach with my very good friends Chris and Katie. It was a spontaneous trip. We were having margs and they said they were leaving the next day and asked if I wanted to come. I told them that Id have to make lots of things happen. First, I’d have to ask off work. Second, I’d have to cancel my hair appointment. And third I’d have to cancel lunch with my father and my sister. Needless to say I accomplished all those things. We went to Fort Morgan and had so much fun. It was possibly the best trip I have taken in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, I went to Panama City with the family. We drove down and met my mom’s brother and his four kids and my mom’s mother. My mom had rented this huge house for the week. It was fun. I hadn’t seen my cousins in a while and it was nice to be down there for the weekend. I couldn’t stay the whole week because I had to be back for work. The time I was down there, however, was very hot but very nice. I got a nice tan, if I do say so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6333216265975083614?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6333216265975083614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6333216265975083614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6333216265975083614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6333216265975083614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know-its-been-minute-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6387978556304425464</id><published>2010-05-11T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:41:38.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>I joined a running group again. Last time I had the aspirations to train all the way to running in the Mercedes half marathon. Needless to say, I didn’t make it. I did however make it to running a 5k. The last time I tried, I had the summer to train and then when school started back I had a hard time making time to run. So, I never finished. This time is different. I have my dad to train with me. I just started the running group and so my dad isn’t training with me now… he’s more advanced and in shape than me… good for him, sad for me. I have had a running background however, so, I feel I’ll be back to my high school shape in no time. In high school I ran cross country and did indoor and outdoor track. I wasn’t much of a fan of running long distances. 100 meter hurdles were my event. I loved sprinting and the nervous anticipation in my gut right before the gun was fired and I would spring out of the starting blocks. I loved the feeling of going over that first hurdle and getting over it, digging my spikes into the track. I loved racing, even though I was the shortest hurdler on the team and usually in the races. During track season, I would have permanent bruises on my knees from hitting the hurdles. I miss it. But, there aren’t any opportunities for me to run hurdles these days. So, distance it is. My mom is in the group I’m in now. She just starts over with them every time they do it. She has no desire to continue on to longer races. So she just keeps training for 5ks. Once we run our first 5k then my dad will pick up and train with me for the Vulcan 10k. and then on the to Mercedes. My dad has done these races and well, to tell you the truth, I’m quite intimidated. He has run the Vulcan, the statue to statue (13k), and the Mercedes. I hope I can keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6387978556304425464?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6387978556304425464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6387978556304425464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6387978556304425464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6387978556304425464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6568711320811131516</id><published>2010-04-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:15:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! It’s close to the middle of April and I haven’t blogged this month! For shame… Well, what to blog, what to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s spring time. That means pollen is in the air, on our cars, in our eyes, and you know it’s gotten into other places. Yep. Pollen. For the past week, that’s all I’ve seen on facebook, clever comments and statuses about how the pollen is killing allergies, making blue cars green, making a yellow cloud over Birmingham… WE KNOW! Ye who post updates like that, you are very original and I commend you for your originality. Sigh. Well, today it’s raining. That means the world, and by world I mean Birmingham, washes its hands of pollen. You know how I know? Facebook told me. Even greater sigh. Well, they say, if you cant beat ‘em join ‘em. So my pollen status was my favorite out of them all. It read “- something clever about pollen, blah blah blah.” It was a winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really have any profound thoughts right now. Not that I ever do. It’s just that I haven’t had anything monumental or exciting to post. Not that that has ever stopped me from posting my day to day activities. If you still read my blog and have stuck with me… you must… I don’t know. I think my blog is quite boring. Just a place I go to ramble and ramble. Every now and then something exciting will happen. I’ll write about it. Then, read it back to my self and realize I’m a terrible story teller and who really cares that I stapled my thumb at work today? But, I continue to post. Because, you know, what? I like to go back and read how ridiculous I am. It makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6568711320811131516?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6568711320811131516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6568711320811131516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6568711320811131516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6568711320811131516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-goodness-its-close-to-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2053426277428500406</id><published>2010-03-08T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:49:17.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be stuck in an office on a beautiful day like today BLOWS! Nice weather hits me like a mac  truck. I was born in Florida, and in the heart of summer. I’m meant to be outside. The happiest job I’ve ever had was when I was working as a lifeguard at a private pool in Brookhighland. I got to work at 9, pool opened at 10, I worked 30 min shifts on the stand, 30 min at front gate, and 30 min off. I got a nice tan, read tons of books, and got to wear a swimsuit to work. Best. Job. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its days like today I miss it so much. To spend all day every day in the sun is the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I will be driving down to Orlando with Jeremy. His dad lives there. Then Saturday, we’ll drive to Miami for the festival Calle Ocho. I am looking forward to the good food, tasty drinks, and warm sun. I just hope I don’t blind people with my pale skin. Then, either Sunday or Monday, we’ll drive back to Orlando and just hang out. Then BIG St. Patty’s day celebration! Good God, I love being Irish. Green beer and Car bombs! I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that this week could go by fast enough… sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom update: we had lunch today. I could feel the tension but we are on the right track to becoming friends again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy International Women’s day, Commonwealth Day, Adelaide Cup day, Eight Hours day, and Taranaki Anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2053426277428500406?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2053426277428500406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2053426277428500406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2053426277428500406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2053426277428500406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-be-stuck-in-office-on-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6410843446784079215</id><published>2010-02-24T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:21:11.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sign</title><content type='html'>It scares me how accurate this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing the Leo woman probably owns that you won't like. A scrapbook of pictures and mementos from all her old boyfriends. It's no use trying to get her to burn it, because the lioness is sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;She's not a wallflower. She's a sunflower. Chances are she's ridiculously popular, and you'll have plenty of competition if you want her to descend to using your name for the rest of her life. You will be a few leaps ahead if your name is St. Hoyme or Mountbatten, Cabot or Lodge. Anything that sounds royal or noble or important. I honestly can't imagine a Leo woman marrying anybody with the name Carbunkle or Smith. It's possible. Anything is possible. But she'll probably change Smith to Smythe.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, she'll be the social leader of her group, lording it over lesser women like a queen, but with such disarming warmth and such a beautiful smile, no one really minds. Perhaps the other girls sense she was born to rule and dictate styles, customs and manners. Anyway, it wouldn't do much good to try to usurp her authority.&lt;br /&gt;Nature seems to have shown some prejudice when she fashioned the lioness with enough vivacity, cleverness, grace, beauty, and just plain sex appeal for at least three women, with some left over. If you're the victim of an inferiority complex, you'd better set your sights on a bird with less brilliant feathers. Don't expect to tame her into a docile little maid who hangs on your every word. The man who expects a Leo girl to worship at his feet is living in a fool's paradise. Consider yourself lucky if she meets you halfway, respects you, is willing to be your partner and allows you to possess her emotionally. By the very act of permitting you to love her, she's practically knighted you, for heaven's sake. Seriously, you could do-a lot worse. A lioness is a lot of woman. She's rather a luxury item, not available in the bargain basement.&lt;br /&gt;It pays to remember that the Leo female can act up a storm, and pretend to be as sweet and harmless as a bowl of jelly beans. She may have a voice like a whisper, gentle, courteous manners and big, soft eyes that sparkle delightfully when she bats her lashes. A Leo female can appear to be as smooth and calm as a cool and placid lake. On guard. That's just a role she assumed because it got good reviews. Remove her as the star of your love production, cast her in the part of the understudy or second lead, and you'll soon find out just how shy and submissive she isn't. Of course, most of the Leo women to whom you pay homage will openly make it clear that they're too proud and dignified to take any nonsense. I'd just hate to see you stumble in case you get involved with the other kind of lioness, who hides her claws, but sharpens them every day just the same.&lt;br /&gt;The first step when you're courting this girl is to go prepared with gifts. It doesn't make much difference what they a-e, so long as they're expensive, in excellent taste, and you're dressed properly when you offer them. Then you should practice different ways of complimenting her. Please be original and creative. Phrases like "You send me, Baby," and "You're really cool, sweetheart," will get you thrown right out of the palace, back with the peasants, Vulgarity and slang both leave her ice cold. Remember, you're wooing royalty. She can't exist without flattering appreciation, but keep in mind that she admires your masculinity, and she has no desire to turn you into a henpecked weakling. A Leo woman couldn't love you if you weren't strong. It's just that she won't permit you to insult her with a condescending attitude. In her mind, she is definitely not the weaker sex.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Leo girls are athletic and enjoy sports, but you'd be smarter to take your lioness to the theater than to the ball park. The stage and footlights will never fail to magnetize and transfigure her. (Better buy orchestra seats. Forget the balcony.) Choose a play in which the heroine behaves the way you want her to behave that night, and your chances are better than average that she'll act the part unconsciously and never miss an inflection. After the festivities are over, don't take her to a hamburger stand and expect her to sit at the counter munching french fries because she's so much in love with you. You're better off to take her out less often to more glamorous places. She's not necessarily a gold digger; in fact, she's usually generous -she won't object to frequent Dutch dates and she'll probably shower you with almost as many gifts as you give her. But she's just plain uncomfortable in shabby surroundings. The poorest Leo woman in the world will manage to accumulate enough pennies to buy draperies for the windows, rings for her fingers and bells for her toes. Now and then she may go slumming, out of curiosity, but only as a spectator, aloof from the crowd. Poverty depresses her and makes her physically ill. If you dress like a slob and offer her a shack, you haven't got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;There's a story about a noble Frenchwoman who turned to her lover in the gardens of Versailles and asked, "Darling, do the common people know this exquisite emotion of love?" When she was assured that they did, she cried out in injured surprise, "It's entirely too good for them!" She was probably a Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame the lioness for her occasional arrogance and vanity. It's her nature to feel herself above the common masses. People seldom resent it, because the Leo woman who's warmly loved and respected can be the kindest and most generous of females, with a womanly compassion for children and for the helpless and the forsaken. You can't really expect her to step down from a throne that's her birthright. If she's a typical Sun child, she's so gracious and dazzling that most people gladly give her credit for being out of the ordinary. Truthfully, she is. She's intelligent, witty, strong, and capable, yet deliciously feminine at the same time. No one in his right mind could call that common.&lt;br /&gt;A little flattery will get you everywhere with your Leo lady. You've already found out it's her secret weakness. And here's another secret, if you plan to marry her:&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she'll tire of her gilded cage and want to roam the jungle to see what's doing with all the other cats out there. Confinement inside four walls and under one roof can soon rob her of her sparkle. Let her have her career. Shell wither on the vine if she's forced to be just a haus-frau, unless you have enough money to allow her to be a constant hostess and an extravagant home decorator.&lt;br /&gt;The Leo girl usually makes a jewel of a wife. You'll seldom see her dressed frumpily in a tatty bathrobe, wearing curlers and wrinkle cream. Not that she skips the beauty treatments. The typical lioness will spend hours in front of the mirror and a fortune on cosmetics, but she wants you to see the results, not the strategy. There may be times when you feel you're supporting her hairdresser's entire family. Many a husband of a Leo woman finds himself pleading, "Honey, do you have to spend so much money at the beauty parlor?" But few lionesses like to do their own hair. A shampoo and set makes them feel pampered, and feeling pampered does something for every Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Unless she has a Cancer, Virgo or Capricorn ascendant, you may have to watch her with charge accounts. Leos easily slip overboard when it comes to spending for fine feathers, furnishings for the home or gifts for friends. Her wardrobe can be quite extensive. She can look luscious in evening gowns, dripping with sequins and rhinestones, or low-cut, dressy outfits. But she'll probably prefer casual clothes and sportswear, if she's a typical Leo girl. She likes tailored cuts and rich materials, but not necessarily frills and ruffles. Soft cashmeres, good Italian knits and imported English tweeds are her favorites. Her taste is usually excellent, if a bit expensive. An occasional Leo woman will overdo and bury her sense of style in gaudy, shocking clothes, but she's an exception to the general rule of the traditional leonine exquisite flair for fashion.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find her a superb hostess when you bring the boss home for dinner. He'll think you're a genius to have won her. She'll probably make a hit with his wife, too, because the lioness is popular with both men and women, and each sex gets treated to her friendly smile and her outgoing personality equally. Anyone who happens to be standing in her bright sunlight feels the warmth. Leos seldom cast a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, shell pour love on her children generously and lavish affection on them. It won't be easy for her to see their faults, but when she does, she'll be strict. Since she can't stand being taken for granted, if the children don't respect her she can pout in regal silence. Many Leo mothers have a peculiar way of spoiling the child without sparing the rod, quite a contradiction when you think about it. She may romp and play with her cubs, have long, chummy talks with them, but she'll also teach them to snap to attention like soldiers, polish their manners, and be obedient to their elders. At the same time, there's a danger of providing a shade too much spending money, and giving in to requests for luxuries. In a way, you might say she treats her offspring like petted members of a royal family, deeply loved, but expected to mind their p's and q's, especially in public. She'll be fiercely proud of their accomplishments, and heaven help the outsider who attempts to hurt them or judge them unfairly. With all this, she won't smother the youngsters. She's too independent to hover over them every second. She'll lead her own life, keeping a watchful eye out for her cubs, from a distance. Many Leo women are working mothers, but their youngsters seldom starve for attention. The career-minded Leos usually manage to balance motherhood and a job with perfect aplomb.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when she'll lose her dignity and poise and become a rollicking, playful lioness, with a flair for pure slapstick. She can roar with laughter like a healthy animal, but when the moment is gone, the satin voice and regal bearing return. No one can squelch a fresh remark or a rude question with as much cold contempt as a Leo female. She doesn't appreciate familiarity from strangers. Although she'll clown around and be surprisingly casual with intimates, outsiders are expected to keep their place.&lt;br /&gt;In the area of faithfulness, the Leo woman may remind you of the old toast, "Here's to me and here to you, and here's to love and laughter-I'll be true as long as you- not a single minute after." Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be jealous of her knack for being the center of attention in a roomful of admiring males. Heads always turn when the lioness smoothly glides by. She feels it's only natural for men to pay court to her. She may encourage masculine compliments and indulge in light, innocent flirtations, because her deep need for applause and adulation covers a strange fear that she's not feminine enough and she must constantly reassure herself that she's desirable. It doesn't mean she's not still in love with you, just because she smiles at your best friend and tells him she adores his new sports jacket. But don't try telling her best friend you like her new shirt. That's a whole different ball game. What's sauce for the gander is not sauce for the goose, to reverse the old nursery rhyme. If she hears you call your secretary anything much more intimate than "Miss What's-her-name," your purring kitten may scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not fair. But if you want to be the proud possessor of all those gorgeous brilliantly-colored feathers, you have to make a few concessions. After all, owning a peacock is hardly the same thing as owning a cuckoo bird or a cooing pigeon. Humor her vanity. She'll probably be important in her own right, because few Leo women can resist competing with men for prestige, if not income. Your lioness could be anything from an actress to a surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends and favorite Leos is a well-known New York psychiatrist. Granted, it's a career which permits her to lecture and advise (Leo's favorite pastime), but she gives her counsel with such a warm smile, sparkling eyes and deep compassion, her patients feel better just being in the same room with her. Her husband pays her all the respect and adoration she demands as her royal right, but he has a profession of his own to match hers. He's a gifted writer and poet, talents which always impress the sentimental Leo. They share equal billing in front of the footlights, yet he's the man and the boss behind the scenes. A perfect success formula for taming the lioness.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the key to a smooth relationship with your Leo girl. Don't let her smother you-but don't try to top her. Just paste a big, bright star on her dressing room door, and puff up your ego. You're quite a guy, you know-to have won the hand of the proud lioness. Tell me, how did you manage to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6410843446784079215?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6410843446784079215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6410843446784079215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6410843446784079215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6410843446784079215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sign.html' title='my sign'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-3535667426783117447</id><published>2010-02-22T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:01:39.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks when your mother doesn’t like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for almost a month now my mother has not liked me. She tells me she loves me, then I say, “but you don’t like me” then she says, “well… true”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened on a Wednesday. I had been driving her to her appointments at Kirklin Clinic. That’s no big deal, we work together downtown and I just drive her car drop her off then drive back to work. Total time away from work = not even ten min. But, this one particular day she needed someone to drive her to Crown Royal in Vestavia so she can pick up her car. Now, I teach about two seconds away from Crown and on Wednesdays I teach at 5:30. My mother called asking for a ride. I told her I’m leaving at 5 to go teach you can get a ride with me when I go. She then tells me that she has a class at 5:30, so, that won’t work. Then, she asks if I can just take her now. I say It doesn’t make sense for me to drive 20 min there and 20 min back then just have to leave again, getting stuck in traffic. She then tells me that I’m not doing anything right now and I have the time. All the while I’m thinking, yes, I’m not busy now but I’m still at my job. Yes, you are my mother and we work together and it’s convenient for you, but it’s not for me. She finally gets mad and tells me she will ask my father to come pick her up. She’s mad. End Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I get an email titled inconvenience. In the email she tells me… “Yes, I am angry that you are not willing to help me out with my car situation today.  I called dad and he was in the middle of getting his own car serviced and could not come and get me.  I called the shop and after waiting on hold for 10 minutes then getting transferred 3 times, they are sending a car to get me. This situation has left me frustrated and unhappy.  In order to keep free of these frustrated feelings I will try to avoid asking for your assistance in the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the email, she was very formal. So, I sent a formal reply… “I am sorry that you were inconvenienced today. Right after I got off the phone with you the helpdesk called and I had to deal with them. I just hope you realize that you can ask for assistance in the future you just may not always get the answer you would like. This is true of anyone you would ask. I’m sure there will be times when I am turned down in asking assistance of you. However, if you choose not to ask assistance I will respect your decision. And, I too will not ask anything of you. It just seems fair. I understand your frustration and again I am sorry. “ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reply seemed to upset her even more. She also showed it to my father and my brother. They have also voiced their disappointment in me. My little sister, whom I know will love me no matter what, told me that my mother thinks I had help from my boss in writing the reply. Now, that offends me. Am I not allowed to sound smart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, after she hadn’t replied to my apologies, I went to her and asked if she was still mad. She gave me very short answers and, finally told me that she has to work on keeping work and home separate. So now, she only speaks to me if it’s related to work. She doesn’t act like I’m her daughter; we don’t go to lunch anymore, and I can tell she is still mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told her when she’s ready to like me again that I’m here. It’s getting old. But she can hold a grudge like no one I’ve ever seen. I’m just glad I don’t live at home with them. I couldn’t bear having to come home to a hostile environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told her I’m sorry that I’m sorry I inconvenienced her, I’ve told her I’m sorry I hurt her feelings with the email, and I’ve given a general apology to cover anything I missed in translation. Am I forgiven? No. But she has accepted my apology. Do I miss her? Yes. But she won’t come around anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-3535667426783117447?