<?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-7509184</id><updated>2011-09-29T13:27:15.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emma's world</title><subtitle type='html'>Life and times of emma jean in the Virual World and the Real one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-5574861416842632594</id><published>2009-07-17T17:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:00:37.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a new world, a new life</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a long time since I posted. Blogging is and always will be very therapeutic for me as it is so many others. I stopped posting when I took the job with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makena&lt;/span&gt; Technologies as the Programming and Activities Coordinator for there.com. It seemed inappropriate for me to post personal opinions, as a community person. Since a big part of the job depends on you being objective and fair to all. I always tried very hard not to let my personal opinions decide things for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways a few weeks ago I was laid off from there, and now I guess I'm sort of lost and need to find my way again. I have taken time to get off my computer to clean my home, look around the real world, to try new games, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; other online communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure where I am going, but I think I'm going to have fun getting there, wherever that ends up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-5574861416842632594?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/5574861416842632594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/5574861416842632594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-world-new-life.html' title='a new world, a new life'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113760884912736851</id><published>2006-01-18T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:27:29.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CCR made it to Egypt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y24/emmajean45/blog/ccrpic.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Woot !! wOw !! I was wallking around egypt the other day, and look what I found??&amp;nbsp; did my eyes deseave me??&amp;nbsp; had my buggy just decided to come out and play? ha well however it got there. i knew i&amp;nbsp;had to&amp;nbsp;take a picture cus noone would believe this! &amp;nbsp;&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/7509184-113760884912736851?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113760884912736851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113760884912736851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/ccr-made-it-to-egypt.html' title='CCR made it to Egypt!!'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y24/emmajean45/blog/th_ccrpic.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113388809132004025</id><published>2005-12-06T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:18:29.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa!!!!</title><content type='html'>I found santa on frosty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y24/emmajean45/there_emmajean_2005-12-0118-06-37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest Santa, I was a GOOD girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I found santa in a paz named "kissing santa"..  so that is just what I did. It's a wonderful to smooch with the big guy. now I wonder what I'll get for christmas. Maybe a really good present.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-113388809132004025?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113388809132004025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113388809132004025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa.html' title='Santa!!!!'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113268424236055247</id><published>2005-11-22T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:35:48.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There In the Washington Post</title><content type='html'>Woowzer!! we hit the big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the washington post came out with article about There.com. Not There&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; Sl, not IMUV, not on avitars, not anything casually mentioning There, but an honest to goodness article on There.com. Makes me want to send the article itself to barb. :) my sister in law, she's always teasing me about living in my computer. LOL I guess I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They mention There.com in the online version of the paper anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/21/AR2005112101787.html"&gt;Self 2.0: Internet Users Put a Best Face Forward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Web Chatters Upgrade Their Identities for Virtual Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;By Yuki NoguchiWashington Post Staff Writer&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, November 22, 2005; Page A01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article mentions a video, as well.  I think it's one of chagal's ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tu happy reading&lt;br /&gt;- emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-113268424236055247?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/21/AR2005112101787.html' title='There In the Washington Post'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113268424236055247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113268424236055247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-in-washington-post.html' title='There In the Washington Post'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113260069341848083</id><published>2005-11-21T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:45:36.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking in from the outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y24/emmajean45/misc-20051120-205552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZachC hit a home run with a *groovy* buggy bashing demolition. altho technically i wouldn't know:(( but it looked like a lot of fun from the gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-113260069341848083?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113260069341848083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113260069341848083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/looking-in-from-outside.html' title='Looking in from the outside'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113200068388780937</id><published>2005-11-14T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:40:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the LOVE in There</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y24/emmajean45/sharingthelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just don't know, where a Road Trip will take you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were feeling *groovy*, we explored some of the more wild places for sharing the love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-113200068388780937?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113200068388780937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113200068388780937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/sharing-love-in-there.html' title='Sharing the LOVE in There'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113200007883486137</id><published>2005-11-14T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:28:40.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a * groovy* party</title><content type='html'>Today i actually got published !! &lt;br /&gt;I sent in a piece to Icedoll, for LIT (Life In There), on our GROOVY party last Saturday night. Its about time some of these pictures get viewed and used. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underware and all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about real life, but rather a place called "There", a virual place, and this was an article about our virtual times, riding around in our virtual buggies, celebrating a ThereStock 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the article I wrote, Ice did a great job, turning  my thing into a "real" news worthy article. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeinthere.com/index.php?option=content&amp;task=view&amp;id=369&amp;Itemid="&gt;http://www.lifeinthere.com/index.php?option=content&amp;task=view&amp;id=369&amp;Itemid=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-113200007883486137?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113200007883486137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113200007883486137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/groovy-party.html' title='a * groovy* party'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-113114313586549940</id><published>2005-11-04T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:32:07.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAB entertainment???</title><content type='html'>Cake Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y24/emmajean45/cakedancing.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-113114313586549940?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113114313586549940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/113114313586549940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/mab-entertainment.html' title='MAB entertainment???'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-112561904841197477</id><published>2005-09-01T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:58:38.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the whole of august is GONE ! Where did it all go??? I'll make some time to post later this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh knows lots of stuff going on in my personal life, from the fall in the kitchen, to my dog biting me, darn girl LOL , from great vacations, to finding out i need new glasses :O, from trying to take that a computer painting class to finding out its hopeless.:) life sure has its ups and downs.. but gosh life is sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-112561904841197477?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112561904841197477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=112561904841197477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/112561904841197477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/112561904841197477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-112247758997805540</id><published>2005-07-27T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:19:50.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>Now that we've had one heat adversery after another, and our vaction turned out to be the  hottest day on record for that area, then sunburns from hell...  We've redescovered the simple joys of family movie going, or movie/video night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we redescovered the the joy of the drive in theater.. ahh for a cheap  rate, you can fall asleep in a chair outside, get eaten by bugs, enjoy a huge pretzle and popcorn and watch 2 great new movies. well hopefully new movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous years, family fun includes, camping, going to the beach, walking around the zoo, playing putt putt, going out to eat, hiking in hocking hills, enjoying an outdoor play. But this year it's been far too hot and meriserble for all that... so movies it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this kick really started with two things, first off cus I bought the bought the movie pass at BlockBusters, along with the game passes, so 2 movies all the time.  heck , I can trade them in the same day if I want to.  :O   and while on vacation,  pay-per-view.   In harrisburg they showed movies not on video  yet ! :O  So we got to watch ms congeatilty2, the pacifer, and Irobot way back in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in this tiny town, we still get first run movies pretty quick too an its not that expensive.  It's just hard bring my kids and their friends :)   there's always extra kids here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's movie was xXx State of the Union, Gosh, it was Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what have we seen so far this summer at the movies or in video.