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/3535667426783117447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=3535667426783117447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/3535667426783117447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/3535667426783117447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-sucks-when-your-mother-doesnt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-1367783230718199271</id><published>2010-02-06T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:34:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it's hard</title><content type='html'>“Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now, how would you feel if the one person that you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I don’t really like to talk about, but I’m having an urge to. Sometimes it’s nice to express to no one in particular what you’re feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I’m not the most fit person, or the most pretty, and I rarely take time to make myself look nice, and I know what physical things about myself I don’t like. In every past relationship I’ve had, the guy tells me how pretty I am and how lucky they are to be with me. True, it made me feel good, but I never really saw what they saw. I have never thought of my self as one of the “pretty girls.” It’s still hard for me to take those kinds of compliments. I’m not sure why that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I’m stupid for feeling that I’m not good enough. I do sometimes wish I were one of those girls who felt comfortable in make-up and dresses and trendy clothes. But, that’s not me. I like wearing t-shirts and jeans and I like it when my hair is messy. I think that’s the best part of being me. Isn’t that what makes me an individual? Isn’t that what makes me me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just hard when you like someone and enjoy the company of someone and they point out to you all the things you know are true. It is really hard to have the one person you love most to point out your flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-1367783230718199271?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/1367783230718199271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=1367783230718199271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/1367783230718199271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/1367783230718199271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-its-hard.html' title='sometimes it&apos;s hard'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4541530570371033416</id><published>2010-02-05T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:39:50.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all! &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a fantastic February. I can’t believe how fast January flew by. The weeks seem to be moving moderately fast but the days go by slow. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much has happened in the last few weeks. But, a few things have happened so I shall discuss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work- I am gaining more and more responsibilities at work. It fills up my day more which is good. I was getting tired of twiddling my thumbs. Every Monday and Tuesday I start the morning off with Clinics. Those are always hard to get up for because from now until the end of March I have to be at work on Monday at 6:30. That’s just so early. I do however like how fast Mondays and Tuesdays go by. I killed one of the plants in my office. I’m trying to revive it but it’s not looking good. I think those are all the current events in regards to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching- I am acquiring more students. That is good because it pays part of the bills. I am also being faced with the challenge of teaching someone who has absolutely no idea how to sing. She is really sweet and knows she can’t sing but is eager to try. On a side teaching note… The studio that I teach at is having a teacher performance night on February 27. We had our first rehearsal last night. Let me just say… WOW! The way it is going to work is, we all will do a solo piece and then, as of now, we are doing three group songs. EPIC songs.  I’m so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other- I got an iPhone. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to this month- I’m going to see Umphrey’s McGee next Tuesday. My dad is running the Mercedes Half Marathon. The teacher performance night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4541530570371033416?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4541530570371033416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4541530570371033416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4541530570371033416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4541530570371033416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-all-i-hope-everyone-is-having.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-5412065471447380040</id><published>2010-01-21T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:27:02.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another dollar</title><content type='html'>After a very relaxing weekend it’s back to the ole grind. I know it Thursday and almost time for another week end but I really haven’t had time to blog until now. I had a great weekend. Friday I got off work two hours early with pay. I am sad to say that right after I left my supervisor texted me to tell me she had gotten me a red velvet cupcake. I have the best co-workers. Because I had the entire afternoon off I went to East Lake to visit with Jeremy. We washed our cars. My car had bird poop all over it so it was nice for it to finally be clean. The rest of my weekend was nice and slow. Saturday I did go see 101 Dalmatians. By far the WORST musical I have ever seen. The story wasn’t the one I’m used to. Yeah, I get that it was based off the book and not the Disney move but come on! The songs were stupid, the theatre was loud and distracting, and out of the whole row of kids sitting in front of us, I got the seat behind the tallest man in the world. Well, maybe not the tallest man in the world but he was pretty freaking tall. The people playing people were on stilts and some of the actors couldn’t walk very well in them and they just looked like they would fall over at any moment. The only plus to the show was when the real Dalmatians ran across the stage and at the end when they did a bunch of tricks. It was really neat because they were all rescue dogs. After the show we went to Botega café. That was the part of the evening I was looking forward to. It ended up being a really nice night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off Monday. That was really nice. Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty busy days. I didn’t even have time to get in a chapter in my book. The one I’m reading, not the one I’m writing. I don’t think I’ll ever write a book. ANYWAY, I actually had work to do. Tuesday I got a call from a participant’s daughter looking for the girl whose job I took over. I told her that she doesn’t work here any more and the daughter proceeded to tell me that her mother, the participant had died the day before. Now, I had practiced this type of call, I even sat in the week before on this type of call. But those were thing that you could prepare for and have time to wrap your thoughts around. This was a “catch you off guard” type call. I tried my best to gather all the info I could and I was difficult to hear the sadness in the voice of the daughter. Notifications of Deaths are not that common in this study and we had two in two weeks. After the first one my boss told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while. Not true. I think given the circumstances I handled myself fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This warm weather is making me realize that spring is approaching fast and if I want to be swimsuit ready then I need to get my butt moving and shed these winter pounds. My original thought was to do Tae Bo in the morning and Yoga before bed. But after the first two mornings of hitting the snooze button I realized that that wasn’t going to happen so now I’m going to do yoga in the morning and Tae Bo at night and then light yoga before bed. I think yoga in the morning is a great idea because I feel relaxed and awake and calm. Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-5412065471447380040?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/5412065471447380040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=5412065471447380040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5412065471447380040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5412065471447380040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another day another dollar'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6752970229604454725</id><published>2010-01-06T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:30:58.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have time to blog.</title><content type='html'>Another week at the new job proves to be more eventful than the last two holiday weeks but still not much for me to do. I had a bigger part in the clinics and have been to a few meetings and now have the duties of making the breakfasts for the participants. But still, some days there is just nothing to do. For instance, Monday, I got to work at 6:30AM for our 7AM clinic. (We have to be there 30min before our first participant.) We had a busy day as far as clinics go. Clinic was over at around 12:15 and then I went to lunch with my mom. After lunch I came back to my office and had nothing to do the rest of the day. So I read this book I have been trying to finish since summer. I read from about 1:15 to about 5:45. At around 5:45 the lights in my office suit went out. It wasn’t the power because my computer was still on. But the light went out and it was very dark and scary because I was the only one left still here. I took that as my queue to leave. I went home and to bed. The next day was definitely more productive. Still, my day wasn’t packed. I’m not sure it ever will be. On Tuesdays I go teach private voice after work. My students were all back this time. So, I was exhausted when I got home. Today in clinic we only had one participant scheduled and my boss wanted me to take him to get practice. I think it went well and I feel good about it. Our participants are very nice and understanding. It makes this learning process very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been seeing my last love quite often. He tells me that things are on the right track to start seeing each other again. We are practically together already without the title. I still wonder if he’s just keeping me along until he finds someone better. I hope that’s not the case because I and head over heals for him. I just don’t want to get hurt again. I was devastated when he broke up with me this summer. I didn’t eat for a week and I cried when I went to sleep at night and I cried when I woke up the following morning. I don’t want to go through that again. I’m just not strong enough to say this isn’t a good idea. I do want to get back together. I want things to workout. I want him to be sweet to me like he is now. I want that all the time. I think I’m good enough for it. But we will see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where my roommate has been. She hasn’t been at the house in the past 6 weeks, except maybe for a couple of nights. And when I say a couple I mean 2, the exact meaning of the word couple. Hmm. I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for a meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6752970229604454725?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6752970229604454725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6752970229604454725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6752970229604454725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6752970229604454725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-still-have-time-to-blog.html' title='I still have time to blog.'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-7366733474783724149</id><published>2009-12-30T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:56:02.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn car.</title><content type='html'>This whole car situation is so frustrating. Today my father informed me that I needed to come out to 280 and sign some documents to complete the loan process. So, on my lunch break I braved the terrible lunch rush traffic. For those of you who don’t know, highway 208 traffic is the worst kind. So, I get to my house and we go to the bank that is doing the loan for us. The lady that my father has been speaking to about this matter had to leave due to an emergency so, another lady had to come in and figure out our situation. We go it all taken care of and everything was signed. Now we can go register my car. I’m getting excited because we have had this car parked in the driveway for a very long time and all I’ve wanted to do is take my new car home. So we get to the DMV and there was no line and three ladies at desks. One lady was already helping someone but the other two were just sitting there. It took them a good minute or two to ask us how they could help… really? Are you kidding me? You aren’t doing anything and I’m here ON MY LUNCH BREAK! I haven’t eaten lunch and I’m pushing two hours. I’M HUNGRY DAMNIT AND MY DAD IS IN A BAD MOOD! Sigh. Anyway, my father explains to the lady that we need to register my car and he tells her that it was totaled. She then asks if we have the documentation stating the total loss so we could get a discount on registration. He said that we have it but it’s at home. She tells him that he could go get it. Mind you, we live literally a minute away. So, he tells her ok and we walk to the car. As soon as we get out of the DMV my father screams F***! There was this lady sitting in her car and she looked at him like he was a complete maniac. I told my dad that I have to get back to work and he tells me to go home and get my moms car and go to work and he will come back and register my car. We say good bye and when he got in and closed the door to his car I heard him totally flip out. Screaming and yelling curse words and banging the steering wheel. I started to laugh because if you know my father you know that he is a very intimidating ex-marine. If you REALLY know my father then you know that he flips out over simple things… ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was about 10 and one morning and my dad had already gotten up and so I crawled into bed with my mom and we heard him scream from downstairs… “ANTS! YOU BASTARDS!” my mom and I just laughed. When we went downstairs, the whole kitchen reeked of Raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got in my mother’s car and drove back to work… to sit and sit and sit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-7366733474783724149?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/7366733474783724149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=7366733474783724149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7366733474783724149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7366733474783724149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-car.html' title='damn car.'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6659996259212029252</id><published>2009-12-29T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:36:13.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update. plain and simple</title><content type='html'>Wow. A lot has happened since I last posted. I actually miss my blog. OK. Lets see what has happened since that last post. I still teach private voice lessons. I have around 11 students. They are all nice and I love to see the improvements they make everyday. One thing I’m not too keen on is that when they decide to miss their lessons they don’t call me. So, I’m left to wait and wonder if they will come or not. Tuesdays are my long teaching days. I have 7 students on that day. Last Tuesday, I had 2 of the 7 show. And the other 5 didn’t feel the need to call and let me know. It is very frustrating. But, I enjoy teaching… when I get to. I don’t work at Victoria’s Secret PINK anymore. I quit because they kept cutting my hours. It was just a real waste of time. I did get that job I interviewed for at UAB but it didn’t turn out to be what I thought it was going to be. They led me to believe that I would get to work 20 hours a week and get paid twelve dollars an hour. Well, I did get paid $12/hr and I did work 20 hours the first week. Then, I only got called to work twice a month. So, for a while I was just living by the seat of my pants. I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in the longest time and had a hard time paying my bills. I was in a rut. It was not a happy time. Then, I totaled my car. I was driving on 20/59 the week before thanksgiving and it was rush hour traffic. I was stopped in the middle lane and some car came up behind me and rammed me into the SUV in front of me. My car is sloped in the front and went right under the SUV. It busted my head lights and bent up my hood. My car was still drivable so, I just drove it until I could call the insurance companies and take care of the mess. I took my car in and the estimated damage was around $3800. Now, my car was a 2001 Saturn. Not an expensive car. So they deemed it totaled. The guy who hit me’s insurance company gave my $4875 to go toward a new car. My uncle works at a dealership in Massachusetts and so he sent me links to his web sit to check out some cars and I picked out a 2005 Toyota Corolla. They shipped it here the Friday before Christmas and I won’t be able to take it home with me until this Wednesday because of legal issues. That whole situation is also very frustrating. Good new did eventually come my why however. My old boss at Medical towers called me and told me that one of the girls I worked with on the LookAHEAD Study (the UAB choir sang at an event they had for the participants in 2008.) had accepted a position at a different job and they needed someone to start immediately. And, since I had worked there before doing basic office work and kind of knew the ropes already I would be a good fit. So I accepted the temporary full-time position as Coordinator Data Collector. It was a God send because right when I thought I was going to have to go back to PINK and try to beg for my job back my old boss called. With this job, I have my own office… with a window view of the parking deck, health benefits… which is awesome because I was paying month to month individual blue. Things are really starting to turn around for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here at the new office has been really slow because of the holidays. We have no participants to see in clinic, and I don’t really have any participants to call. So, I’ve been trying to fill my time with busy work. But that isn’t working out. I just end up staring at my computer screen. I hope you have enjoyed reading about what I’m up to. Now that I’m not too busy in the office I’ll will try to fill your day with the nonsense in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6659996259212029252?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6659996259212029252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6659996259212029252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6659996259212029252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6659996259212029252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-plain-and-simple.html' title='update. plain and simple'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-368996072854081307</id><published>2009-08-14T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:19:29.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a post college student.</title><content type='html'>Having graduated in May with a degree in Music.... where does the story go from there? I went to Europe for two weeks. Exciting. I teach private voice lessons to people ages 5 to 18. Exhausting. I just started working retail at PINK by Victoria's Secret at the Galleria. Not ideal. I went for an interview at UAB's Lung health Center for a research position dealing with asthmatic children and hand hygiene. Interesting. My boss at the music store is starting a Kindermusic program where he wants me to be the teacher who is in-charge of it. Intense. Jenny and I have found a house to live in. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see. I will be living my life pay check to pay check. But, that's the exciting way right? It is the all american way to hold more than three jobs to live. It excites me just thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days now that I am not in school and have a set schedule is very strange to say the least, but it is exciting. I enjoy living with questions. not too many. But, I do enjoy it none the less. I have a feeling that I will miss choir very much. I have been in a choir ever since I can remember. My mom wants me to join the BCC. That may take some contemplation. I know I will miss the UAB choir. I have fond friends and memories. But, we all must let those be at some point in our lives. We can't all come back every time we have a free day. That gives no one time to miss us. I want to be missed. I'm not sure that I will be though. Good luck to all those who audition. I hope you have a great time and fond memories as I have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning guitar. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 23 on Sunday. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my best friend good luck in law school at LSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave with an anonymous quote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is lived in the present.  Yesterday is gone.  Tomorrow is yet to be.  Today is the miracle."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-368996072854081307?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/368996072854081307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=368996072854081307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/368996072854081307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/368996072854081307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-as-post-college-student.html' title='Life as a post college student.'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-3740294458119367229</id><published>2008-06-28T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:39:22.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to run a in the Mercedes Half-marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kierstyn and I began our training today. We plan to run a 5k in 7 weeks and 10k in 10 weeks. Then, we plan to continue our training to the Mercedes in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Races I plan on running:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Graystone 5k&lt;br /&gt;Race for the cure (5k)&lt;br /&gt;Vulcan Run (10k)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-3740294458119367229?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/3740294458119367229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=3740294458119367229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/3740294458119367229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/3740294458119367229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-im-going-to-run-in-mercedes-half.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6461687157400106932</id><published>2008-04-26T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:25:33.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just need a break</title><content type='html'>I have been writing this History paper for about four weeks... It is so hard to get things done when you know that you have other things you have to do as well. I moved most of my things home today. I still have a lot of crap still in the dorm. I have to make an A on my history final... ugh... Im stating to have dreams about my trip to Europe and I guess thats the only time my brain will give me to think about it because I know I haven't had time to think about it during the day. I think that when I get on the plane I just may pass out from exhaustion. I will have been up for about 4 days straight. oh yeah, thats right. i don't plan on sleeping from here on until I am on that plane. I know it may sound silly, but you gotta do what you gotta do. this blog may not make sense but i hope you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and i miss you very much friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6461687157400106932?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6461687157400106932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6461687157400106932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6461687157400106932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6461687157400106932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-need-break.html' title='i just need a break'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2395832519918323182</id><published>2008-04-24T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:58:46.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you so much!</title><content type='html'>My last day of classes was yesterday. And, now all I have to worry about is juries on friday, writing two papers before monday, and  my Music History final monday and lastly, my Music Theory final on tuesday. and I leave that afternoon! AH I haven't even been able to think about leaving. there is just too much to do here. I think I'm just going to pass out. I miss you and I hope you are having fun in Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2395832519918323182?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2395832519918323182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2395832519918323182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2395832519918323182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2395832519918323182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-you-so-much.html' title='I miss you so much!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2480597459513706575</id><published>2008-04-19T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:39:06.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for postcards!</title><content type='html'>I love, love love getting postcards from you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our Spring concert! It was awesome! Ashlee said that it was the best that she had ever heard and she knows because she has been to every concert since I started at UAB. She said that she could tell that we were headed to a huge competition and she felt the fire in us! I'm excited about going... it just hasn't sunk in yet... there is still too much to do. I think it will actually sink in 1. while I'm packing. or 2. when I'm on the plane. There is just to much to think about first before I can think about the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to hear that you are headed to Hawaii... that means that you are closer to home. And, you being closer to home means that I am closer to getting to see your face! I miss you so much! I really really REALLY hope that you can stay here until i get home even if it is for just a day. I miss you so much, I don't think I could take it, knowing that you are back in the country and I cant take a trip to Charleston to see you... I'm taking 10 hours this summer in hopes of graduating may 09. Ah! It is such a scary thought. I dont know what I'm going to do with myself. well, I love you and be safe in Hawaii and enjoy it! It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2480597459513706575?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2480597459513706575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2480597459513706575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2480597459513706575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2480597459513706575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-for-postcards.html' title='Yay for postcards!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-389676352771644784</id><published>2008-04-17T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:14:23.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to kick some stupid boy ass!