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic 4&lt;br /&gt;world of wars&lt;br /&gt;herby, the love bug&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;the pacifier&lt;br /&gt;i robot&lt;br /&gt;State of the union&lt;br /&gt;ocean 12&lt;br /&gt;hitch&lt;br /&gt;diary of a mad black women&lt;br /&gt;man of the house&lt;br /&gt;are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my memory being what it is, these are all I can I can remember :)  I'll add more as I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave out those I totured myself with like, sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya at the movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-112247758997805540?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112247758997805540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=112247758997805540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/112247758997805540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/112247758997805540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111659441555257963</id><published>2005-05-20T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:06:55.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Disco inferno, is by 50cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i  finally saw it on my radio.. sounds odd, doesn't it? I must admit I love my car radio!! i love hearing a new song or an old song, and seeing the name and artist displayed.  nothing better than driving down the road, be boppin' along the way.   :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another great song i  heard yesterday, was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me  by life house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* lyric clip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....  There's something about you now,&lt;br /&gt;that I can't quite figure out.&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And everything she does is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;and all other people with nothing to do, nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me,and all other people.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear it here : &lt;a href="http://launch.yahoo.com/ar-254942---Lifehouse"&gt;http://launch.yahoo.com/ar-254942---Lifehouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111659441555257963?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111659441555257963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111659441555257963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111659441555257963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111659441555257963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111643113491764319</id><published>2005-05-18T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:48:13.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>I hate bikers that don't follow the rules of the road, like they should. i watched an older women almost get hit by car, just because she crossed right in front someone. she was turning and they were going streight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day i saw another &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; accident, because of some idiot. this time a driver. you all know when you hear serins, you pull over or least look for the police, fire, emc. well the whole line of cars moves over becouse an abulance is going through with serins, horns, lights, you name it. personally i could go all the way to the curb, the guy behind me was in behind the intersection, so he was close to parked cars .. there was a person somewhere behind him, that decided as soon as the ambulance passed, they needed to go.. and pull out and go they did, not waiting to see if anyone behind him, or in front of him was going to go back in traffic. so he cut off the car behind me and almost hit him.&lt;br /&gt;i saw him pulling out first and by golly i was going to slow him down. :) im an evil driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things just happen, feelings evolve, where you think they shouldn't, but no sense dening yourself from truth, just try not to hurt ppl along the way. but sometimes it just can't be helped. no matter what you do it will hurt someone. so just do it and get over with and let the healing begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i've been slow on the new songs i like ..&lt;br /&gt;but i love "untitled" by simple plan&lt;br /&gt;and "switch" by will smith&lt;br /&gt;and "disco inferno" by ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111643113491764319?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111643113491764319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111643113491764319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111643113491764319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111643113491764319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-thoughts-for-today.html' title='Random Thoughts for today'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111529853371727069</id><published>2005-05-05T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:58:55.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>volunteering</title><content type='html'>the good thing about volunteering , is the wonderful feeling you walk away with. the bad thing about it is the sore back and muscles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111529853371727069?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111529853371727069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111529853371727069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111529853371727069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111529853371727069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/volunteering.html' title='volunteering'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111529836994047227</id><published>2005-05-05T07:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:45:45.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking up</title><content type='html'>So why is it breaking up on line is so tough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you get so close? because you are used to spending all that free time together? is it because your addicted to sex, and need it? rofl sorry, thats not me, but i had to say it anyways. Or is it all ego and pride? Or rather, is it all these things and more combined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read there4all this week, you see i broke up with someone earlier this month and honestly i didn't want to.. I just didn't see any other options except maybe a nice little love triangle. maybe i'm just too selfish. i did always get that message on my work reviews, "does not play well with others".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind sharing a love, as long as i knew i got a certain amount of time and we were totally honest and up front about everything. like i was with flynn. gosh, now thats an on line relationship, i sorely miss. i knew i would see him every Saturday night pretty much without fail. I played a mistress quite well, lol Although come to think of it, i pretty much hated that after a year too. lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole thing makes me feel like a fool. after all, i'm not the only one that saw it. god, just because they are confused and don't want to say they are dating on line .. doesn't make it easier.. no it makes it harder. i know in my heart it's alot like when he broke up with his last gf. i was just a friend to him thats all. in fact i refused to kiss him or do any thing not approperiate, because in my mind, he was dating someone else, even though he was breaking up with her. He just seemed to need a freind to talk to. But this time, i didn't get that kind of nice, neat ending. i just got to witness him slip away, seeing me less and less, not wanting to do the same things any more, not even IMing me to just to say Hi! or maybe just get a g'night in IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it just happened... I was trying to figure out what i felt like doing, i was taking care of ccr, and i was talking to him in IM and i was trying to get him to say " lets do this". i was trying to get him to start the rally with me. Finally i gave up, i thought he was at a race track racing like he always seemed to be doing. come to find out, omg, he was planning on starting the rally with "her", his new racing buddy. geesh.. so ok, now that bullshit with both them saying, "i don't do that", "i don't play that way" "no drama" is so much crap. just like her always saying, she can't understand why women didn't like her? afterall, she's married, she doesn't need a there bf. well, lots of ppl are married and having there bf's LOLOL me included. i don't &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;one either, but i had one, and i loved him in my own way. and then there was him, going on and on about how there was nothing between them because her hubbys in game soooo what was i supposed to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of sudden the tables turn, they are the couple and i'm the outsider looking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* gosh i started this so long ago, and was never going to publish it.. sometimes things just happen, feelings evolve, where you think they shouldn't, but no sense denying yourself from truth, just try not to hurt ppl along the way. but sometimes it just can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  that guy and girl I mentioned in the end, wend on to divorce their respective spouses, marry each other and now have a child together.  they are very happy in Real Life now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111529836994047227?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111529836994047227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111529836994047227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111529836994047227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111529836994047227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/breaking-up.html' title='Breaking up'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111504647899536773</id><published>2005-05-02T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:07:58.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAB</title><content type='html'>For those that are in There.com, and perhaps read the offical forums or even the community blog, There4all, know that I was indeed appointed to MAB. I will be serving with some of my most repected piers. at least to me they are!  i'm totally awe of some ppl picked.  i really  hope i  don't  look  to much like an ass, and  hope i  can be strong and  be  heard and  not  be  'umm over riden by the  enthesiusaism of other more domineiring  ppl.&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/7509184-111504647899536773?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111504647899536773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111504647899536773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111504647899536773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111504647899536773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/mab.html' title='MAB'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111391367860952825</id><published>2005-04-19T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:29:12.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, April 19th</title><content type='html'>Today.. gosh, today is micheal's birthday.. I told ya , I'd do it and and I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, excited by the fact that my birthday is tomorrow.. i'll be a whoopping 47 woohoo, and proud of it! and i as i sit thinking about my birthday coming up and what if any cards, i'll receive, i realise i never sent one, bought one, or gave one, out yet out this month, except to my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i hate that my calender was thrown out, that year I was sick, before i had a chance to copy down all the birthdays to the next one.. yeah i know, silly method, all depended on me.. well, my husband ment well. and in the hustle and bustle of today, i never did fill out a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so going by my memory here, and saying these names and dates outloud, the 19th is my nephews micheal's birthday, and the 17th is barb's, and sammy's, the 3rd was christopher's and somewhere after the 4th (tommy's) and the barb's is Ronnie's twins, dominic and jessica. geesh, i got lots of cards to send. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit i remembered barbs, at least to myself. i told my hubby it was her birthday one night. he of course tells me to call her.. and then my mind escaped me and i never called. maybe I should sing them all happy birthday, right here. hehe Too bad no one in my family reads this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to all of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what 's up with my family and computers. they don't seem to want to do much with a computer, but look up recipes, sport scores and occasionally check email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw where Road runner started this 'umm Video email? where you use your web cam.. gosh a couple years ago when i got my web cam, i tried talking my family (brothers, sister and dad) into signing up for an IM service like yahoo, where we could sit and chat with voice and the camera. it truly threw them all off. and they couldn't understand why don't i just call them sometimes instead??? One of these days... I'll find someone to send a viseo email to, or heck send them one anyways, whats the worse that could happen? they'd write back asking how do they view it and why was my email empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111391367860952825?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111391367860952825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111391367860952825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111391367860952825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111391367860952825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-april-19th.html' title='Tuesday, April 19th'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111282990204719594</id><published>2005-04-06T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:25:02.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAB</title><content type='html'>In the Game called There (found on &lt;a href="http://www.there.com"&gt;www.there.com&lt;/a&gt;)  they have a board of community repesenatives. MAB = Members Advisory Board. Nomination were held the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nominated myself. sounds crazy huh? well I never realized you could, till I saw someone else had.  and darn it I wanted to be a part of it way back when it first started.  But, noooooo, I was too young an avy. It really sucked beta testing too late!  I started just before the BP3, it seems like i was never allowed to do so much.. if i had joined way back when i first heard about There, I'd be 2 years old, just about now! but noo i thought the avys were so big and silly looking. i was happy staying at home in tso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i  want to be in MAB? because I care so much about our world. plain and simple...   i think i could represent the average joe and sally. at least to a degree. i decide long ago in There, if i didn't like what there was to do, i would create my own event, create my own way. and thats exactly what i've always done.  who would have thought this shy but flirtatous mom from a tiny town in NY would be a host!! i hardly can bring myself to say Hi to a stranger any more in real life, at least since i stoped working to be a stay at home mom.  but in There, I think I'm a darn good host. it's just like old times for me, afterall I've always cared about making ppl comfy, this is just one more step in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never mentioned this to anyone but one person before, so i  doubt anyone nominated me, but  here's to nominateing yourself! Here's to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111282990204719594?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111282990204719594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111282990204719594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111282990204719594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111282990204719594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/mab.html' title='MAB'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111282086738069587</id><published>2005-04-06T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:54:27.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March and April</title><content type='html'>If you are wondering why i'm not posting much..  A lot has to do with this time of the year. between march and and april in my little world, Three of us out 4 have birthdays. This year my oldest boy turn 16, the youngest 12, and I myself will be 47.  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I include the rest of the family, April is packed with birthdays..  I have my 2 twin neice and nephew's birthday, my cousin, my sister in law, my kids and myself...  altho I am thinking of them all today. by the time the calender is near enough to their birthday to send a card, I will have forgotten it. Cus that's how I am !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy birthday family , sorry I forgot it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111282086738069587?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111282086738069587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111282086738069587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111282086738069587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111282086738069587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/march-and-april.html' title='March and April'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-111022227747781513</id><published>2005-03-07T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:06:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monday there4all</title><content type='html'>gosh if anyone looking for my post this morning, on there4all, it seems to be working... however all i get is errors trying to use the moveable type to post on it. i wrote a lot too and it took me forever... whaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if its not up by tomorrow i'll post it here.. no sense waisting all those good thoughts and rants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-111022227747781513?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111022227747781513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=111022227747781513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111022227747781513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/111022227747781513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-there4all.html' title='monday there4all'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-110933966648126232</id><published>2005-02-25T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T08:54:26.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Today</title><content type='html'>Gosh, its been so long since i wrote here, and this is probably the most stressfull time of the year. this is when i should be writing, but christmas and right after...   for some reason, it's like the schools pick up and start teaching faster and all new stuff.  the first few months, its a slow reviewing of last years algebra, before they add new concepts.. and anyone whos a parent knows, when your kids are stressed, everyone is stressed. hehe  gosh, at least, i hope thats not just me and my family alone, or maybe thats an ADD thing? lately everythings bugging me. ppl being rude, intolerant, arguementative and  just generally insentistive.. ha and thats  just my teenager.. LOL sad thing is, not really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get addicted to a forum? i'm not sure why i do it? i've decided its a sickness. With the OF (Official Forums) of there.com i read.... and i read..... and i read some more...  and then, i have to post my opinion..  lately i've been stearing away from opinion based posts. i mean all it does is draw out ppl that disagree..  and then, omg, you get called all sorts of names.. from paz police to ignornant.  yes, i'm talking about the paz placement/mab thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is happens to ppl on the internet? i mean obviosly its the fact , that they know, no one knows who they really are, their name or address, no one is going to their house to punch them in the nose or slap their face. but shhessh, i'm so tired of fighting to express my opinion. at the same time, i love the our virual world, i hate seeing it falling apart and become a shithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't any one learn the art of debate anymore? i mean to be able to express your opinion without  resorting to name calling? and why is it ppl only see and hear what they want? it so clear to most everyone that there is an not a right or wrong, that both sides will never agree.. however, it is something that should be discussed so a good and resonable compremise can be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because a person isn't breaking a rule, doesn't mean the rule shouldn't be changed. and conversely.. just because there is a rule, doesn't mean its a good rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know part of my problem is me.  there too much of me in emma jean. she likes quiet and serine places to chill, no chaos or mayhelm. i totally dislike paintball, esp when i'm just standing there and someone decides to shoot me. thats what happens lately if you go to zephire or the boneyard. being a parent, a rule abiding citizen, i totally disapprove of the whole 420 idea, and pot smoking being shown in such a positive light?  even tho, of course, i have smoked before.. but heck that was the 70s.  just like i had many sexual partners..  there are many things we did back then, for your own safety shouldn't anymore..  can we say hitchhike??  ahh  sorry back to my point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it, that i can get so fed up with ppl and their rude comments, name calling and lack of respect of me as a person, not to mention curtisey to let me have a differant opinion, that i can't stop reading it? i sware i'm not going to post again, i sware im not going to even go to that section or read that thread, yet, there i am...   i just can't stand ppl  going to such specifics. it should be more about the good of there, and the future and what the ppl want. heck one of the ppl on the other side of the fense, even asked what have you done for there lately? so what, now becouse i own 2 homes and have no perm paz outside and  make a weekly races and  give out hundreds of vehcles..  i'm suddenly not  contributing to there? all because i enjoy questing in my off time. no wonder no one wants to post in the OF anymore, all you do is get attacked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bigger question is...  should we give up?     Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*please note.. this all my own observations, ranting s and opinions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110933966648126232?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110933966648126232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110933966648126232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110933966648126232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110933966648126232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-today.html' title='Hello Today'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-110691280472489490</id><published>2005-01-28T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:55:43.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me LOVE you</title><content type='html'>gosh i mentioned that music and forgot to mention one of the best this month so far. the radio station compared his voice to Usher.. i'm not sure i agree withthat connection, but.. he sure did sound sweet. here the lyrics, to let me love you, by Mario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe his stories&lt;br /&gt;You know that they're all lies&lt;br /&gt;Bad as you are ,you stick around and I just don't know why&lt;br /&gt;If I was ya man baby you&lt;br /&gt;Never worry bout what I do&lt;br /&gt;I'd be coming home back to you&lt;br /&gt;Every night, doin' you right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman deserves good thangs&lt;br /&gt;Wrist full of diamonds hand full of rings&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a star, I just want to show you,you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;ListenYour true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go they stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes,&lt;br /&gt;Out of control, baby you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there you have it.. a man just loving his girl, or wanting to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110691280472489490?