</title><content type='html'>Thats right!! I said it! How dare he make my best friend cry on her birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to hear from you! I wanted to cry when I had to hang up. I miss you even MORE now that I got to hear your face! I love you so much and try not to pee on yourself when you go skydiving. I think it may be a good idea to wear plastic! I love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home, there are two lawn chairs and a few beers with our names on them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-389676352771644784?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/389676352771644784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=389676352771644784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/389676352771644784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/389676352771644784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-going-to-kick-some-stupid-boy-ass.html' title='I&apos;m going to kick some stupid boy ass!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-7288717908654847095</id><published>2008-04-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:26:21.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Best Friend!!! Yay for being 21!!! I know Im a little early but I couldn't wait to tell you HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I say what Jason wrote on your wall. what a weirdo! when you get back and I get back if you are still here, we need to go out to On Tap and play that trivia game again! I found that paper from the last time. "Fuck you and the trivia horse you rode in on!" and I dont think we can forget the "Water-world" incident. I miss you so much friend! It makes me want to cry! I love you so much and you are the greatest best friend ever! I'm going to wear the CofC shirt you gave to me tomorrow! in your honor! I miss you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday from me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. the fam and Joey and Ashlee say Hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-7288717908654847095?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/7288717908654847095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=7288717908654847095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7288717908654847095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7288717908654847095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6797447006354377412</id><published>2008-04-13T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:29:34.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you!</title><content type='html'>Hello friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wednesday... you turn 21. Just incase you forgot. Do you have anything special planned? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all my hair cut off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/SAJQsuNAnpI/AAAAAAAAABE/AoU-vwVtWLo/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/SAJQsuNAnpI/AAAAAAAAABE/AoU-vwVtWLo/s320/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188798449931296402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6797447006354377412?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6797447006354377412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6797447006354377412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6797447006354377412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6797447006354377412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/SAJQsuNAnpI/AAAAAAAAABE/AoU-vwVtWLo/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4179771353446601236</id><published>2008-04-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:05:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friend!</title><content type='html'>I love getting post cards from you! they make my day so much better! I leave for Europe April 29th and will come back May 28th... I don't want to miss you! so, about this sky diving thing... My friend jenny wants to go sky diving and bungee jumping in Germany I only committed to bungee... sky diving just freaks me out. there is just something not right about jumping out of planes plus i dont even really like flying... it scares me. but if you have the opportunity i would take it. I'm getting my hair cut on friday... thats about the only thing exciting going on in my life at this moment. right now my hair is to the middle of my back. I'm cutting 11 inches off and giving it to locks of love. Jill is too. there is a lot to do before i can leave for Ireland. I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!! I cant wait for you to get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4179771353446601236?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4179771353446601236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4179771353446601236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4179771353446601236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4179771353446601236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend_10.html' title='friend!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-5785068541872254479</id><published>2008-04-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:30:11.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for my text today friend! I have a question... If I text or call you, will you get it? I miss you so much! Have a great day! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-5785068541872254479?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/5785068541872254479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=5785068541872254479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5785068541872254479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5785068541872254479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend.html' title='Friend!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2251417552587796345</id><published>2008-04-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:06:13.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi friend!</title><content type='html'>I bet you are having the time of your life! I miss you SO much! Not too much has been going on here. We went to see Spamalot yesterday. It was so funny! This month is going to jam-packed with stuff to do. I have to move home, take my finals early, write a few papers, and go to Ireland. All in this month. Well, I cant wait to hear all about your trip when you get back and when I get back! You'll have all those "this one time when I was at semester at sea..." I cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I think someone turns 21 in a week and a half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2251417552587796345?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2251417552587796345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2251417552587796345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2251417552587796345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2251417552587796345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-friend.html' title='Hi friend!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4768411059407368754</id><published>2008-03-31T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:35:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kierstyn,</title><content type='html'>So, I miss you. I hate the fact that I'm going to miss your 21st birthday. I hate the fact that when you get home... I'm not going to be here. I hate the fact that I dont know the next time I'm going to get to see you. I miss you so much.... I can honestly say that I have never missed anyone this much in my entire life. you see, I dont miss people that easily but I miss you more than I can tell you. I hope you are having the time of your life! When I get home from my trip at the end of May I will have four days until summer classes start. I want to hang out! even if you are back in charleston. I miss you so much!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4768411059407368754?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4768411059407368754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4768411059407368754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4768411059407368754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4768411059407368754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/03/kierstyn.html' title='Kierstyn,'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6835003391504670082</id><published>2008-03-23T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:30:44.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter Best Friend!!!! I miss you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6835003391504670082?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6835003391504670082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6835003391504670082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6835003391504670082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6835003391504670082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-best-friend-i-miss-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-5096658160541576433</id><published>2008-03-18T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:55:37.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello/ apology</title><content type='html'>1st things first... Dr. Copeland, on behalf of all the Chamber singers I apologize. I would like you to know that I didn't do it. But, I would like to apologize. When a teacher or someone in an authority position makes a group announcement like that it always makes me feel like I did something wrong even-though I had nothing to do with it. I would however, like to apologize for those who did disrespect you.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kierstyn, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wall post today!!! It always makes me smile when I hear from you. It makes me want to tell everyone that I did hear from you... even people who dont know who you are! Im just like, I heard from Kierstyn today!! YAY and they say, who is that.. and then I say, only the coolest person in the entire WORLD! and then they are jealous because they dont know the coolest person in the entire world! so, How is the prime rib roast of Malaysia? (a little Zoolander for ya...) I miss you so much! Come home please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-5096658160541576433?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/5096658160541576433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=5096658160541576433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5096658160541576433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5096658160541576433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-apology.html' title='hello/ apology'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-8823712679134555034</id><published>2008-03-11T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:46:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Home!</title><content type='html'>Hi friend! Thanks for the post card!!!! I was so excited to hear from you! Ashlee and I are at the beach! Its really windy! yesterday we got beat to death with sand do we went to the pool... then the sun went away and it got kind of chilly! but we are having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you have a boy? Eh...? I did kind of laugh out loud when you told me who he reminded you of. I'm glad when you got lost, the boat didnt leave you! and you climbed a mountain?! wow! thats cool! I miss you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee, Joey, and the fam say hey and they love you!... I'm going to see Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles at workplay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you tell me it's&lt;br /&gt;Make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better&lt;br /&gt;Reason to write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise. &lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;You take me the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;You take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-8823712679134555034?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/8823712679134555034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=8823712679134555034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/8823712679134555034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/8823712679134555034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-home.html' title='Come Home!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-8045715122579252076</id><published>2008-03-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:19:31.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Best Friend!</title><content type='html'>yesterday I went fishing for the first time! It was so much fun! my friend Jenny has this pond behind her house and she took me and Joey, Ashlee, and her boy... I didnt catch anything... but I did have 2 nibbles. Ashlee caught 2 brim. I really miss you and wish you could come home now! next weekend and that week is spring break and Ashlee and I are going to her house! and THE BEACH! I know Its not as exciting as taking a tug-boat across the Pacific to see you or as exciting as wherever you are now... but it will be fun just the same! I love you and miss you VERY MUCH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-8045715122579252076?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/8045715122579252076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=8045715122579252076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/8045715122579252076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/8045715122579252076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-best-friend.html' title='Hi Best Friend!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4112856345105968948</id><published>2008-02-28T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:41:03.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna need for you to come home so we can have lawn-chair  time! I miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4112856345105968948?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4112856345105968948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4112856345105968948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4112856345105968948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4112856345105968948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/02/friend.html' title='Friend!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-9046303666921214617</id><published>2008-02-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:25:52.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kierstyn,</title><content type='html'>I bet it is scary in all that bad weather more so that you are on a big boat! Spring break is coming up for me and I am working on getting that tug-boat! I think it would take me a long time to tug my way to you and I only have one week. well, back to the weather, we had bad weather last night. I woke up around 3:15 AM (and thanks to Mr. Jason Eversull that time is a very scary time) but anyway... while living on the 9th floor has its advantages, it also has its disadvantages. Sometimes the wind gets so bad that it pulls the stair well door open and then makes all the doors in the Hall shake and make loud banging noises. It's not always a problem, just annoying, but last night our RA came and woke us all up and told us to get in the hall because there was a tornado watch. usually we have to go to the 1st and 2nd floors but the wind was so bad in the stairwell that we couldn't get down there. finally the wind calmed down and the loud speaker came on and it told us to go to the bottom two floors. so, Ashlee and I debated  whether we should go down or not. we did and they kept us down there until 4:30 in the morning. I then couldn't get back to sleep until almost 5.  We were going to go work out this morning but when my alarm went off I was so freaking tired I just couldn't get out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up that little Island of the coast of Madagascar that you are going to or at at now... SO Jealous! It looks so beautiful! well, I guess I will go eat lunch now... maybe take a nap. I love you and miss you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-9046303666921214617?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/9046303666921214617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=9046303666921214617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/9046303666921214617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/9046303666921214617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/02/kierstyn_26.html' title='Kierstyn,'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2351856357874223726</id><published>2008-02-25T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:19:38.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ui'/><title type='text'>Kierstyn,</title><content type='html'>Dear Kierstyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm going to be unselfish and say that I hope you are having a fabulous time in Mauritius :)  But the real focus of this particular message is to tell you that I miss your crazy self.  That's right - I said it,  and I mean what I say my friend.  So, when you get back in the states, you, Me, Jackie - we need to spend some QT.  Really though, I hope you're having a great time.  It's pretty awesome that you have the opportunity to see so much - I'm just a tad jealous :)  Have fun and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friend!!! It's Jackie and today was a good day Ashlee and I went grocery shopping and we now have food! I've started going to the gym every morning i like it better than going at night. we split a bottle of Pinot Grigio and used your glasses that you gave me for my birthday! It made me think of you! well, I guess I will talk to you later! Love you and miss you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2351856357874223726?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2351856357874223726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2351856357874223726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2351856357874223726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2351856357874223726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/02/kierstyn_25.html' title='Kierstyn,'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4459399493765528497</id><published>2008-02-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:29:45.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kierstyn,</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the postcard!Im doing great! Im glad to hear you are having fun and playing with penguins! You made me smile when I heard from you! Joey and the Fam say hey! I miss you so much! Just the other day I was telling Ashlee that I miss you SO much because i have no idea when I'm going to get to see you next! I hate not knowing! but, I know that it will be soon so i guess i'll just have to wait. but it is so hard to wait! I miss you  so much! I hate no being able to just call you up to tell you a stupid story! Nanny, Mark and Nolan were in town this week. we went ice skating, to the space and rocket center, we made a pizza from scratch, played Apples to Apples. we just did a whole bunch of fun things! AH! I miss you! well, I'm glad that you can read blogs! Now I'm going to write my blogs to you while you are away at sea! I Love you and study hard and most of all have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4459399493765528497?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4459399493765528497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4459399493765528497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4459399493765528497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4459399493765528497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/02/kierstyn.html' title='Kierstyn,'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6638184229013914281</id><published>2008-02-21T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:49:29.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It really been bothering me...</title><content type='html'>Different illnesses have been going around like the flu, strepp, and bronchitis. This week, a big percent of the choir has been affected by these illnesses so they have not been able to sing with us. (WE MISS YOU!) The past few days the people who are still singing have been struggling. (We are tired too, and we dont have all off our numbers) well, I have seen some of the people sitting on the side making faces of disgust while we are singing. This really upsets me and hurts my feelings because we are trying  our best and when I see faces like that not only is it distracting but it undermines our efforts. I know some chords dont lock in right away, but the faces of disgust are just uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6638184229013914281?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6638184229013914281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6638184229013914281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6638184229013914281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6638184229013914281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-really-been-bothering-me.html' title='It really been bothering me...'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4814846807686743789</id><published>2007-12-24T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:20:36.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great next two days! I want to say that I am very thankful for all the friends that I have and am blessed to know! Merry Christmas to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4814846807686743789?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4814846807686743789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4814846807686743789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4814846807686743789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4814846807686743789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas-eve-i-hope-everyone-has.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-4429961955969882066</id><published>2007-10-16T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:15:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having good friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxVGDX00jxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j0hbPcynte0/s1600-h/g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxVGDX00jxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j0hbPcynte0/s320/g.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122077174952922898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that having good friends is key in having a great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I have GREAT friends. My best friend Kierstyn was in town this weekend and I loved it because I never get to see her. She lives in Charleston, SC... so far away from me. we have known each other since seventh grade but we really didn't become really good friends until senior year of high school. I have tons of good friends in the choir. They all get me through the day and make me smile! Chris Josof has been one of my best friends for a VERY long time. We met Freshmen year in high school and were friends ever since... with a few rocky times along the way, but what friendship hasen't been tested. I think that it's nice to have friends that you can just go to the park and play with and have a good time. It's getting to be so nice outside I recommend going out to play with your friends! I know I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, GO SOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxVFkX00jvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kZHh411LcPY/s1600-h/025_000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxVFkX00jvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kZHh411LcPY/s320/025_000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122076642376978162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-4429961955969882066?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/4429961955969882066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=4429961955969882066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4429961955969882066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/4429961955969882066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/10/having-good-friends.html' title='Having good friends'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxVGDX00jxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j0hbPcynte0/s72-c/g.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-6274721310650195108</id><published>2007-10-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:58:47.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's Saturday</title><content type='html'>I was reading my old blog posts, and laughing because I dont know how anyone could understand what I was trying to say. But, you all read it and somehow understood. So, it's Saturday and I'm just sitting on the couch with Joey watching Alabama play Ole Miss. I dont care who winns, it doesn't effect me in any way other than if Alabama loses and Joey is in a bad mood for a hott second. The only thing I care about with football is if I do well in my ESPN College pick'ems so far this year I haven't done so well but, what can I say most the teams they put on there I don't care about anyway. I start to care when I have no idea who to pick because no one team is consistent in their playing that I feel confident in picking them. So, I pick and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierstyn Is in TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxEG8n00jsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poSgTZNxvfI/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxEG8n00jsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poSgTZNxvfI/s320/web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120881889849413314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Wings with my brother Jason and my boyfriend Joey to watch the Red Sox play the Indians. When the waiter came to take our dink order I ordered a water and a MillerLite. The guy gave me this strange look and then said in an very unbelieving way, " You have ID?" That was the first time anyone who has served me alcohol gave me that look. The look saying "You have to be kidding, You look like you're 15" but whatever. Every time he came back to ask if i wanted another drink, he gave me this look that seemed to say, I still don't believe that you can be 21. Anyway, we went to Wings to watch the Sox play, needless to say, they won! 10-3 they play again tonight but I will be a UAB's Homecoming game against Tulane. My friend Caleb Cash Is in the Top 5 finalists for Mr. UAB! GO CALEB!! My family will be tailgating. It should be good fun. After wings last night Joey and I went to Wal-Mart to buy pumpkins. Then Kierstyn and Joey and I all went to Katie's to carve the pumpkins! Mine and Kierstyn's were special together but Joey's was the coolest one there! He carved the Nightmare before Chirstmas character Jack! Its so cool! There are pictures, I just don't have any... sorry, I'll try to get some posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxEHNX00jtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1qKzvKjiJw/s1600-h/web-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxEHNX00jtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1qKzvKjiJw/s320/web-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120882177612222162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-6274721310650195108?