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110691280472489490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110691280472489490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110691280472489490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110691280472489490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let me LOVE you'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-110675457131815454</id><published>2005-01-26T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T10:49:31.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>well i just had to say i love this new song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful soul by the beatuiful voice of Jessie McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now they are also playing:&lt;br /&gt;Live Life Like your Dying by Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i 'll love a little deeper, an speak alittle sweeter, an... live life, like i'm dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110675457131815454?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110675457131815454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110675457131815454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110675457131815454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110675457131815454'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another transparent barrel in, this time replacing a bench at the stone fire &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110539058523340815?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110539058523340815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110539058523340815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110539058523340815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110539058523340815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/transperant-barrels-in-there.html' title='Transperant barrels in There'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-110349607982956393</id><published>2004-12-19T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:41:19.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatball Cookies</title><content type='html'>yup , you read this right..&lt;br /&gt;Meatball cookies are sort of a family tradition. Everyone (all 6 or 7 aunts) in my Dad's family made them as I was growing up, and oddly every aunt's tasted and looked slightly different. Some aunts added nuts, some not, some liquor, some not, and some made them huge and some made them smaller. So I'm going to leave my rendition of the recipe.. Just keep in mind the way I cook, every year they are slightly different.. And using a mixer no matter how much you want to doesn't usually work too well. It makes the batter too wet. So if you have a need to, like I do, add enough flour to make it stiff? LOL sorry but I do it by eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatball Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 c crisco (or margarine)&lt;br /&gt;8 oz cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c cocoa&lt;br /&gt;5 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;4 c flour&lt;br /&gt;12 oz chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 c. nuts&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c whiskey&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs rum&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs brandy&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original modifications were changing 2 - 3 oz cream cheese to 8 oz, and 8 oz of chips to 12 oz. Now for more of modifications, I leave out the nuts, and the brandy usually, I just throw in alittle extra whiskey or rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first cream sugar and butter, then add cream cheese, cream more, then eggs and milk stir till mixed thoroughly. Then add all dry stuff and chips and mix. Then liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix pieces off ( meatball or walnut size) and roll. use a little oil in your hands to make it smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake 400 deg 8 - 10 min&lt;br /&gt;frost or not lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110349607982956393?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110349607982956393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110349607982956393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110349607982956393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110349607982956393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/meatball-cookies.html' title='Meatball Cookies'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-110207435598596081</id><published>2004-12-03T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T06:45:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/Snapshot_002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/Snapshot_002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EmmaJean page in SL.  My first attempt at clothes design. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110207435598596081?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110207435598596081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110207435598596081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110207435598596081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110207435598596081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/emmajean-page-in-sl.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-110186598181445233</id><published>2004-12-01T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T06:41:31.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW what a month</title><content type='html'>Wow November 4th was my last post?? Time sure does fly. :P LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that time i did vote, ThereStock came and went, i Protested in There for a few weeks now, i wrote in &lt;a href="http://www.there4all.com"&gt;wwww.there4all.com&lt;/a&gt;, i made a few races in there and hosted some events, gave away at least 8 buggies in there, redecorated my there house, started a few quests, tried to build in second life, ruined some clothes fooling around with textures, joined a new club, met some new friends, and saw some old ones, played with the paint programs some more, signed up for warcraft, deleted my TSO sim, actually stayed off my computer more.. went on holiday, learned how to drive a ATV, learned how to email and IM with my phone, helped my brother and my dad with his computer, took care of a friend, and got into the city a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhhhh" *long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really it was not all that much, now that the christmas season is upon us, there a ton more to do. first and formost is list making ;) then cards, lots and lots of cards, then shop till i'm happy, and it's pack and ship. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm off to start my first list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I want for christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-110186598181445233?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110186598181445233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=110186598181445233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110186598181445233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/110186598181445233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow-what-month.html' title='WOW what a month'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109957763156118977</id><published>2004-11-04T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T09:20:20.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>geesh</title><content type='html'>what in the world is going to happen to our future? ooh my.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between having pro-choice discussions with my son, and now to read that in our lovely forums. so for those of you not  reading or don't  understand why i am upset.  its not the topic of discussion, altho an adult area of There has been discussed to death. i certainly am glad that it will never come to fruition. but its the poster at the end of the topic that anoys me so much... its bad enough... hes a  fairly young person, 18-21 if i remember right, but involved in 420 movement (believes in legalization of pot) but now states his finace` is only 16.  LOLOLOL  ooh yeah there a future leader of our country.  not to pick on him personally, i read that he is handicaped and in a wheelchair and  from his other posts, he seems fairly intelligent.  but where are these parents??? i just don't  get how could you allow a 16 year to be engaged? or allow someone to be engaged to a 16 year old. my son would be sooo grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh, there so many changes that happen to kids at that ages, girls esp. i mean my god, you hardly have curves at that point????  let alone you are just discovering your sexuality, your streighths and your own way to forge thru the world. ages 15 to 20 arethe most immportant years. its when we learn the most, study the hardest, grow the least :), and change the most. we make the most decisions as well , decisions that effect the rest of our lives. from what classes we take in high school or droping out, to giving in to peer pressure or not, to deciding on drinking, smoking, or experimenting with drugs, on to military experience or not, sex or wait? too many things are going to change in your lives there  no way at 15 or 16 you will end up the same person by the time you turn 21 let alone 30.  IMO thats the main reason we have so many stupid divorses, too many ppl get married too young and for the wrong reasons. it's not enough to just love someone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sorry, thx for listening, i just had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.prod.there.com/forums/showflat.pl?Cat=&amp;Board=suggestions&amp;Number=299442&amp;page=0&amp;view=collapsed&amp;sb=5&amp;o=0&amp;fpart=all"&gt;LINK to forum post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109957763156118977?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.prod.there.com/forums/showflat.pl?Cat=&amp;Board=suggestions&amp;Number=299442&amp;page=0&amp;view=collapsed&amp;sb=5&amp;o=0&amp;fpart=all' title='geesh'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109957763156118977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109957763156118977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109957763156118977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109957763156118977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/geesh.html' title='geesh'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109940043365380720</id><published>2004-11-02T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T08:00:33.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go vote</title><content type='html'>simple as that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your registered, GO VOTE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember its not just your right as an american, but a privledge and a responsibilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109940043365380720?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109940043365380720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109940043365380720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109940043365380720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109940043365380720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/go-vote.html' title='go vote'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109932080813497191</id><published>2004-11-01T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:53:28.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/emmajean%20page.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean%20page.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EmmaJean Page in Second Life,  me chilling in my apt&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109932080813497191?