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/6274721310650195108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=6274721310650195108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6274721310650195108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/6274721310650195108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-its-saturday.html' title='Well, it&apos;s Saturday'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/RxEG8n00jsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poSgTZNxvfI/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2141120092450395703</id><published>2007-08-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:26:27.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't BELIEVE it's finally here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm 21!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2141120092450395703?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2141120092450395703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2141120092450395703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2141120092450395703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2141120092450395703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-believe-its-finally-here-im-21.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-1329272870311911592</id><published>2007-04-09T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:03:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name that tune</title><content type='html'>1. I can tell ya things nobody knows, I've been everywhere nobody goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I walked 47 miles of barbed wire I got a cobra snake for a necktie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Baby, the clock on the wall is lying It’s not really that late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out I laugh myself to sleep It's my lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; That burns a building down, Splits a family in two, Puts people on streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Grew up in a small town. And when the rain would fall down. I'd just stare out my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;she's just waiting for the summertime, when the weather's fine, and she could hitch a ride out of town, and so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Breathe in right away, nothing seems To fill this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I drank til I stumbled, I drank til I fell. When the drunk part was over it hurt me like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I'm the rolling thunder; the pouring rain. I'm comin' on like a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Come out come out, No use in hiding. Come now come now, Can you not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I'm so tired of being here. Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; She acts like Summer and walks like rain.Reminds me that there's a time to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-1329272870311911592?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/1329272870311911592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=1329272870311911592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/1329272870311911592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/1329272870311911592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/04/name-that-tune.html' title='name that tune'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-7784408921584050474</id><published>2007-03-15T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:27:23.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Roche does Meatloaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uflZakj9PpY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uflZakj9PpY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of you don't know this side to my brother. So, I would like to share it with you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-7784408921584050474?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/7784408921584050474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=7784408921584050474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7784408921584050474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/7784408921584050474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/03/jason-roche-does-meatloaf_15.html' title='Jason Roche does Meatloaf'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2218223334636737459</id><published>2007-03-15T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:26:51.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Roche does Meatloaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uflZakj9PpY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uflZakj9PpY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of you don't know this side to my brother. So, I would like to share it with you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2218223334636737459?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2218223334636737459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2218223334636737459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2218223334636737459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2218223334636737459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/03/jason-roche-does-meatloaf.html' title='Jason Roche does Meatloaf'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-3977398693632154487</id><published>2007-01-04T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:07:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of classes</title><content type='html'>well, It's back to school time... well... classes. yes, they are new classes and such I just really glad to be back! hope all of you have a great first day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forciby floss your teeth with barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob for apples in a deep fryer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so I know the would you rathers have been real morbid but I get them from my calender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-3977398693632154487?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/3977398693632154487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=3977398693632154487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/3977398693632154487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/3977398693632154487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-classes.html' title='First day of classes'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-5735314818071391880</id><published>2007-01-03T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:03:03.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of break</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day before we go back to school... some things I have to get done are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get books-need to do&lt;br /&gt;find out  where classes are- done&lt;br /&gt;take checks to the HUC-need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I may actually do today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go see my boss  at the pool to see if I have a job there for this coming summer&lt;br /&gt;go shopping with the gift cards I got for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;MAY get my books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Would you rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Fight Mike Tyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Talk like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-5735314818071391880?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/5735314818071391880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=5735314818071391880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5735314818071391880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/5735314818071391880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-day-of-break.html' title='last day of break'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-2366760325997263530</id><published>2007-01-02T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:26:44.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Dorm</title><content type='html'>My Dorm was a mess! I cleaned it or tried at least. I got a would you rather day calender! so I will try to post one as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die in an avalanch  of croutons&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;drown in a giant bowl of New England clam Chowder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-2366760325997263530?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/2366760325997263530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=2366760325997263530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2366760325997263530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/2366760325997263530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-dorm.html' title='Back to the Dorm'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-116675078393650188</id><published>2006-12-21T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:26:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm back in the game</title><content type='html'>Its 3 days until Christmas, and I'm ready. My Grandparents just got here today,my Dad's parents, they drive up every year from Naples Florida. This is the 12th year they have been coming. I'm very glad they can be here for Christmas. I did well in school this past fall. I didn't make my goal of getting a 3.0 I got a 2.97 AH SO CLOSE! but next semester i WILL get a 3.0! GOSH DARN IT! I know I told a lot of you that I was going with the choir to Europe, but that is no longer true. sad yet i get to keep my money! I'm still dating Joey! We have been dating for 1 year and 4 months. I love him.... I guess... Just kidding! I DO LOVE HIM!!! Thank God the College football espn pick'em is over. I didn't finish in the top anything but I finished without missing a week! Yay me. I still teach at mountain brook baptist church teaching 4 year olds! we just had our parent open house and they did great! they sign language to away in a manger, the flea song, and joey did a rhythm activity with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done this in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In a game that you couldn't finish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-116675078393650188?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/116675078393650188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=116675078393650188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/116675078393650188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/116675078393650188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-im-back-in-game.html' title='and I&apos;m back in the game'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-115707397169944620</id><published>2006-08-31T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:26:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>practice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I really wanted this solo we are doing in Chamber Singers called David of the White Rock Arranged by Ben Parry. The begining of the song is the solo singing Welsh. So, therefore i've been brushing up on my welsh. Practice... makes welsh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Classes have started. I'm taking mostly music classes. I am taking Math 110. The classes are going well. my goal is to get all A's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The voting for my mom takes place tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rellyawards.com"&gt;www.rellyawards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its says that you can only vote once, but if you delete your cookies you can vote as many times as you want! Please Please Please! VoTe!!!! at least once! but if you can, vote more!!!                                                                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-115707397169944620?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/115707397169944620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=115707397169944620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115707397169944620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115707397169944620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/08/practice.html' title='practice!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-115677530693511977</id><published>2006-08-28T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:28:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's this week people!</title><content type='html'>voting will take place this week (Friday, September 1st 9am-midnight) for my mom Cathy Roche!! Please Please PLEASE VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to vote go to &lt;a href="http://www.RellyAwards.com"&gt;www.RellyAwards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember! you can only vote until midnight! so keep telling all your friends and maybe post your own blog/livejournal/whatever you have! Cough COPELAND cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. thats all! VOTE FOR CATHY ROCHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-115677530693511977?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/115677530693511977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=115677530693511977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115677530693511977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115677530693511977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-this-week-people.html' title='it&apos;s this week people!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-115574352260050958</id><published>2006-08-16T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T08:52:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-115574352260050958?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/115574352260050958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=115574352260050958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115574352260050958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115574352260050958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-115530489011700818</id><published>2006-08-11T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:01:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my family went to Regis and Kelly while we were in New York and my mom was the lucky audience member who won $500 to linens n' things and if you saw the tape and or show you saw how funny she was when she won. So, yesterday she got a call and it was the show telling her she was up for an award. Apparently they have their own Emmy awards and MY MOM is up for the real people award! The show will air on September 1st and after the show people are supposed to vote! So everyone has to get all their friends and try to help my mom win this award!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tell EVERYONE YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW!!!! AND VOTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Jackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-115530489011700818?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/115530489011700818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=115530489011700818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115530489011700818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115530489011700818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/08/important-message.html' title='IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-115435745802032915</id><published>2006-07-31T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:50:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Wassup - Budweiser Ad Spoof</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3816804829051349227" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spoof of the Budweiser Wassup commercial.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-115435745802032915?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/115435745802032915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=115435745802032915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115435745802032915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115435745802032915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/07/popcorn-wassup-budweiser-ad-spoof.html' title='Popcorn Wassup - Budweiser Ad Spoof'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-115151888490920800</id><published>2006-06-28T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:21:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you!(Delia, Charles, Erin, Clay, Sam, Caleb, and many many more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my tan, but work is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/cute%20jackie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dating Joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living at home for the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not singing at Life teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifeguarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/fenway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate 2, yes, 2 lobsters right after another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going swing dancing this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also going to the beach this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking summer classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning 20 in 48 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about getting a house with my ashlee next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-115151888490920800?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/115151888490920800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=115151888490920800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115151888490920800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/115151888490920800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114635591725799314</id><published>2006-04-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:11:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you all are amazing to me</title><content type='html'>I told Charles that I would write a blog for him... well, as him... but I just don't have the strength or the intellect. he told me I would have to use big words, but I just cant do it! I don't have the power! so, Charles, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I haven't really blogged in a while and for that I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee is going to move in with me for the summer and I am so excited! its going to be great fun. the reason she is going to live me is because she is getting a job here in Birmingham with my mom at Medical Towers. It is going to be great fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so moved by a movie that tears would not stop rolling down my cheek. Last night i saw United 93. The movie is the story of the takeoff and hijacking of United Airlines Flight 93 by terrorists, the discovery by passengers with cell phones that other hijacked planes had been steered into the World Trade Center towers, and the realization that their plane was being steered toward Washington D.C. In the movie it shows the second plain hit the tower and at that moment I got chills. then, when the passengers were on their phones, telling their family good bye and that they love them... I heart broke for them and for their familys. I cannot imagine what that would be like and I never want to feel that. after the movie, I wanted to call all my friends and tell them how much they meant to me and how much I love them. so, to everyone I know... I love you and I'm glad that God put you in my life and you all mean so much to me that I can not even begin to tell you. Thank you for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-114635591725799314?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114635591725799314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114635591725799314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114635591725799314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114635591725799314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-all-are-amazing-to-me.html' title='you all are amazing to me'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114495000123383941</id><published>2006-04-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:04:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i know it has been a very long time and i know you all missed me so much that you couldn't even stand it any more... well enough of all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;i went to a wedding this past weekend and i have to say, that it was one of the most beautiful weddings that i have ever been to. it was outside in a garden and the weather was AMAZING! and the bride's dress was stunning, and everything was just so awesome! the reception was so much fun too! (oh yeah it was my roommates mom who got married) Ashlee, my roommate, and i danced (and Ashlee, yeah, she doesn't dance...) it was so much fun! and while we were down there we went to the beach and jumped in the ocean with all our clothes on and such! i had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend my cousin is coming in town from Massachusetts she is coming in town for Easter and so I'm going to take her out on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone seen that show about the inventors? well, i watched it last night and it was very emotional. when i saw the preview i thought it was going to be like American idol for inventors, but it's not. it was kind of intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will just leave you all with some wedding pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;me and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;the wedding party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;me and Ashlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh no! i have no feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;we jumped into the ocean with all out clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;me Brittany and Ashlee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;me Ashlee and Brittany&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/13078483-114495000123383941?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114495000123383941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114495000123383941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114495000123383941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114495000123383941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-it-has-been-very-long-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114420303402695360</id><published>2006-04-04T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:12:06.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I Friggin love this weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so great! today after dinner me, caleb and ashlee went the the "mini park" ... i still dont know why its called that!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoot! it was a B. E . A utiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i will be going to a wedding with my roommate ASHLEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thursday is also mine and Joey's 8th month of dating... I love you joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see... what else... i really want to go shopping for some summer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a job for the summer... i will be life guarding at brookhighland racquet club! i was a lifeguard there for 3 years and then last year i was late telling them i wanted to work there and when i did call they told me that they already had all their guards... SO i went to work at the rec center. so now im going back to work there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the summer! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-114420303402695360?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114420303402695360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114420303402695360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114420303402695360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114420303402695360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-spring.html' title='ah spring!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114231485293580023</id><published>2006-03-13T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:42:18.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i have to say! AUBURN was so much BETTER than ALABAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after voice class... me, Sam, Erin, Charles, and Chris went to throw the football at the "mini park"... (i still don't know why they call it the mini park... it must not be worthy enough to be called just the park. but what do i know? i don't know) after that Chris and I drove to Kierstyn's house and from there we left for Auburn. when we got to auburn we couldn't really find Greg so wen went out to eat and then we found Greg and he took us to an AU singers party... it was pretty fun. Chris and i wanted some sprees so Kierstyn took us to the gas station to get our candy. after the party kind of died we went to Tara's apartment. we all were kind of tired so we crashed there til morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up and went to get food for a picnic and then went to chewacalla park. it was so nice outside and beautiful there. we met up with Mary Wheeler and Patrick Stewart. we took pictures. then we came home! it was a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/400/n21306783_30336389_6077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to see Little shop of horrors at John Carroll... Jane and Matt were AWESOME!!! great job to every one! i loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to spend so much time with joey saturday and sunday! i loved it! i can't wait until spring break when i get to spend about a week with him! I LOVE YOU Joey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-114231485293580023?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114231485293580023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114231485293580023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114231485293580023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114231485293580023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-i-have-to-say-auburn-was-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114170803634929489</id><published>2006-03-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:08:31.