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109932080813497191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109932080813497191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109932080813497191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109932080813497191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/emmajean-page-in-second-life-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109915499835934738</id><published>2004-10-30T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T12:49:58.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I loved Halloween, I mean who doesn't like running with your friends and collecting all kinds of chocolate. But gosh kids today, no wonder they don't give a whoot about Halloween. The city dictates when, where and what time they can go now. Plus gosh, we had such a big family's when I grew up, we brothers, sisters, and neighbors all stuck together. Now however... An older brother take his little one, no way someone might see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well being the good mom I am, I encouraged my kids to trick ot treat. I think its fun, as well. I think my oldest boy went till about 7th grade after that, the school has dances for them. :) and gosh the high school key club also decorates the school for them and has hunted hallways, where they pass out &lt;em&gt;safe &lt;/em&gt;candy. That comes in handy when it rains. I always remind my kids to say thank you and be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was no exception. My youngest is 11, and Halloween was dictated to be Thursday night 5:30 - 7 pm.  Geesh it was hardly dark when it ended even. I really don't get it, I mean it's not like we live in the city. We don't have that much mischief, no fires in the dumpsters, no guns out on the street taking candy from kids, no needles in chocolate... All those things did happen in Columbus, though. All in all, it was a nice night, I met some parents from down the street I never saw before, saw some parents from the country that came in to trick or treet, and I got to see some of the cutest kids with smiles and laughing. Heck, I even got a real hug, from an admirer of my headless bride days. People around here, sit outside and party practically while the kids come get the candy. No need to ring a door bell in our town, they are great. Loads of chocolate, lollypops, bubble gum, and even the occastional pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't like was trying to explaining to my boy, when someone sat on the driveway and handed them a flyer instead of candy. A flyer for a church, LOL my son was down right rude, and that wasn't right, but really, couldn't they just stay inside?? geesh sorry !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think we Catholics have the strangest traditions but I forget about some these non-organized, over zealous Baptist or rather non-dominations &lt;em&gt;Christian &lt;/em&gt;religions, where any Tom, Dick or Harry can be a preacher and open a church. Welcome to the church of Rev Jim LOL @ Taxi remember that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our church, we learned our catholic holidays like All- halllow's Eve (where Halloween comes from) were picked specically to be near or on the days of pagan celebrations, for many reasons. One was to hide the fact they were Christians, so they wouldn't be killed for it, another to help ease the transion to get more people to believe in the one true god and not many gods like they used to believe. It's hard to remember that the catholic church was the first true religion and followers of Jesus Christ, and that all others were formed when they disagreed with the laws of the church and the pope. At least when you think of the Christians out there that are more strict then we are. LOL it really does make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness my relatives did come to this land to have religious freedom. My moms family to start one of the Presbyterian church's and my dads to be catholic. hehe  Yup, I'm such a mutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109915499835934738?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109915499835934738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109915499835934738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109915499835934738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109915499835934738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109908546436609920</id><published>2004-10-29T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:31:04.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my cookies</title><content type='html'>who is ciara, and why do i care about her cookies/goodies?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;;)   seriously its a cute song though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109908546436609920?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109908546436609920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109908546436609920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109908546436609920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109908546436609920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-cookies.html' title='my cookies'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109891618353580464</id><published>2004-10-27T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:57:42.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>water</title><content type='html'>i went to walmart today to buy a sieth, for my son for his costume.. and what do i see as i enter? a long table and the health experts from the local hospital giving fat analysis. LOL needless say after gaining 20 or so pounds during the summer putting me way past overweight, i figured what the heck, how much worse could it be. last time i let her do that to me at the health fair, she asked if i had been on bed rest or had some operation i was recuring from, i was so bad lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the results were pretty the same as last time, in fact a couple %s less. :O but what surprised me most was her insistance that i was dehydrated. i guess that would explain my headaches somewhat. but i truely hate water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started think they were there to drive the water market up for walmart. right away they were suggesting i buy the walmart flavored water to drink. everyone can drink that it seems. i have to admit i have too. back when i was in ww. it was one of the things they suggested too. ahh well i bought some water, but i got my popcorn too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109891618353580464?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109891618353580464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109891618353580464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109891618353580464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109891618353580464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/water.html' title='water'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109870678111977457</id><published>2004-10-25T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:19:41.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well weekends over, and somehow I had a great visit with my dad, ccr did NOT fall apart, neither did my children and www event went off with a bang without me. Seriously though, I often wondered how it was going to work. Me promising to do something big for www, and the night before it starts, they moved the location of the town. LOL so we had something fun, following the ccr tradition, that it seems hardly anyone remembered. And decided there was no way we could make a race that night. I had my m&amp;m race map of caldera desert, but wouldn't cha know it, I deleted those checkpoints a couple of days before this.  The www event co-ordinators told me not to worry, so I stopped worrying. mystiegirl did finally pull through, not that I doubted her, I just can't take all the last minute stuff she does. LOL I was really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life, I did have a nice weekend in spite of being sick still, I caught tommy's cold now.. so more reason to have a headache and along with that I have lyrangitist.(sp?) Ah well. We had a great time at pumpkin show. We did watch the parade. Tommy rode until time was up. 8 rides of the star later, he was just starting to get sick, so we went and got his goldfish. I got my waffles. Steven was the only one that lost out. He brought his buddy john with him, to ride the rides. John was sick again right away, this time on the Viking ship. LOL Steven really needs a friend with a stronger stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dad had a pleasant weekend , I sure did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about giving you a cold though, dad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109870678111977457?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109870678111977457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109870678111977457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109870678111977457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109870678111977457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109839770288721755</id><published>2004-10-21T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:28:22.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/prize-20041021-182509.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/prize-20041021-182509.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCR's Wild Wild West Ghost town&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109839770288721755?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109839770288721755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109839770288721755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109839770288721755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109839770288721755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/ccrs-wild-wild-west-ghost-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109786889774620530</id><published>2004-10-15T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:34:57.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Music Favorites</title><content type='html'>i do believe i have an odd taste in music... espcially for a 46 year old. lol&lt;br /&gt;anyways i have to say there's again a rash of wonderous songs out there.&lt;br /&gt;here is some pieces of lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going threw a breakup?&lt;br /&gt;listen to: JoJo, &lt;em&gt;Leave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a great girl power song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you right here with me, but I have no choice you've got to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart breaking, with every word i'm saying,&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I had on something that wouldn't last,&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to cry, oh please don't follow me, . . . . Get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Get out (leave) right now, this is the end of you and me (you and me)&lt;br /&gt;It's too late (now) and i can't wait for you to be gone (you to be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in love, try&lt;br /&gt;Usher and Alicia Keys &lt;em&gt;My Boo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Usher intro:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always that one person&lt;br /&gt;That will always have your heart&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see it coming&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're blinded from the start&lt;br /&gt;Know that you're that one for me&lt;br /&gt;It's clear for everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby ooh you'll always be my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you agree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly i just heard this..&lt;br /&gt;Nelly &amp;amp; Tim McGraw Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find lyrics for it, but boy it was a very interesting pairing of talent. and the song was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find the first two on Yahoo's launch.&lt;br /&gt;Happy listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109786889774620530?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109786889774620530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109786889774620530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109786889774620530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109786889774620530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/some-music-favorites.html' title='Some Music Favorites'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109778245532754186</id><published>2004-10-14T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:34:15.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>well real life is catching up on me, after a zillion headaches.. still going i might add, i had both my kids take turns at being sick. one also with migraines, the other ?? who knows! rofl Doctors you gotta love em. she said well its either a virus or allergies. 'doh  i knew that.  but with the other stuff he's taking  i really do want to know what i should give him. so today my lifes a roller coaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, i found this site, IGE where i could sell or trade my simoleans.  yeah, i said sell, no more guilt about leaving those millions. at least i got something for it. $57 for 2.5 million simoleans.  it doesn't seem like its nearly enough, after all my sweat. lol but now i have money i think, in paypal.  i guess, that i can spend on There or swg or second life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in between driving to school to pick up one sick child and now, was doctors appointments, chicken soup, selling stuff in fancey fields, reading blogs trying to find the offical sl forums, signing up for my membership in sl and buying some furniture for sl, meeting in tso to pick up money, and reading everything again, now where does the $money actually go? run to the pharmacy, and now it's time to pick up my oldest. finially everything done and i can breathe. i'm exhausted, i think i 'll go join my youngest in a nap. see ya laters &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109778245532754186?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109778245532754186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109778245532754186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109778245532754186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109778245532754186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109715227506809753</id><published>2004-10-07T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:36:07.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the week? </title><content type='html'>Hidden in the mist of Ootay are some wondrous things..  Like this, some call it the element rock, some the astrologer wheel.  What ever you want to name it, it is definitely a thing to pay homage to. See it even has an eternal fire  keeping the evils away  and  beckoning us to hear its call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/misc-20041003-020759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/misc-20041003-020759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astrologer wheel in There &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109715227506809753?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109715227506809753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109715227506809753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109715227506809753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109715227506809753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the week? '/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109715183557218997</id><published>2004-10-07T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:23:55.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>artist and/or photographer</title><content type='html'>my favorite painting or photos, actual or style? well i 'm probably going to date myself, seeing as i studied art history way back in the 70s and photos well i like taking them.. i never really thought about a photographer before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite artist would of course be my mom.. for a person growing up with nothing, in a abusive house, i seen the pictures (photos, sketchs and paintings) she created, even at the very young age of 13. she always had an eye for color and textures. i'm sure thats where i get it from. of course her grandfather was a cabinet maker.. and her uncles were draftsmen and engineers of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as famous painter, sulptures and or styles.. i really love a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like impressionist probably the best. imagine the artist thinking, i want a lake in this spot, and just putting a bunch of small strokes in a lot of differant colors.. somehow when you look farther away it looks like a lake. i've never understood how that worked, but it does.  looking close up, sometimes its hard to imagine what ever it might be. but from far away it gives such a dreamy romantic view on life.. don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love the rensesance era of artist. the weighty, round, beautiful women of micheangelo and raphel. now there was age where the men enjoyed real women. people enjoyed such a hedenistic life, finding pleasure in all aspects of life, food drink and sex. there are many nudes and all full figured women and well endowed men. yes, people were not afraid to be themselves in those times. no 100 pounds models put on pedistals, in fact a women would have been considered sickly at that weight. i must admit, this time i love the realism of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i always loved the paintings of georgia o'keefe. i love the way she showed such detail in a simple thing of nature. i always loved flowers, and she did them so well. the fact that people say they look like parts of a womens body??  well, i have to agree, but that's not why i like them. i simply enjoy flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In photography, i think i love the more realist shot. you know, the old woman on the rocker, relaxing in the sun, going unnoticed but taking in everything around her.  simple is best. the more unobtrusic the photo, the better.  a rather artistic view there too. but that what i like . the photos of a simple life, taking  without their knowing it, by someone wanting us to know the ppl without intruding on them.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109715183557218997?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109715183557218997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109715183557218997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109715183557218997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109715183557218997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/artist-andor-photographer.html' title='artist and/or photographer'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109714539900940016</id><published>2004-10-07T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:26:50.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>'umm sorry, i guess you can tell where my mind is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though, sex was the absolute best gift God ever gave us. it doesn't matter, lights on, light off, sexy clothes or naked, candles? food? what you look like or how many pounds you are. Sex is the one true expression of Love. the power you have to bring someone else to a place we dream of.. where your brain stops thinking and you can only hear your breath quickening. where you can only feel the firm touch on your ass and lips on your skin. going to place you can hardly imagine, even though you've been there before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what better gift to share with someone you love and promiced to love till you day you die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109714539900940016?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109714539900940016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109714539900940016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109714539900940016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109714539900940016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109663267864001336</id><published>2004-10-01T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:11:18.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>I saw the most incredible thing this morning... Very simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a probably the worst day we had as a family. It's hard on all of us when my youngest, gets moody and goes off. Yesterday was probably the worst ever. At the end of the night, when he's tucked quietly in bed, he's just the sweetest thing ever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was driving back home after dropping the boys off at school, and I just noticed the most incredible view. Like most of central Ohio, on the corner near our home is a corn field. This morning, it was still dark, foggy, and kind of chilly, a typical fall morning. The city was starting to wake up, the birds were quieting, lots of people driving to school or work, and kids walking around yelling and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got closer to home, I noticed the sun was starting to peak over the field. A beautiful red sun, making the sky all purpley blue, and the fog still laying low, lightly over the field. It was just incredible, nature had a powerful statement today, and it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a new day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109663267864001336?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109663267864001336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109663267864001336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109663267864001336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109663267864001336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109655558115577480</id><published>2004-09-30T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:30:24.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Cube in tyr</title><content type='html'>I saw ubber_geek's post this morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Credit Cube... That's all I'm saying! :D &lt;/blockquote&gt;when I was catching up on forum reading . So after I took the kids to school, and during the maint down time, I just asked "is it in tyr?" with a confirmation it was, off I went, pack in pocket. I searched for over an hour, sure glad There opened early today. :D hehe  I should have known, there ubber was, just like a beacon, welcoming weary travelers like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/misc-20040930-104247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/misc-20040930-104247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit cube in tyr &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does not do there justice. Even if you click on the picture and make it bigger.. It still hard to make out what it looks like. And what happened to my name tag I wonder. :)  I'm a ghost now LOL I took the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously tho, if you happened to stumble on this. It's truly remarkable. It rotates completely 3 dimensional. It's not on the ground at all, it's floating. It's putting off different color lighting as the names displayed change color themselves. And the names of the credit for There.com are scrolling along all 6 sides. Well five, I think actually, one side is bugged.  LOL   That side has words of wisdom on it, pointing out the code error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about an Easter egg, I wonder when it arrived? The push yesterday or Tuesday perhaps... No matter, it is truly remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109655558115577480?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109655558115577480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109655558115577480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109655558115577480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109655558115577480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/credit-cube-in-tyr.html' title='Credit Cube in tyr'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109646126260261616</id><published>2004-09-29T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T08:34:22.