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ok so, i had a cold last week and well, quite frankly, it sucked. Ashlee and Caleb came into the dorm on Wednesday and I was all passed out on the couch and yeah! they took a picture... of me being all sick... MEAN! but I'm over it. so this week... the high is not going under 65, and sunny everyday and to me that's just a tease because i love this kind of weather and living in Alabama, its like this for a week and then it either starts to rain or it gets cold or both... and that sucks because being in college and living on campus I walk everywhere. MEAN AGAIN! today was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up next to my best friend, Kierstyn(she is in town for her spring break) then i went to lunch, then I went with Chris and Sam to practice for Chamber... BUT, we didn't have chamber. me Sam and Charles then ran into Dr. Copeland and i said hey! HEY DR. COPELAND! (said with much enthusiasm) so we decided to go throw the football in the mini park. - why do they call it the mini park? is there a bigger park here at UAB? oh well. it was so nice outside today i love it! oh yeah Clay played too and Erin read for her "pop test". i love all you guys! Sam, Charles, Clay, Erin! you guys are my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday Joey and I got to hang out! we haven't really just hung out and not do anything! it was really nice to just me and him have fun. i have missed him because he has been all busy because of school and all. I love you joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to Tuscaloosa Friday with Kierstyn and i thought i had friends there but i guess they don't like me any more. because no one wanted let us stay with them. and they didn't invite us anywhere. they were all like, well, we are going to this party what are you guys doing? and kierstyn and I were like... Uh... well, we don't know what to do... so we went home at like 10:30 p.m. and well, to me, that's just not cool. BUT! i love Kierstyn! and i love my UAB friends! and I LOVE JOEY! so, BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this weekend Kierstyn and i are going to see if people at Auburn still like us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-114170803634929489?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114170803634929489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114170803634929489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114170803634929489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114170803634929489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-i-had-cold-last-week-and-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114098054760553552</id><published>2006-02-26T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:11:27.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me, Sam and Mandy at Chili's&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="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i cant tell you all how much fun i had this past week in WV. i got to know some really cool people and i found out the the Florida State choir scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i woke up so friggin' early and Sam and i walked to the bus to leave for WV...(yes, we walked from camp to the hulsey center with our luggage.)we were not even ten minutes into the trip when Sam and i fell asleep. not a restful sleep though... it was as comfortable as one could get on a bus. we finally got to WV and went straight to the Clay Center to practice waling on stage. after that we went to Chili's for dinner. then it was off to bed for we were to awake early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we got up and went to sing at the Clay Center and right as we were about to walk on stage the fire alarm went off and we all had to go stand outside in the cold! can you believe it! yeah we couldn't either. but, after that we went on and sang and did a great job! Maggie's solo was great and we got a standing ovation. the rest of the day was up to us to have fun! i had a great time hanging out with Erin, Sam, Charles, Clay, Martin, Chris R on the ride home... and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finally found someone who can carry on a conversation with only using quotes! and that to me is surprising! Charles! on the way back to Birmingham we quoted movies and shows... and when we weren't quoting movies or shows... we were quoting ourselves. (NATION.... ALLITY!)&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say that was a great trip and i got to know many people. I'm sad that i will not get to see many of them because we don't have choir this week but i will get to see some on Monday... and that makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent 3 days straight with you guys... and you would think that i would be tired of you all... but the truth is, these past 2 days i have missed you all SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys! &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/13078483-114098054760553552?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114098054760553552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114098054760553552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114098054760553552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114098054760553552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-sam-and-mandy-at-chilis-i-cant-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-114021567682289674</id><published>2006-02-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:40:17.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write whatever the hell you want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(trying to blog)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I want to thank all of you who posted… those I know and those I don’t. I know that most of you said that I don’t really write much, and this I know is true. The reason for this is… I don’t really feel like there is anything I feel strongly enough about to write. When I do post a blog, it is just because I haven’t in a long while and I just put something down and post a picture. And, the only way I get comments is because I post a “would you rather” and usually the only person who posts comments is Joey, my boyfriend, and he already knows what I am going to write before I write it.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I don’t post often is because if I do have an opinion and I try to blog about it I just come off as mean or something I’m not. I’m not the best writer in the world… and I just do not want to come off as an ignorant person. Not that I don’t want to step on any toes… OH! Because I’ll step on your toes! I’m just so freakin’ ADD that I start to ramble and by the end of the blog, I have no idea what I started out posting.&lt;br /&gt;Now, having said that… I would like to know what you people want from my blog. I know my writing is hard to understand sometimes, because I write like I talk. But, you know what? So do a lot of people! So, step off! I’ll tell you about my day, but everyday is pretty much the same. Just adding and subtracting classes. I could tell you about my weekend, but I lead a very boring life. Plus, it feels like the only person reading my blog is Joey and I spend my weekend with him. Although, I could tell you about the adventures of J-A-C… (This stands for J-Jackie, A- Ashlee, and C-Caleb) There is at least one of those a week. The adventures are usually the type that you just have to be there. I think that my best writing is when I’m really upset and I write in my notebook. I have never shared that with anyone. Moreover, I don’t think I ever will. I could tell you about my past, and who I was before a lot of you knew me. I was a totally different person back in high school. I know I am talking about it as if it was so long ago but it really was. I have changed so much and come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you are probably thinking, GEZZ Jackie, write about whatever the hell you want! Well, ultimately I will. I just want to get your opinion on things.&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/13078483-114021567682289674?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/114021567682289674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=114021567682289674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114021567682289674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/114021567682289674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/02/write-whatever-hell-you-want.html' title='Write whatever the hell you want!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113987125456116001</id><published>2006-02-13T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:54:14.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please say "hello" back! so i know who still reads blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113987125456116001?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113987125456116001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113987125456116001' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113987125456116001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113987125456116001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-please-say-hello-back-so-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113928040320715002</id><published>2006-02-06T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:46:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss JOEY!</title><content type='html'>ok so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is going to be one of the hardest  weeks EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was wet, cold, and I COULDNT SEE JOEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also mine and joey's 6th month annaversary yay! HAPPY DAY! but at the same time... not so HAPPY day... i didnt get to see him. see, this week is mid term week and i want him to do well so i want to let him study. but i have to say, ITS KILLING ME!!! I MISS HIM SO MUCH!!! becasue i LOVE him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113928040320715002?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113928040320715002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113928040320715002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113928040320715002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113928040320715002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss-joey.html' title='i miss JOEY!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113813715623192238</id><published>2006-01-24T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:18:16.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Ashlee is being a whiny butt. She is lying in her bed whining. Yes, I know this is redundant but I had to say it to get my point across.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sister, Jillian, well, today is her birthday. Today, Ashlee is being lazy. She is lying in her bed, being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Ashlee stole flamingo from me… I will but up posters, say that she has stolen him and wants a ransom this in my eyes is not cool. I miss my poor flamingo and I am sure he misses me… that little pink ball of fun. The other night flamingo fell of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was quite funny. We laughed at him and then took a picture. That same night Ashlee stole my gummy bears and stuck them to her head. I laughed and then stuck one to my head... and then I took a picture. I know what you are thinking right about now…..... WOW, I wish I could stick gummy bears to my forehead. Well, do I have news for you! YOU CAN! Therefore, that is about all I can say about that. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Joey, if you are reading this… hahaha… I really had nothing to say… I just wanted to laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have 3 tiny eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have one massive eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113813715623192238?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113813715623192238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113813715623192238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113813715623192238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113813715623192238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-ashlee-is-being-whiny-butt.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113712764841581099</id><published>2006-01-12T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:47:28.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...&lt;br /&gt;so i havent posted in a long time... i guess bloggin isnt in the long list of things that jackie has got to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings in the list are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to school, get all A's, so mommy will buy me a Jetta.. yes people... A JETTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my family and Joey and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my church jobs... singin with the baptists and then to sing with the catholics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my sorry attempt to get in shape... its not really that sorry... i go 3 times a week with my roommate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just dont see the time to blog... except.. now because im waiting on my clothes to get done drying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent taken too many pictures with my new digital camera... but i let you folks see a little something from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;      now dont laugh i had my wisdom teeth out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be stranded in a foreign country where you didn’t speak the language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; on a street corner in the inner city&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/13078483-113712764841581099?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113712764841581099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113712764841581099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113712764841581099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113712764841581099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113570311932882639</id><published>2005-12-27T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:05:22.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>well, Christmas came and now... it has gone! but what a great one it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's parents are in town! Nanny and Ginky... they stay until the 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my wisdom teeth out the tuesday before Christmas and i was out for the count for a couple of days... not to mention i looked like a pear. now that my cheeks have gone back to normal im starting to bruse. but all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot of nice things for Christmas! like a digital camera! so i will start to post more pictures!!! but not on this one because im not at my computer... well, im at a computer... but its not MY computer! you know what i mean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the holidays i havent been able to see Joey that often... and that makes me sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all i have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;have Johnny Daman play for the Red Sox (the good guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;have Johnny Daman play for the Yankees (aka the evil empire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113570311932882639?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113570311932882639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113570311932882639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113570311932882639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113570311932882639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113416998300873636</id><published>2005-12-09T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:13:03.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you!</title><content type='html'>Joey, this is for you because it reminded me of you! i say is and i said to myself.... self, this reminds you of Joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/400/getfuzzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113416998300873636?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113416998300873636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113416998300873636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113416998300873636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113416998300873636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-you.html' title='for you!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113382390965751073</id><published>2005-12-05T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:07:09.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they call me MIMI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Mimi" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/singmearainbow/1065985163_ractermimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Mimi Marquez. You're 19, but you're old for&lt;br /&gt;your age. You've got a lot of emotional&lt;br /&gt;baggage, but you know how to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;You don't dwell on the past or worry about the&lt;br /&gt;future; you live for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/singmearainbow/quizzes/Rent%20Character%20Quiz/"&gt;Rent Character Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113382390965751073?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113382390965751073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113382390965751073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113382390965751073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113382390965751073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-call-me-mimi.html' title='they call me MIMI!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113323828778124124</id><published>2005-11-28T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:24:47.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/happy%20cake.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/happy%20cake.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture goes with the blog before this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113323828778124124?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113323828778124124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113323828778124124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113323828778124124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113323828778124124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-picture-goes-with-blog-before.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113323726731983906</id><published>2005-11-28T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:22:47.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, thanksgiving has come and gone! and we all know what that means! Christmas is coming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Thanksgiving was fun! Kierstyn was home! and so were the joyners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tuesday, i saw alex dent, schultz, greg,and kierstyn. then kierstyn and i got ditched... the guys left to go get drunk! not cool man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wednesday, i went to see RENT! with ashley, caleb, andy, and some of ashley's friends. then i went to get a birthday present for my brother. i ran into saway while i was in best buy...and not just like, oh! there is saway.. and go say hi... no! i actually RAN INTO him! but anyhoot, joey met me there and we then went to his dad's house for thanksginving dinner! it was fun! i finnaly met his other step-sister michele.. she was very nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thursday, was thanksgiving day ... it was also my brother's birthday. he got an ipod nano... COOL! i know right! then that night the helms, the joyners, and joey came over! we had a feast! i ate enough food for 2 poeple! we also played scean it... that DVD game! its a fun game. then kierstyn came over and i went over to see Jason and james. ohand by the way... jason is a scary being... he head butted me in the eye ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday, i was going to go shopping at the gallaria... but i decided i didnt want to go. so my mom and the joyners and i went to the summit. it was much better! that night i went to the oak mountain vs. hoover football game. it was freaking freezing outside! then kierstyn and i went back to her house and met up with saway and schultz and joey to play poker! i lost. but whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday, i went to see RENT again with Kierstyn and then we went to the john carroll basketball game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so ready for there to be a break! im so tired of school! i need the break again! it will be great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;have your body covered with scales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;have your body cov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ered with fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-113323726731983906?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113323726731983906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113323726731983906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113323726731983906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113323726731983906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-for-giving.html' title='thanks for giving'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-113190660215301895</id><published>2005-11-13T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T10:30:02.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for the delay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so, a lot of things have happend and there is just not enough time to post so ill give you the short/ long version... because nothing is short with me! well, maybe my height but still! ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashlee and i are REALLY bonding!!! its great! we're doing a lot of things together! just this weekend me ashlee and caleb went to wal-mart together. it was fun! then they both talked me into dying my hair blond! AHH ME! A BLOND!!! crazy i know! so they dyed it but it didnt really come out blond... it just really kinda lightend it. OH! we also made ricekrispy treats! and dyed then purple! that was fun! then joey came over and we watched "The Jerk" ... FUNNY MOVIE! then just when i was just about to go down to sign joey out the fire alarm went off.. AT ONE O' CLOCK IM THE FREAKING MORNING!!!!!!!!! so we went outside and the RA's were SO mad! apparently someone on the tenth floor sprayed the fire extinguisher .... bu the catch is, there WAS NO FIRE! so the was no more visitors for the rest of the weekend. that was all friday. oh yeah, we got som dry erase markers to write on our fridge! and its the best fridge EVER, so colorful, so if you come to our dorm, you HAVE to write on our fridge.. dont worry... it comes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday, was fun as well. ashle and i just hung out at the dorm and the later that night me, ashlee, and joey all went to the opera... and by the way, everyone did and awesome job! after the opera the three of us went to surin and ate sushi YUM! so that was my weekend and such! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KIERSTYN COMES HOME IN ABOUT A WEEK!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really sorry to all of you that fel shafted by me not blogging! i still love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be doing what you love and making no money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;making a lot of money and doing something you hate!&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/13078483-113190660215301895?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/113190660215301895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=113190660215301895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113190660215301895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/113190660215301895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-for-delay.html' title='sorry for the delay!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112984153168869662</id><published>2005-10-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:52:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/mmm%20pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I haven’t really posted in a while… I’m sorry to inconvenience any of my faithful readers. I hope this blog will satisfy your lack of Jackie in the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierstyn came to visit last weekend! Of course we had crazy adventures and such! She got back last Thursday. She and her mom, Claudia, stopped by Starbucks to see me! I was there with Joey and when she pulled up I ran to the car and almost got hit… then, Kierstyn got stuck in he seatbelt and couldn’t get out of the car! Even though our visit was short, we knew we were going to have GLORIOUS adventures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/mmm%20pie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, after class, I met up with Kierstyn at Taco Bell! We ate and then went back to her house to talk and catch up! After a while we got bored and decided to go ride bikes! Kierstyn’s pants got caught in the gears and ripped he pants then a few seconds later I did the same thing… twice. After we almost got hit by cars a few times we decided that riding bikes was a bad idea. So, then we just went back and watched TV for a while. We called Alex to come see us because we haven’t seen him in a long while! We miss that drunk kid! While we waited, we went out in the back yard to have lawn chair time! Lawn chair time is when Kierstyn and I ponder life. We’re at our smartest when we have lawn chair time! We were out there for about 4 hours before Alex got there! Alex got there at about 8 or 9 ish. And, of course he had brought himself some beer… an 18 pack. So, Alex joins us for lawn chair time! I was very impressed how well Alex did with lawn chair time… for a drunk guy! After a little while Kierstyn and I decided we wanted pie… so, we called the one person or two people we knew would bring us pie in the middle of the night… JASON EVERSULL and JAMES NASH!!! So, they get there at about 2AM (with pie!!!) and so, I didn’t have a fork for the pie so I start eating it with my hands! Then, Kierstyn says she wants some pie so I pass it over! So, Kierstyn takes a hand full of pie and finds a hair in it… one of mine must have fallen in the pie… so she doesn’t want to eat it to she feeds it to Jason. Then, she just keeps putting pie in his mouth… it looked like fun so I went over and put some on his face… Kierstyn then thought that were a good idea so, she starts to smear the pie all over his head… I don’t think that Jason liked that very much because he took the pie and started to chase us around the back yard with it. He caught me! Then, he caught Kierstyn! It really escalated quickly. After we cleaned up and got as much pie off of ourselves as we could… we played some pool! And, then Jason was going to pop Kierstyn’s and my back by walking on it… well, instead of walking… he did the Mexican Hat Dance… it hurt more than helped. Then, at around 4:30 or 5 in the morning Jason and James had to depart! And, by now Kierstyn and I were really tired and Alex had drunk all but one of his 18 beers… healthy? NO! So, he went to bed in the basement and Kierstyn and I went up to her room to go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Kierstyn and I had to go clean up the pie mess we made! Then, we woke up Alex and sent him on his way… we went to wal-mart and then to my dorm and then to meet up with my mom and Aleath for lunch at the Cheese Cake Factory! That night we went to see Just Like Heaven! Great movie! (side note… THE FREAKING NOTRE DAME GAME PISSSSSSSSSED ME OFF! THEY WERE FREAKIN CHEATED OUT OF THAT WIN!!) then, Monday we took our moms to lunch at Leonardo’s. we had a great waiter… he was really cute! AND! He sang to us! It was great! Though, he didn’t get our drink orders for about 5 min… but he was great none the less! Later that night we took our moms to the movies to see In Her Shoes! It was a really great movie! A chick flick! Then, we said our good byes and once again Kierstyn was gone! And I am sad! BUT! She comes home for thanksgiving and we will continue our crazy adventures! &lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey moved into his new apartment! It's coming along very nice! And I have to say that Lucas, his roommate, is the most abstract person I know! Joey’s play opens soon! The 29th and the 30th of October you should all go see it! It's at John Carroll High in the auditorium! Go see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think thats all I have to say at the moment! this was kind of a long one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side!&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;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;have to chew every mouthful for 15 minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;never being able to chew at all&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/13078483-112984153168869662?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112984153168869662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112984153168869662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112984153168869662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112984153168869662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/mmm-pie.html' title='mmm pie'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112965023484249037</id><published>2005-10-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:50:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some things i did when i was bored!</title><content type='html'>have fun with these tests! I did over the last couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="How much am I worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;I am worth $1,822,534 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alphadictionary.com/articles/yankeetest.html"&gt;71% (Dixie). Your neck must be at least pink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/margarita.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't just the life of the party, you are the party!You mix a good drink, bust out some great music, and know how to get down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Ride is a Beetle Convertible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/beetle-convertible.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fun, funky, and a little bit euro.You love your summers to be full of style and sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Summer Ride?&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Are 24 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/irish-name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siobhan O'Reilly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Irish Name?&lt;/a&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;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13078483-112965023484249037?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112965023484249037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112965023484249037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112965023484249037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112965023484249037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-things-i-did-when-i-was-bored.html' title='some things i did when i was bored!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112908607509416136</id><published>2005-10-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:06:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wann a blog... but what to talk about?!</title><content type='html'>thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;KIERSTYN COMES THISSSSSSSSSS WEEKEND!!! I'm SO excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my MAX! (the puppy in the picture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love kelly clarkson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have no food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DAMN WAL-MART!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Carter made me blush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate wednesdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate haveing 8am classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love my flamingo lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i guess i love flamingos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joey is a dork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thats why i love him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Depp is my hero!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joey moves this weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucas is loud when he is on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashlee says i talk in my sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cant draw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tomorrow is hump day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;would you rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;step in dog poo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;step in a big wad of gum&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/13078483-112908607509416136?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112908607509416136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112908607509416136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112908607509416136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112908607509416136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wann-blog-but-what-to-talk-about.html' title='i wann a blog... but what to talk about?!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112878801289387161</id><published>2005-10-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:30:52.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to all the other members of the animal house!&lt;br /&gt;Benski, I already had a tribute to you in the previous tribute post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the hater of all haters…. Chris Josof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I have the weirdest friendship EVER! First off, we hate each other. Second, we don’t hate each other. Then we do, then we don’t, then we do, then we don’t, then we do, then we don’t, then we do, then we don’t, then we do. Its just an on going thing between us. Its really very complicated. But none the less we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is the… well, David Berg &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met David at good ole JCCHS, in the choir. We went to Russia together… and well, we really just became good friends this year, because we ride together to church choir and all. I have to say, David is a really great guy! And, any girl would be lucky to have him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and certainly not least is Josh Noland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is in the UAB choir and he lives downstairs. But recently is going move upstairs with Chris and David. Josh is a funny dude! I like him! He makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have a picture of Josh, but if I did you all know I would post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not do the tribute next weekend, but then again… I may! You’ll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you rather…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have loved and lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Never have loved at all &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/13078483-112878801289387161?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112878801289387161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112878801289387161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112878801289387161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112878801289387161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/tribute-3.html' title='Tribute 3'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112872082256330968</id><published>2005-10-07T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:33:42.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the...?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe im JFK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112872082256330968?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112872082256330968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112872082256330968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112872082256330968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112872082256330968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/what.html' title='what the...?'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112856770548009015</id><published>2005-10-05T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:22:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well i gave in to the test too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this was on &lt;a href="http://thoughtsaboutnothinginparticular.blogspot.com"&gt;Joey's blog&lt;/a&gt; so i took the test! &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/13078483-112856770548009015?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112856770548009015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112856770548009015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112856770548009015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112856770548009015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-gave-in-to-test-too.html' title='well i gave in to the test too'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112847864289849016</id><published>2005-10-04T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:18:36.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up with the blogging world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have noticed that day by day, bloggers have gone missing! I think this is a BIG problem! There has been a lack of blogging among us! Is it not the cool thing to do? Well, if you don’t think so… then, you’re stupid! Blogging is a way to get out what you want to say without saying it, while putting it out for the whole world to see. Or at least find… if they want to. I like blogging. I couldn’t do it everyday because then I would run out of things to say. As you may or may not know… I don’t tell stories very well, so I try to limit myself. I also tend to ramble … as some of you may know from my comments on other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a comment I posted on Joey’s blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great top ten! Different style for you! I like it! Well, it’s kinda hard to comment on blogs when you already know and have talked to the person about them. Hum but about you question I don’t know the name but was it the same dog that Kramer and the dog had the same symptoms? Cough? Or something? Was the dog a lab? Ok, ok, too many questions. I’ll try to guess.... uh john! If I ever have a lab of my own I think ill name it john! I don’t know why. It’s not really a dogs name but who is to decide if a name is a dogs name or not!? I like the name john for a dog! I also like the name Jake for a dog. A bigger dog though. Well, maybe a little dog could be a Jake or a john. Actually, I think I like that better. Well, either way. I want a dog named John. Or Jake. OR you know what!? I want a chuwawa and name it El. as in "the" (Spanish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn’t make you laugh from the stupidity I don’t know what will. Here is another comment I made on the Good Guy/ Bad Guy blog. Both of these blogs are linked on the side bar! You should check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey guess what!! I should get a gift card because i’m the only one who freaking comments on this blog! So there! Congrats to Scott for his perfect week! Hey I have a question! Can you get a gift card if you get every game wrong!? Because from the way I’m playing right now... it’s seem likely. Or maybe I’m not even playing. Maybe I just suck. Or maybe there are little elves in the computer who change my picks every week to try to get me to lose! WELL, IT’S WORKING! Damn elves out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said elves I meant to say gnomes but I didn’t know how to spell it. That’s another problem I have! Can’t spell worth a flip! But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for all you faithful readers of my blog! What are your feelings on the whole pictures? Do you like them? Do you not like them? And what are your feelings on the would you rathers? Do you like the questions? Do you not? Give me your feed back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112847864289849016?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112847864289849016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112847864289849016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112847864289849016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112847864289849016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-up-with-blogging-world.html' title='whats up with the blogging world?'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112827712028351432</id><published>2005-10-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:18:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/jackie%20and%20jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys, as i said i would do... here is another week of tributes to the people i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, My Benski! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/benski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the only guy i know who can get down and CRAZY! at laundry parties! well, thats just because no one else is cool enough that they come! he cracks me up! love ya man! LAUNDRY PARTAY!!!! WOOOOO HOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, My Laura Noblitt! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Laura FOREVER!!!! well, at least since first grade... but none the less, Laura and I go way back! we have been through so much together! and i love her! she's just like me! really, she's my twin! and i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, Jason Eversull! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jason%20e%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he... well, i dont really know what to say about Jason. except... I LOVE LAMP! i love him and all but he knows lamp comes first! and we are ok with that! love ya man! just remember what happens when you invite strange girls to the fire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will repeat the would you rather for you folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have glow sticks as fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have pom poms as hands &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stay tuned for next weekends tribute 3, a tribute to my favorite people of the week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112827712028351432?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112827712028351432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112827712028351432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112827712028351432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112827712028351432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/10/tribute-2.html' title='Tribute 2!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112812093946771145</id><published>2005-09-30T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:17:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUNDRY PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ashlee (my roommate) went home for the weekend and I am in the dorm all alone. Speaking of Ashlee, I think she thinks I’m crazy… well, my friends are crazy… well, Jason Eversull is crazy. See he and James came over the other night and were well, being themselves. I think they are just SOCIALY UNACCEPTABLE. It makes me laugh! Well anyway, they came over because it was story time. See, he and Elyse broke up and it was a bad situation. I feel for him. But anyway… the reason Ashlee probably thinks he is crazy is because he climbed into bed with her… it was kind of funny! We all laughed about it… friends laughing, having a good time. And, did I mention that Jason likes to beat me up whenever we are together? He’s like a second big brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there was a picture here but i was debating if i should put it on or not... and it was on here but i took it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is Saturday… you all know what that means! LAUNDRY PARTAY!!!! Matt, I hope your ready to get crazy! It’s going to be off the chain! (I never really knew what that meant but I said it! WHAT!? What are you going to do about it!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went apartment hunting with Joey and Lucas! They are great! They crack me up! Well I think they found a place, Called Redmont Gardens. It’s an old place but it’s really nice. I hope it works out for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the front door to Camp hall… its out to get me! I really think it is trying to kill me! It closed on me again this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you rather…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have glow-sticks as fingers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OR &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pom poms as hands &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112812093946771145?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112812093946771145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112812093946771145' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112812093946771145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112812093946771145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/laundry-party.html' title='LAUNDRY PARTY!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112796152678711383</id><published>2005-09-28T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:38:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/DSC00465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, of the record… my Wednesdays SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was walking out of my dorm and at the entrance we have an automatic door. And, that door doesn’t always work properly. So I was walking out going to class minding my own business and the door was open so I just walked on through when all of a sudden the door starts to close… and its not one of those automatic doors that if you walk through and it starts to close it will sensor you and reopen… no! Its ghetto. It will close right on you! And its not a light door… the thing is DAMN HEAVY! So to make my long story short… the door slammed on me and it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, ok, the first day of English class the professor was 5 minutes late and so we asked him how long we had to wait until we could leave if he hadn’t shown up. He told us that 15 minutes we should leave… IF he hadn’t shown up… so, today it was on the 15 mark and we all get up to leave and it was the day our paper was due and so we put the paper on the podium and were walking out the door when he started to walk in! AHH I was so mad he made us stay EVEN when it was the time we were supposed to leave… HE WAS LATE!!! GAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I was hungry ALL day! I had a yogurt for breakfast and then went to English at 8 till 9 then went to the library till 10 then went to U101 till 11 then went to fundamentals of music till 12 then went to get a Snickers bar then went to convocations at 12:20 till 1 then had concert choir from 1- 3 then called Joey and waited for Chamber singers to start at 3:30 and when that was over I went to Church choir to eat a real meal! AHHH only a yogurt and a Snickers… I thought my stomach was going to start eating its self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my Wednesday. Yeah I know they suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot! I always forget what I want to write when I write and then I remember… anyway I guess that’s all!&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be in a chamber of 100000 giant mosquitoes for a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wear a poison ivy suit for a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112796152678711383?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112796152678711383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112796152678711383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112796152678711383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112796152678711383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-day.html' title='what a day!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112778880187870949</id><published>2005-09-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:24:20.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn headache!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/DSC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is how i feel right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so this headache is freaking KILLING me! ive had it sence last night! and i still have it! and no drugs are helping! ive tried Aleve and ibuprofen... .and i still have a headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came home after choir at around 4:45 and Ashlee was on her bed and she told me she was tired and i was like yeah me too and i fell onto my bed and was out like a yankee at a red sox game..... i got kinda tired of using "out like a light" so i made up my own and im hoping it'll be the new thing. anyway... i was out till about 7:30pm i woke up and checked my phone and i had 5 new voicemails and 8 missed calls! i felt SO popular! untill i found out that the 8 missed calls were from only 2 people... my mom... and joey! hehe but it still made me happy because i love them!&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PETERSON!!! i keep telling Joey to tell you hey so if you read this... HEY! and i know you miss me as much or more than i miss you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well im done i think im going to go to bed... my head feels like a scrambled egg.&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catch you Burgers on the Flip side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be blind and deaf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live with a second head on your body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112778880187870949?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112778880187870949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112778880187870949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112778880187870949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112778880187870949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-headache.html' title='damn headache!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112755621236430160</id><published>2005-09-24T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:03:32.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this blog goes out to all you folks that i love dearly!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIRST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/me%20and%20joey.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey... my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, he is a boy... that is a friend, but he's more to me than that! he brightens up my day when it isent going so well. he makes me laugh... at him... and his uh... jokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's there for me when i need him or just need some one to be there... i wouldnt want anyone else. and well, im SO bad at telling stories he has just started to finnish them for me... and i can honestly say that I Love Him!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SECOND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00469.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex Dent... drunk caller NOT so anonamous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really miss that kid! he made me laugh... except when he was drunk! then he was just hateful and called me sketch... i dont really know why and i dont think he did eather BUT oh well. i hope he comes to see us here in the Ham soon!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIRD!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i say third but i really mean tie for first!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiestryn... my BEST friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really really really really REALLY miss her! she's like the twin sister i never had! i think she knew me better than i knew myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but! i miss you and i cant wait till you come to the Ham to see me!&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOURTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/DSC00491.jpg" border="0" /&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;Mark Joseph... oh marky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you KIDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mark could always make me smile! i know he prollllly wont read this but! i miss him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well thoes are my top three people of the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who knows i may start doing this top three thing every weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you folks may make it next weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well another weekend of college pick'em is upon us... im just hoping that i can somewhat redeem myself from the HORRIBLE plunge to bottom i took last week. and let me tell you! it wasnt like a roller coaster! IT WASNT FUN! but i guess i was kinda like a roller coaster... but the NOT fun kind! you know, the kind that arent fun! ok im done tring to explain that to you poeple! and failing... like a roller coaser that was supposed to be fun... but ISNT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you all have a great weekend and tune in next weekend for "tribute 2"&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;lose all your money &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; lose the person you love most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112755621236430160?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112755621236430160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112755621236430160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112755621236430160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112755621236430160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/tribute.html' title='tribute!