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions, rituals and schedules</title><content type='html'>When my friend, Rose told me our topic was traditions, I really didn't think about stuff like her good luck rituals, or things that we do, that you could set a clock too. But I guess truly she right, after years and years they do become traditions, maybe not ones you pass along to other family members , but still, just as important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our little family we are pretty scheduled, hopefully not to rigid. It has a little to with me being a Taurus, I like things to stay the same. And because after having children, I realized it was better for them to be on a schedule, especially a flexible one. Then as my youngest son was growing up, and it was apparent he was different, it was imperative that we try to keep a schedule. You know kids with ADD are so easily distracted, it is easy to point to the clock and say "it's that time".. Not to mention he really doesn't transition well, not just class to class in school, but from summer to winter, vacation to school, etc. So day to day we as family have many rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself there are only a couple I hold dear. First, every morning, my husband wakes me up. *smiles*  It just the best way to start the day, to get a touch on the shoulder if he's running late, or a snuggle in bed, before you part and start the day, and always a kiss and a "I love you". Secondly, I love ending my day the same way it starts, of course, in my husbands arms, reminding him I love him. No matter how brief those moments are, my day or night is just not same without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a weekly tradition, I could say, I'm playing There and doing a ccr race every Friday night, and he's watching tv. lol which is true, but hardly a tradition, least ways, I hope not. We do try to have a Saturday breakfast together, you know a nice one with hot food. We try to make sure Jeff does something with the boys.. either separate or together or us as a family. We play cards, games, football or a movie, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearly, there are lots of things we do. Probably the most important is our trips back home. Again me being Taurus, my home and family is the important thing to me. When I single, I had moved the farthest away, in fact I moved several times for work, and I always was the one that flew home to see everyone. I was single and had the most flexible schedule, so if my brother and his family were going to be home, I was too. He was 4 hours away. Everything changed after I got married and started a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going home for our first Christmas, already about 5 or 6 months pregnant. I remember distinctly telling my mom I would always come for Christmas, that I could never, not be home. She assured me it would come. That I was a wife and a mom now, and I was making my own little family and it was time to start new traditions. Being the spoiled, stubborn brat that I am, I had to argue that my tradition was to include coming home for Christmas, every year. However, little did I realize she was right, as always. The next year came and indeed we could not make it home for Christmas. I don't remember the reason at all, whether it was work, or if the baby was sick, or if there was too much snow, but we just couldn't make the 9 hour car trip. That was when my mom suggested, I start my tradition of spending Thanksgiving with my family and Christmas with Jeff's. Sparing any bad weather in November, that's one tradition we carried on for about 15 years now. Whether we go to my mom and dad's house, or my sister's, we always go back to NY for thanksgiving.  If we're lucky it snows. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109646126260261616?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109646126260261616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109646126260261616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109646126260261616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109646126260261616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/traditions-rituals-and-schedules.html' title='Traditions, rituals and schedules'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109638123117634335</id><published>2004-09-28T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:20:31.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fires in there</title><content type='html'>Just so we are clear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found and posted pictures earlier of 5 stone camp fires. All 5 have at least 1 low stone bench next to it, in fact I think most have 2. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then we have the camp fires with fallen trees as benches.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and campfires with the large 12 group seating. ( I wish we could buy those from there, BTW)... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lastly the fires in there with no seats near it at all. I can think of 4 of these... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the ones with no seats are the most interesting.. I mean think about what might the artist or the designer ment for their purpose? for instance , 2 of the fires are in tabu, in the lava, I think they ment to give the illusion of hot lava steam and fire .. Another fire is at the astrologer wheel (or elements wheel) in ootay, that could be just to pay respect to the gods :) or perhaps a beacon to help us find it or just to draw attention to the great art of there. The last one I can think of is the third fire in the mushroom forest of caldera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone has the teleport There gave us for leveling.. The mushroom with a bite out . And the two main fires are there, but how many actually have gone to the other side and seen the third fire.. There was a quest there, of course.. So many would have seen it that way. But with no bench, only trees around it, why would you even notice it. :) Those who know me in game, know I'm easily entertained and just as easily distracted. As a newbie I could go for hours just trying to jump on the mushrooms. I walked a lot in there too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walk in a lot of selected areas.. I did one day as newbie, tried every teleport dot on the there map, and tried every there reward bookmark, just to see where it took me. And then I went thru every special site on thalasso's maps, and found them all by buggy, board or foot. I like finding the stuff to me its like a challenge. I wonder who is thalasso, and how did he know it was there to begin with? or was he like me wandering around till he happens on stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if I missed a fire? :O maybe I should count them all rofl I think I have them all bookmarked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109638123117634335?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109638123117634335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109638123117634335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109638123117634335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109638123117634335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/fires-in-there_28.html' title='Fires in there'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109631559383156441</id><published>2004-09-27T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:06:33.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>Topic: Traditions. Do you have any old ones? Have you started any new ones?&lt;br /&gt;what are your favorite ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of traditions, I mostly think of Christmas time. I mean that's when most ppls traditions come out. It's so far from Christmas, I'll try to table that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I carry on many of the day to day type of traditions that my family had. After all my mom and dad both worked constantly, and I'm a stay-at-home mom now, and I insisted that my husband &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; work 12-14 hours a day and our kids never see him or play with him. And I didn't agree with spanking and some of the child rearing ideas. Nor do I tell my kids what's wrong with them, well I try not to,  hopefully just what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we incorporated the good things, I think of my family life and Jeff''s. One thing we had in common, before we married, was a strong close family life. I had a big extended family and he a small one, but the loyalty among us can not be denied.  Being so far away from my family now, no aunts, uncles and thousands of cousins nearby, to visit every weekend.  I know my kids aren't getting those values the way they I did, but hopefully when they see me run next door to help the neighbors, it tells them something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As kid growing up we went to church every Sunday morning with dad, then off to Uncle Minny's for a comic book and a soda, if it was a holiday we went to the house saw everyone up there for cocktails. Stopped along the way to visit my Aunt Angie and Uncle Custy. Then home for Sunday dinner. We had dinner every night at 6, but never together. My dad was at the store when mom ate, then she went up and he came home. So Sunday was it for a family time. The rest of traditions all revolve around holidays, eating, drinking and generally enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I don't follow any of those traditions, except dinner at 6, still. I do still follow our many Christmas traditions, mine and jeff's as well as some new ones. But really those should be discussed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think think I passed along the sense of loyalty, integrity, family values and love to my kids and that's the main message of traditions anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109631559383156441?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109631559383156441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109631559383156441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109631559383156441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109631559383156441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109603257854785959</id><published>2004-09-24T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T09:29:38.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, its that time of the month</title><content type='html'>'dohhhh&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe, i couldn't tell!  tuesday i was soo sad, rememinising about about  forgiveness and all after reading Barb's article about her own life, the jewish holiday and all that. wednesday, i twisted my knee again, i was limping all day..  thursday, i had trouble sleeping and i so much wanted pickles all day. and today i  have another headache for the 7th ? day in row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put all my moodiness and pain aside and just called it, "i'm old before 50, and i need to walk"  lol i completely forgot to look at the calender, not to mention i rarely know what the date actually is?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep myself in the fog i guess, cus quite simply, i have no need to know the date. just monday - friday, get kids to school pick up kids and try to pick up the house in between, if i feel well enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today i saw a post in the forum for diabetes. and how one women said her moms toes were amputated.  i sware thats one of my biggest fears for old age. i mean i know i'm at high risk for diabetes, thats why i worked so hard to get healthy. but boy that rash stuff, just killed me.  umm, beat me down perhaps, is a better word, since i'm still alive, and all. it took me how many years to gain strength?  after finding out i had fibromyolgia. i decided, "no, i don't"  LOL a year later and many trips to the y and all those lovely simptoms dissapeared. then i wrecked my knee falling down the stairs, finaly after a year of pain, i have the stupid surgery, and i fall down again on the way back in the house. i'm sure that why the surgery was worthless. i don't handle pain very well at all.  but some physical therepy, and more trips to the y, that at least is under control. then of course the rash..  it doesn't sound like much, but oh my.. i've never been in so much pain. it was just differant.. i mean i had that the rash over my entire body, and it lasted like that for about 9 monthes. i had to give up swimming, :O   that was my excerise at the y.   now its 2 years since i first broke out, and i still have hives..  