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112715808327772991</id><published>2005-09-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:28:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i live in the getto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so it is true... i live in the freaking getto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all i heard.... BANG POW..... AHHHHH(scream in fright).... wooooop woooop(police)..... FREEEEZ! GET ON THE GROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes folks... thats what i heard... i was walking into my dorm and i heard shots... i just told myself that they were fireworks or something so i wouldnt get scared... but then i was waiting for our broken elevators and these girls came in all out of breath and they were saying they heard shots and they ran in here... so i get tired of waiting because the elevators were broken so i took the stairs to the sixth floor and i get up there and i here the police out side.... so i went out on my balcony to see what was going on and i see all these people running and the police running after them and well yeah... this is the life i've chosen... scary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/uab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i stole this pic from chris' blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went tailgatin' on saturday for the UAB game!!! it was so much fun! i made pasta salad and it was a huge hit! everyone loved it! we then went to the game and had a blast! everyone was going crazy! everytime we made a touch down we did the BIONSKI! (its a dance) (and a person) (but we did the dance.... not the person)..... um awkward... anyhoot... UAB won and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the college pickem game SUCKS!!!! Ahhh the freaking game is kicking my but and it is killing me! i dont even want to talk about it.... im just... GAHHHH it makes me so mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another week has started.... yay... (said in a dry voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you rather...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blow snot all over your date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fart loudly while on the date &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CATCH YOU BURGERS ON THE FLIP SIDE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112715808327772991?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112715808327772991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112715808327772991' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112715808327772991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112715808327772991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-live-in-getto.html' title='i live in the getto!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112679972407981572</id><published>2005-09-15T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:10:09.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's whats going down in china town....&lt;br /&gt;well i've never been to china town BUT thats not the point... the point is that... hum damn i forgot what my point was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the story of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never being able to remember JACK! beep... well ok um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my tuesdays and thursdays! they are the best days EVER! I get to sing ALL DAY well sort of... i have voice at 9 for 30 min. and then i have a long break to do whatever... today im going to lunch with mama sita! but then i get to go to concert choir! i love it there! everyone is so nice and its just a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother called me yesterday! it just made my day! although i was in class when he called so i didnt get to talk to him but he did leave a message! so anyhoot he was wondering if i wanted to have lunch with him or get coffee or something... i dont really like coffee BUT ill do anything to just spend time with my only brother, whom i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another SATURDAY! yay for football! the pick'em game is getting down to it and im not doing so hot! although i am beating chris and joey! thats really all i care about... dont get me wrong! i want to win the prize money! it just means im closer to it than they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no... we are having a fire dirll right now! i think i shoud get out of my dorm... uh WAIT WE CANT HAVE A DRILL NOW IM NOT DONE AHH ok ill hope itll save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the fire drill was fun i didnt stay to see what happened... i went to O'carrs with my mom and then we went shopping in homewood... i love the little shops down there... i really like this store called a.k.a girl stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed the other day that my fundamentals of music teacher looks like Simon from american idol... he wore all black yesterday and thats when i came to my revalation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done...&lt;br /&gt;im not doing a would you rather bcause you all havent answered the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH YOU BURGERS ON THE FLIP SIDE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112679972407981572?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112679972407981572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112679972407981572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112679972407981572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112679972407981572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/story-of-my-life.html' title='the story of my life...'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112656585069920691</id><published>2005-09-12T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:58:42.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not something you see every day</title><content type='html'>i think these damn cars are out to get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so... i was walking down the SIDEWALK... you know, where im supposed to walk! on 10th ave. i was walking to chamber singers. anyway... i look over and there is a truck driving on the grass between me and the library! thats right... NOT on the road! and i just thought to myself... self, that is a car driving next to you... NOT on the road! well, the truck didnt want to drive on the grass any more so i cuts infront of me and gets on 10th and drives away... i walk a litte further and see a po po (police) and i think to myself again... self, WHERE WAS THE PO PO EARLIER!? when there was a truck on the grass. but, maybe im just crazy and the new thing to do is to drive onthe grass and try to hit little college girls that are just trying to make it in a mew place... (imagine me thinkin all of this to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%201241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well another week of college pick'em is over with and i droped out of the top three. but im still in the top ten and beating Chris and Joey! Notre Dame won AGAIN! (cut to me dancing around the room.. badly i aight add and singing the fight song!) all of you suckers who thought they were going to lose.... SHAME ON YOU! oh and by the way... NEVER go for boise st. they SUCK and i hate them because they are what put me out of the top five. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%200311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/jack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/jack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;classes are going good here at school and im meeting new people and im loving it here... if i didnt have to dodge cars... when i have white guy walkin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i think im done... i havent really said my catch phrase lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH YOU BURGERS ON THE FLIP SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with an elephant in an elephant cage till you die (think about the smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live with a serial killer and you don't even know it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112656585069920691?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112656585069920691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112656585069920691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112656585069920691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112656585069920691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-something-you-see-every-day.html' title='not something you see every day'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112631205006319379</id><published>2005-09-09T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:27:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/jack"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20254.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loving college life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its friday and im happy! today was sort of a short day i was done with class at 12 and after fundamentals of music a bunch of us were going to go to the hill center to get some chic-fil-a when i remembered that there was FREE food in the back of the humanities building so me, sam, andy, whitney, mary beth, and some other people joined while we were there but ANYHOOT! it was sooo nice to just sit under a tree and eat lunch with friends! AND! it was a beauitful day and it wasnt too hot under the tree but when the sun moved so did we... uh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the doctor today for a check up... im healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy about the college football beeing here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and some friends do the college pick'em on espn.com and as of week one... im in 3rd! out of... about 25ish... but anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;... any of you pick'ems in the group... YOUR GOING DOWN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you rather&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch a movie with a picture and no sound OR watch a movie with sound and no picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112631205006319379?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112631205006319379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112631205006319379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112631205006319379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112631205006319379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-loving-college-life-its-friday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112619356477830745</id><published>2005-09-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:37:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short sweet and to the point... um like my voicemail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/jack"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this picture was taken Christmas day (right-left) Ginky, Dad, Jason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thursdays!... I get up have a nice bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and two… I said TWO bisects. Then I go to voice lessons for about thirty minutes and then I come home and do nothing till I have to go to choir! I LOVE IT! Anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went to Nashvagas with Joey to see Michael Berg! The drive up to see him was very fun!.. Funny… uh all of the above. Well we missed the exit to get to Michael’s apartment… and as I'm waving bye to Nashville (as we pass it) Michael is yelling at us to turn around… very funny… if only you folks could have been there to witness it… but you cant so I'm telling it to you through my blog and we all know how good I am at that! Well anyway… we went to the park and played with a really crappy Frisbee it was funny. And we just walked around the park! It was the BEST! Thank you Michael for having us over and we’ll have to do it again some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tuesday was mine and Joey’s one month anniversary. I’m SO happy we found each other! And it’s scary how much we have in common! BUT any hoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that’s all I have for today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk like yoda&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;breathe like Darth Vader for the rest of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112619356477830745?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112619356477830745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112619356477830745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112619356477830745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112619356477830745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/short-sweet-and-to-point-um-like-my.html' title='short sweet and to the point... um like my voicemail'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112561518936562768</id><published>2005-09-01T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:53:09.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/jack"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Chris' blog... he told me i needed to do this so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jackie&lt;br /&gt;2. crackerjack-Joey calls me this&lt;br /&gt;3. wack attack- ONLY my Dad calls me this. or he calls me Jack DOH i guess thats 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREENAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. lilroche399&lt;br /&gt;2. veggietales399&lt;br /&gt;3. littleroche399&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. im happy a lot&lt;br /&gt;2. my laugh&lt;br /&gt;3. eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. my skin&lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. im a procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. German&lt;br /&gt;2. Irish&lt;br /&gt;3. Scottish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. crossing the street at UAB&lt;br /&gt;2. not being happy in life&lt;br /&gt;3. Bobby Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. food&lt;br /&gt;3. Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. rolled up jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. a t-shirt i got at the beach&lt;br /&gt;3. Livestrong braclet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;3. Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mississippi Girl- Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;2. Alcohol- Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;3. Addicted- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. camping&lt;br /&gt;2. road trip to kierstyn&lt;br /&gt;3. rolling rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (besides love):&lt;br /&gt;1. to be happy&lt;br /&gt;2. comfort&lt;br /&gt;3. adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE: (can you spot the lie?)&lt;br /&gt;1. I almost get hit by at least one car everyday&lt;br /&gt;2. i dont know what i want to do when/ if i grow up&lt;br /&gt;3. I tell great stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. scence of humor - yes i know thats not physical but i couldnt think of anymore&lt;br /&gt;3. smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. watching movies&lt;br /&gt;2. singing in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. getting hit by cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. drink a SUNKIST!&lt;br /&gt;2. see joey&lt;br /&gt;3. watch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU WANT:&lt;br /&gt;1. a singer/ actress&lt;br /&gt;2. teacher&lt;br /&gt;3. a person who names appliances... you just say what it does and add ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mexico&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;2. Adam&lt;br /&gt;3. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR ELSE:&lt;br /&gt;1.Joey&lt;br /&gt;2. my Benski&lt;br /&gt;3. MY BROTHER! he needs a new blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112561518936562768?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112561518936562768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112561518936562768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112561518936562768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112561518936562768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-happy-days.html' title='oh happy days'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112535352849808983</id><published>2005-08-29T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:12:08.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my crazy family and me</title><content type='html'>my brother Jason wanted me to write about him in my blog and i thought i knew what i was going to say but i forgot what it was... but i will tell you a little story about the adventures of my brother and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/classic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when my brother and i were little, we used to make up games to keep ourselves occupied. they were clever games too. just to name a few... there was "run ball" this was where one of us had a football and had to run to the opposite side without getting tackled by the other person... that game got old for me fast because Jason would always win. we made up a lot of games inside the house because when we got home from school we were the only ones in the house. we would play a lot of tag. just running around hitting eachother... ah love... sometimes when Jason was getting tired of chasing me he would pick something up lie a ball or something and say, i give this ball the power of my it-ness and then pelt the thing at me. we also would put the adds fron the sunday paper in a circle in the living room and run around on them to see who would fall first. that was one of my favorite games. we used to play with my karaoke machine and pretend we were radio DJs and Jason would make movies and i would film and he would act and then he would yell at me because i wouldnt press pause when he was done. good times... my brother also called me Vaughn Hayes.. the baseball player... im not really sure why he called me that... i think it was because he knew it drove me crazy... but anyhoot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have some funny stories about my sister Jillian as well... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when Jillian was little she used to drive me up the wall! especially when she was going to take a shower... ill explain... Jill would have me change the temperature in the shower because... well i dont know why... maybe it was because she was scared to get wet... in the... Hum... anyway... i would hear... JACKIE!!! IM COLLLD! and i would have to go in and change the temp for her... and then i would hear again... JACKIE!!! IM COOOOOLD! and i would yell back... JUST TURN THE KNOB TO THE LEFT AND IT WILL GET WARMER! and then she would yell back BUT IM COOOOLD! so thats my sister... i really liked scaring her too! one time she was in the shower and and our cat, Dixie, who is no longer with us... :(... was sitting on the dirty clothes hamper next to the shower looking in... then i came up and scared the cat and the cat went in the shower and came out the other side! and then you hear Jill scream! it was the funniest thing i have ever seen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had a picture of jill and me but for some strange reason it wont load. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have a question for all of you blog readers out there... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be able to fly or have the ability to read people's minds?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112535352849808983?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112535352849808983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112535352849808983' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112535352849808983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112535352849808983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-crazy-family-and-me.html' title='my crazy family and me'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112508387829546821</id><published>2005-08-25T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:17:58.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>humm... that shower didn't work... maybe i'm dry clean only</title><content type='html'>hello there folks! i'm a litte sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really comments on my blog. and that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or are elevators a very akward place..... like, i have to take an elevator to my floor in the dorm and you know you just stand there in a little box with complete strangers ... or strange people... however you want to look at it... i dont really like to make eye contact with elevator people because what if they are just phyco crazy and if you look at them then they might just follow you to your room and what happens after that... NOBODY KNOWS.... (side thought) i met a drunk guy on the elevator. he said to me, " i have an 8 AM class and im still drunk!" and then when he stumbled off the elevator he said, " It was nice talking to you!" and well if things wern't akward enough. you have to throw a drunk guy in the mix. well thoes are my elevator adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/Jackie%20VanHalen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i quit my job at the pool yesterday. i just couldnt work and do school and all so i quit. i am going to miss getting in trouble for being late. and not being able to understand my boss, and all the funny people who come to the pool... like the guy how walks against that lazy river 25 times... they lady who wears her swim cap on sideways... the guy whos speedo is so faded it almost looks invisable... the comb over guy... the seal lady (she kinda looks like a baby seal trying to learn how to swim)... and the rest of the gang but i have a new job now... im singing at Mountain Brook Baptist church for Mr. Berg... its So nice to sing with him! i love that man! but anyway thats all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAB is not a safe place to walk around. looking both ways means NOTHING! even when you have the white light guy you can still get hit by a car. OH and thoes unexpected cracks in the middle of the road that you may trip and fall in the middle of a cross walk.... cough! i did COUGH and the bugs will just fly right into your eyeballs... that happend to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Leonardo's for dinner last night with my mom and our friends Pat and Emily. it was very nice. we had a really great waiter i think i remember his name though. but he was really cute and very sweet. oh what was his name... oh well it'll come to me... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well another one of my friends that i love has walked out of my heart and forgot to put part of it back. Zach Schultz is gone i think im going to cry! i love that guy! he's such a good friend! and he's going far in life. i can tell! but anyhoo, Zach i miss ya pal! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kierstyn, hang in there! I love you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/jack%27s%20pics%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think thats all i have to write about go nuts with your comments folks! maybe i'll do what &lt;a href="http://natasharosko.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tasha&lt;/a&gt; does and not write another blog 'till i get a lot of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title of this blog has nothing to do with anything. i'm watching Step By Step and Cody said it because he thought Dana was allergic to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you burgers on the flip side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112508387829546821?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112508387829546821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112508387829546821' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112508387829546821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112508387829546821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/humm-that-shower-didnt-work-maybe-im.html' title='humm... that shower didn&apos;t work... maybe i&apos;m dry clean only'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112448062943034817</id><published>2005-08-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:22:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's so damn hot!.... milk was a bad choice"</title><content type='html'>today is National Flamingo day... i love flamingos.. they're my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/1600/partay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/532/1136/320/partay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait any longer for fall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hints: the title of this blog. the quote is from the movie Anchorman for thoes of you who didnt know. but anyhoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been running all over this campus. i'll explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to register for chamber singers but it wouldnt let me because im only supposed to take 14 hours and that would make 15. so i called my advisor and he told me to come to his office to get a letter asking the registrar to let me register and so then i had to go to the Hill University Center. when i got there, there was a really long line because it was the last day to add a class without it costing anything. so i wait in that line and then i went back to the dorm. but when i got to the dorm... my campus card wouldnt open the door for me. so the guy at the desk came to let me in and then asked who was coming to sign me in and i told him that i lived there. Then he sent me to the office to ask the lady why my card wouldnt let me in... he didnt believe i lived there. anyway, i took it to the lady and she told me that i had to take it to the hill center, to the campus card office....SO i walk to the hill center and there was a line there as well...... i was stating to feel like i was at Disney world....but anyway i asked the gal at the desk what to do and ahe tested my card with the swiper thing and said it was working but i had to call a number to see why it wouldnt open the door. so i called the number given... and the lady on the phone told me i had to go to the burleson building to get the card activated. so i went all the way over there and the lady took literaly 2 seconds and was done. she then said to me "it should work now" and i went back to the dorm and joey called me and we went back to his house and then we went to applebee's to meet up with all the Godspell kids. ( Lucas, Jessica, Adam, Kevin, Dana, Amber, Wardell, and some other cool kids... Jane Bailey, Will, Morgan) we were there for a wile and then i was getting tired so we left and joey took me back to the dorm and i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i had class at 8. it was kinda hard to get out of bed but i got over it. i got out 30 min early from my UNIV 101 and Fund. Music class. that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had a nice birthday! i had music orientation and then i went to my party and we had a BLAST! but anyway. im 19 now! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is going to be the last time i see a lot of my friends... well Kierstyn is the only important one that i really care about! im going to miss her SO much! she's the only one who knows what im thinking and knows how to get me to talk about things and well im going to miss handing out with her and going to the pool and going shopping and making virgin margaritas and well i have to stop typing before i start to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you burgers on the flip side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112448062943034817?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112448062943034817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112448062943034817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112448062943034817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112448062943034817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-so-damn-hot-milk-was-bad-choice.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s so damn hot!.... milk was a bad choice&quot;'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112411810805678563</id><published>2005-08-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T08:01:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im moved in!</title><content type='html'>Well folks, i've moved in to my dorm. I’m down here in camp hall (that’s right behind the rec center) life is good. My roommate is very nice. Her name is Ashlee from Foley. Our dorm is small… go figure! But it’s really nice... except for the smell and the dead bugs in the sink. Well the last couple of days have been not so eventful. But whatever! Let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked this week. But we closed the pool a lot because of storms. (Yes we close an indoor pool because of storms… not rain but thunder ad lightning) anyhoot… that job is so boring it isn’t even funny. The other day I was on stand for about an hour and then the other six I was playing solitaire or surfing the net. Yep, that’s a UAB job for ya. I don’t know how UAB makes money when they pay people to sit and so literally NOTHING! But I don’t really care because im one of those people who get paid to do nothing so it works for me. But some people at the pool are really rude to the lifeguards. Which I don’t think is a very good idea because what if you drown? That lifeguard that you were just rude to and talked to with no respect may save you… but then again… may not. If I were a patron I would be nice to the people who were watching over me, making sure I safe. BUT! That’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recap of my life as of now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer live in Meadow Brook, I still have the most boring job ever, I’m dating someone now, and I’m loving every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This blog was typed Saturday 13, 2005 on a word document because Jackie’s internet was not up and running yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... its been two days since i wrote this blog so i guess i will tell you what i have done in the past two days. well as you know i moved in on saturday. that night i went to Joeys house and watched snatch... it was a good movie, funny. then sunday i had bonding time with my roommate... we watched the Brat Camp marathon. then i went to church. after church my parents, Joey and I all went to dinner at a place in brookwood. (i dont really know the name of the place and if i did i wouldn't be able to spell it anyway.) dinner was really nice! after dinner Joey and i went over to Peterson's house and i got to see all the godspell people that i missed so much! then i came home (to the dorm) and tried to work on my internet but was just too tired and went to bed. so this morning i finally got the internet working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112411810805678563?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112411810805678563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112411810805678563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112411810805678563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112411810805678563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-moved-in.html' title='im moved in!'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112325853855991085</id><published>2005-08-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:15:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the shot from hell</title><content type='html'>when i last left you i was going to play poker... that didnt really work out for me... i went all in and lost. BUT oh well.... i spent the night at Kierstyn's and the next morning Jason E.  called from Chic-fil-a asking where i was... i usually i go to mass wednesday mornings at 6:20. but i didnt and he called and spoke hateful words and woke me and Kierstyn up. then i went to work and was SO bored. but thats my work for ya. that night i watched Get Shorty. it was a good movie... i thought it was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday i went to lunch with my mom and i was going downtown to get a shot for school... so my mom and i go to the building taht we were told to go to and they told us that they dont give the shot there and that we should go to my regular doctor. so we go to the car... my mom parked in a tow away zone and i told her but she was like we're only going in for a second so we get to the car and there is a sticker on her window and a boot on her tire... so the guy who put it on there was sitting in his car waiting for us to come back out so she had to pay $35 to get the boot off. then we went to get some lunch... after she droped me off at my car i went to best buy to get a mitch hedberg cd but i got a Kelly Clarkson cd and Mean Girls and Saving Silverman... so i still have to get mitch... but anyway im in the check out line and Chris Josof comes up behind me... it was weird to see him... i havent seen him in a few weeks and it was just weird i dont know why... but anyway so then i go home and upload kelly on my ipod... then i went to meet Jane Bailey and Jessica clark at Leonardo's to see Joey... he works there... but i get there and Jane is there and we go in to wait for Jessica and we were there for about 30 min. when Jessica called and told us she was leaving her house... so we wait for her... she gets there and we order and then we see Lucas and Morgan walking up and yeah that was weird... but whatever... so we stay there talking and such for like 3 hours! we were there till they closed and Jessica and Morgan sang a song and then Joey sang a song... haha...so then Jessica and i weere going to see a movie and then joey was off so we asked him to go with us and we get to the summit and jessica gets a call from her friend who was going to hang out with her that night came to pick her up so Joey and I went to see Mr &amp; Mrs Smith... great movie, very funny... so then ofter the movie Joey drives me back to my car at Leonardo's and i went home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to the doctor to get that shot that i didnt get yesterday... so my mom and i go and i get the shot... the nurse didnt put the band-aid in the right spot.. i just thought that was really funny. so we're leaving the doctor and we get in the elevator and i starts to move down when it gets stuck. so to scare my mom i start shaking the elevator and so she starts yelling.... it was really quite funny... so were in there for about 10 or 15 min. till we start moving again.. and my mom told me that the shot was cursed. so that is the story of the shot from hell with a few side notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaccine...$95&lt;br /&gt;fee for illegal parking...$35&lt;br /&gt;jummping up and down in a stuck elevator to scare the crap out of your mom... priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112325853855991085?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112325853855991085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112325853855991085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112325853855991085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112325853855991085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/shot-from-hell.html' title='the shot from hell'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112319219756010185</id><published>2005-08-04T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:17:30.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112319219756010185?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112319219756010185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112319219756010185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112319219756010185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112319219756010185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112302496908028590</id><published>2005-08-02T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:22:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiter, there are snails on her plate</title><content type='html'>well Godspell is over and im sad. Strike was sad. i helped Alan with the sound stuff as we danced to krunk music and quoted Mitch Hedberg. then when i was dont with that and had nothing to do...Jessica and i were the supervisers... well at least we pretended to be. we stole lucas and kaylen's elevator and when we got to our floor, Joey was there and he scared the living daylights out of us... so now i have to come up with a plan to get him back! muah hahaha. so after strike we brought everything to JCCHS tears were shed and then we went to have a party in bruno's.  not really we just had to get some things before going to petersons house. we watched army of darkness. a real trippy movie. i dont think i really got it. im not even sure i got the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was an interesting day. i got to work at about 11:30. (they took me off the morning shift...5:30-11:30...because i was late twice and i got written up... and 3-5 strikes and your out) so i get there and my boss is all hyper. he's the kind of boss who makes you do things to make himself look busy. so he tells me i need to scrub the hot tub... im a poet and didnt even realize it. but anywhat after that... im on stand contemplating life... when you gaurd a four foot pool that only college kids swim in then you get kinda bored... so im sitting there and the fire alarm goes off and so i get everyone out of the pool and on to the sidewalk and there is a sight for ya... old men in speedo's on the side of Univ. Blv. so anyway... we're out there for about 20 min. or so when we find out that it was just dust from construction. so we get everyone back inside and then that was about as exciting as it gets at work. lets see.... after work i went to OLS to practice singing for the Charismatic conference that will be held friday and saturday. so i was there till about 8ish and then i went home. i was going to watch The Jerk with my parents but they both bailed on me and so i watched it by myself. it was the first time i had ever seen it. it was really funny. after the movie i wen to go check my facebook and friendster and such. rebecca is the only one to write a testamonial  on my friendster. but anyway i got on AIM... something i rarely do and Joey sent me an IM and we talked till about 3:30am for about 4 hours! i dont think i have ever talked to someone that long online before. so anywho... after that i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i got a call from Jason Eversull at about 6 and he was just talking not realizing i wasnt going to remember what he said in 20 min. so... i think he called twice. and then i got a call from kierstyn at about 11:30 telling me to get my butt out of bed so we could go to the pool. so i did what i was told and we went to the pool. then we went back to her house and i made hot dogs and she made cookies. then we watched soap operas. Kierstyn had to be at work at five so she droped me off and she went to work and now im writting a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight its poker night at kierstyn's and so thats where i will be tonight.... lots of poker, pretzels, and of course... sunkist... my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all i have to say to you people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flipside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112302496908028590?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112302496908028590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112302496908028590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112302496908028590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112302496908028590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/08/waiter-there-are-snails-on-her-plate.html' title='waiter, there are snails on her plate'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112265189477906192</id><published>2005-07-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:59:47.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i have news... i dont like to say good news or bad news because some people take news differently. so here is my news. one of my really good friends has been trying to get ahold of me but he just calls at really bad times and so i called him back to see what he wanted and he told me that he was moving to Texas on the 8th of August. well i was shocked. he said he was going to take a year off of school and go work for his uncle. thats cool, good for him. and so i told him that he cant leave untill he sees me. Then he just started yelling at me saying, THATS NOT UP TO ME! IM NOT CALLING YOU BECAUSE YOU DONT ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE! well this made me very sad because i cant help that when he calls me im busy. like the other day he called right in the middle of Godspell and after the show i saw that i had a missed call. and so i call back the next day because it was late. so hes leaving and hes mad at me and i sad because i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday... i got up and i went to work. then i went to lunch con mi madre... thats spanish for with my mother... we went to Jim n' Nicks in five points. i love going to lunch with my mom because when its just the two of us we get to talk about everything. we dont always get to do that when someone else is with us. after lunch i went home and took a nap... i miss nap time in kindergarden when they had all the awards like best in math, best in sharing, best in spelling, best in helping. well i got the best rester. thats right. and i was darn good at it to you give me a mat and i'll sleep till its snack time... after my nap i took a shower and got ready for Godspell. everyone did a fantastic job! after the show we all went to Applebee's. Jane Bailey was there! i missed her so much! and so then i took Adam to his friends house and then went home. my brother called me that night at about 1:30 telling me that i locked him out. well he doesnt live with us anymore and how am i supposed to know when he is going to be coming home. so i roll out of bed and let him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday... i went to lunch with a good friend that i havent seen in FOREVER! we went to wings. it was very good but our waiter was really weird he asked us if we had done the check yet and my friend was like no not yet and the waiter just stood there and waited for him to put the money in. and i think i have bad luck with waiters because at applebees i couldn't get the waitress' attention to get me more water. and at wings it was the same deal. i'd ask him for some more tea and it never came... THE TEA NEVER CAME! well anyway after lunch we just went and sat on a bench and talked for about and hour. then after that i went home and did laundry. then i went to Godspell and after the show we went to applebees. then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i had te weirdest dream EVER! it started out that i was at work but it didnt look like my work. and i was just walking around when it turned into the beach and my mom and the Ruths were there and ashley ruth was going to throw a vollyball to my brother when she got distracted and started yelling at someone and so i picked it up and hit it to my brother. then it started to rain and the beach turned into this sort of lunch room deal and it was where people waited to go see Godspell and Dr. and Mrs. Rosko came in and Tim was with them and he was smoking. his parents asked him when he started smoking and he was just like i've always smoked. it was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today im going to be doing laundry again. and well thats about it... no my mom will call me to tell me something i dont need to know or ask me something because she is working &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; hard at her job. love you mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must tell you to check out my link that says some of chris's pictures. there is one of meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112265189477906192?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112265189477906192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112265189477906192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112265189477906192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112265189477906192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-i-have-news.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112241062965092690</id><published>2005-07-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:43:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to your Mother oh wait thats your Brother</title><content type='html'>vanilla ice is more gangsta than the gangstaist gangsta. well i guess i wouldnt take it that far but he is pretty gangsta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me just tell you about my life at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, july 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;dspell opened and it was a lovely show and everyone did so well. i only got yelled at once. (i'm just good like that) and after the show we all went to Joey's house for a cast party. it was very nice, but sadly i had to leave early. and im sorry about that but i had fun none the less. i got SOO lost trying to get out of the neighborhood and i tried to call joey but he didnt answer. so i tried to call Francesca. and she didnt answer and so matt and i had to try to find our way out and so after about 20 min. we found the way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, july 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do much saturday. i sang at Jennifer Leon's wedding. it was soo lovely! she was beautiful. and after the wedding i went to see wedding crashers. it was a funny movie! vince vaughn is one of my favorite actors.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;then i spent the night with Kierstyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday, july 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierstyn and i got up to go to mass and St. Mark's. after mass i went home and to change and then i went to do the Godspell thing. (i learned that i missed my Godspell friends while we were apart.) everyone did a fantastic job and after the show lucas, wardell and i went to get something to eat and then we went to peterson's house and watched Exorcist: beginning (i dont do very well with scary movies and even though they kept telling me that it wasnt scary they just didnt understand that i could still get scared.) Joey was supposed to let me know when the scary parts were coming but he let me down. i think i even screamed at one point. but it was i good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, july 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up and went to work at 11:30 and then got off at 5:30 and my mom came by to get me (i still didnt have my car) mom took me to get my car and then i went home and Kierstyn called to tell me that Chris Josof was having a birthday party for Alex Dent so Kierstyn and i went. and there were alot of perole there that i havent seen all summer! like... Mark joseph, Colby, Dino, Lee, Louie, Jenny, ashley noa, mikael saway, murph, sketch (michael heitz), and greg so that was good to see all of them and i was sad to leave all of them but i had to go early because i had to get up for work the next morning. so i got home and set the alarm and all and then i heard it going off after i got upstairs and i thought oh its jason and then it just started going crazy and i went downstairs and jason was in the driveway with a uhaul and he was like jackie go put shoes on and help me unload. and i was like jason i have to go to bed! i have to get up early and he was like well it will only tak a few min. so i do and like and hour later i was like JASON!! I HAVE TO GO TO BED! so i went to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, july 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i definitely slept through my alarm clock and was late to work. so i got written up again. and after work i Kierstyn and i took our moms to lunch at the cheesecake factory. it was very good! and now im typing to you fine people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is my story and im stickin' to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112241062965092690?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112241062965092690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112241062965092690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112241062965092690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112241062965092690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/07/word-to-your-mother-oh-wait-thats-your.html' title='Word to your Mother oh wait thats your Brother'/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112196403439041263</id><published>2005-07-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:40:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i dont normaly write two blogs in a row but i feel compeled to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day yesterday was a very....&lt;br /&gt;well no words could describe... after i wrote my blog yesterday i went to finish reading my book (&lt;em&gt;The Godfather&lt;/em&gt;) it was one of the best books i have ever read. i had to go into work at 11:30 and i was going to leave an hour early so i could stop and get some lunch and parking is horribal at UAB at that time of day...so i get in my car and start it up and put it in reverse and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shuts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right wont start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i try to call my mom cant get ahold of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then called my moms friend and co-worker casey (they have offices right next to each other.) i got ahold of casey to ask her if she has seen my mom but it was a no. but she said she'd tell her to call me when she got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then try to call the Ruths, our neighbors. no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my last chance. my brother. i call him up... i think i woke him up. i asked him if he was working today and he said no and i told him that my car died and he came over to see what the problem was... but couldnt figure it out. so he was like take my car because i dont want you to be late. so i drive him back to the Ruths house (he lives in their basement) and i go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was the same ole boring work it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work i was walking to my car when i got a message from my mom saying call me when you get off work.  i do so. and my mom says HER car died and i need to come pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point in the day its 5:40 and i have to be at Godspell rehersal at 6. so i go and my mom said she would be waiting for me in the front of her building. go and shes not there yet and i wait 10 min. till she comes out. so then i i have ten min. to get to rehersal and so i try to book it overe there. and i do and my mom takes the car home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at rehersal leah asked me to fill in for follow spot because the guy who was doing it quit. so im all excited because thats an important job and they asked me to do it. so anywho i get up there and peterson sends up jpoole to do follow spot and leah was like ive got jackie up there and peterson was like jackie wont be here friday and saturday. then j poole was like i wont bee here for the second week. so we came up with.. we will tag team it. it was the most excited i have ever been...at rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess thats all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey said that i have found my catch phrase so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112196403439041263?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112196403439041263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112196403439041263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112196403439041263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112196403439041263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-i-dont-normaly-write-two-blogs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13078483.post-112186772056850670</id><published>2005-07-20T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T06:55:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well....&lt;br /&gt;IM SO FREAKING TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;ive been going 90 to nothing... i dont really know what that means, but my dad always says it.&lt;br /&gt;this is the life i have chosen though so i cant really complain. last night i went to see &lt;em&gt;Charlie and the chocolate factory &lt;/em&gt;and i have to say! JOHNNY DEPP IS THE MAN! and im going to marry him. he just doesnt know it yet. but not really. but really. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got written up at work yesterday because i was late. i was supposed to be there at around 5:15, 5:20 am or something like that. and i definatly woke up at 5:25 am and so im rushing in i didnt even put on my swim suit. its a wonder i even found my work shirt. but anyway im driving in and i get a call from my supervisor and she was like uh Jackie? are you coming into work today? and i told her i over slept and i was on my way. so i get there and the other girl i was supposed to work with was not there so my supervisor was on the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the outlet mall with Kierstyn and her mom and i get a call from Jason Eversull (head lifeguard) and he was like "uh yeah Don (our boss) made me come in and sign off on all your write ups. and im supposed to yell at you so..AHHH... ill see you at mass tomorrow. bye." and so thats all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so laterer that day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to rehersal and sat backstage and played poker. and i got to see joey! yay for joey. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up for mass this morning and then went to chic-fil-a (its a wednesday thing)&lt;br /&gt;now im just waiting to go to work at 11:30 and then to rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you burgers on the flip side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13078483-112186772056850670?l=ewaroach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/feeds/112186772056850670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13078483&amp;postID=112186772056850670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112186772056850670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13078483/posts/default/112186772056850670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewaroach.blogspot.com/2005/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>ewaroach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517800628365857616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSYHWqECoGo/S1h0UHk8sqI/AAAAAAAAACU/256U4upZZJE/S220/purple+sky.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