all in my hair of all places, and scars on my chest from the skin damage.  as this is fading, i notice, lately i'm loosing the feeling in my feet and hands sometimes. great, just what i needed.  huh ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean really, in my life time, i already had....  PID, carpial tunnel, a bleeding ulser (that almost killed me), a car accident that ruined one knee, falling down the stairs ruined the other, gestation diabetes, back injuries, fibromyolgia, of course the surgery to correct one knee (that was as bad as having the problem) and cronic hives.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i forgot PMS, can aggrivate everything i ever had .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i didn't post this to make you sad or even really to tell u anything at all. just a movator to myself, to leave this chair a while, and do something. i just hate walking alone anymore..  but i know i have to put to away the excuses or  diabeates will next thing on my list..  or worse, heart problems.  my luck i  wouldn't die either, i just be in more pain  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am going to stop and just walk to the corner.. sounds so lame but maybe its a start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109603257854785959?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109603257854785959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109603257854785959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109603257854785959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109603257854785959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/yes-its-that-time-of-month.html' title='yes, its that time of the month'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109571067364418682</id><published>2004-09-20T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:04:33.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/trash-20040920-160202.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/trash-20040920-160202.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best view stone fire...  Anyone know where? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109571067364418682?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109571067364418682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109571067364418682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109571067364418682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109571067364418682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-view-stone-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109571000387971143</id><published>2004-09-20T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T15:53:23.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/trash-20040920-154715.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/trash-20040920-154715.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'''yay one clear stone fire&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109571000387971143?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109571000387971143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109571000387971143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109571000387971143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109571000387971143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay-one-clear-stone-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109570993006995336</id><published>2004-09-20T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T15:52:10.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/trash-20040920-154810.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/trash-20040920-154810.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone camp fire in Ootay alter to the monkey Gods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109570993006995336?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109570993006995336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109570993006995336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109570993006995336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109570993006995336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/stone-camp-fire-in-ootay-alter-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109570985634375073</id><published>2004-09-20T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T15:50:56.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/trash-20040920-154353.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/trash-20040920-154353.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Mushroom Forest Fire in Caldera.  Isn't it grand?  i took this picture from the paz that was on top &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109570985634375073?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109570985634375073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109570985634375073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109570985634375073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109570985634375073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/mushroom-forest-fire-in-caldera.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109569137547347463</id><published>2004-09-20T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:56:38.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fires in There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/misc-20040919-131545.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/misc-20040919-131545.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lyceum or some call it the dark forest. Is it art ? or trashed? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, out of the 3 or 4 stone fires, 3 have paz on them.. and they think they are addding to the beauty, there is already 6 benchs strategicaly placed by there in The Lyceum, to give some amount of priviacy. with the gates facing north, south, east and west.. it is a landmark in There, no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adding a card table, signs, more seats?, and duck?? wth? is improvement? i just don't get it. i'm going to take pictures of the other 3 i know of.  who knows maybe there's, more out there and i just never noticed the stone with all the shit on it. at least 1 stone fire is paz free this week. i guess this along with finding the little men is my next quest, between quests and races. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109569137547347463?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109569137547347463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109569137547347463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109569137547347463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109569137547347463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/fires-in-there.html' title='Fires in There'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109552275003924404</id><published>2004-09-18T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:30:49.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>todays question, is 2 parts..&lt;br /&gt;1. What book most influenced your life?&lt;br /&gt;2. What book first got you interested in reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a lot of people would say "the bible" for the first book, after all it is the most read book in history. It has influenced kings and queens right down to the lowest people in society, the people that have lost all hope in life itself. For the more well read person, I'm sure there is a multitude of a self help books, they could name, my self included. " what color is my parachute ?" or "feel the fear!" comes to mind there . Or it could be any number of books, including children's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me however, the first question, is very clear.. It was a book called "the prophet" by Kahlil Gibran. For those who have not read it, it is about a prophet that is traveling threw a small village, and the people there ask for his wisdom on certain subjects. Each question, is a separate chapter. My favorite part is on joy and sorrow. His therory was simple , you can not feel joy unless you have have felt sorrow. I read this when I was 16 or 17? I'm not sure who turned me onto it, or why, but my mom bought me the book for Christmas that year, and yes, I still have it and continue to read it. it is the most read book in my library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for reading, I hated to read growing up. Probably cause I was such a lousy speller. But around 6th grade, our tiny school got a new wing just for the elementary part, it included a gym and a libaray just for us. It was then I learned how helpful a librarian is. After she guided me to the young adult/childrens section, it was there I began to browse the titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a book called "my side of the mountain" omg, that boy ran away from home and lived in the side of a tree. he knew how to fish, smoke food, live off the land completely. heck, he even trained a eagle. I found that adventure just amazing. I had to read more about a life like that. it was then I stumbled on my way so many storys. My parents (just like me) would always let us buy books at school. Between that and the library, well I had lots to choose from. I went on to read and read so many different kinds of things, its impossible to say, everything from trashy romance novel, to an intense murder, to books about different religions. Anyways I credited this book, cus this was about the time I started going to the library on a regular basis, and love'n it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/~gm84/gibtable.html"&gt;read "the prophet"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109552275003924404?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109552275003924404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109552275003924404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109552275003924404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109552275003924404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109551276188303047</id><published>2004-09-18T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T11:19:07.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Statue of Liberty in There</title><content type='html'>Well, was it my last post in there4all, I said, you should always be open in you plans and your heart in there, and see where it leads? I think it was... Our group at CCR are just the best people, I never know what I'll be doing after it.. Last night was no exception.. I got asked if I wanted to see something cool in there I got to summoned to see this.. Isn't it wonderful? Well I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/misc-20040918-015138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/misc-20040918-015138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's statue of Liberty! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it so much, prolly cus the real statue was such a sore point for me.. You know that was one issue between me and my old college roommate that never got resolved. Besides the one about her deciding she liked my boy friend. Hard to believe I could still have such strong feelings, but hardly remember her name. After that weekend, I put lots of distance for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, now that I am older, and hopefully wiser. I think I understand where she was coming from too. She was very competive, and extremely jealous, and he was her friend from her old school. I'm coming to realize just how territorial we women can be. The part I don't get was, if she was a lesbian, why on earth did she care if I dated him? Tom was prolly the best thing that could have happened to me after Ed. He was a truly a gentleman and i do believe he loved me as much as i loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress, a lot.. My one trip to NYC, was with Fran to meet Tom. She was going to share her city with me. At the time I lived in CT. I prolly should have gone myself, but 10 years after college, it seemed like a great plan. There was only 2 things I wanted to see, central park and the statue. I wanted to look up my grandparents name in the registry. I had the number and everything back then. We spent too much at central park I guess, and she was pushing me along, so we wouldn't be late. hehe Tom knew i was always late.. On the subway, I saw the statue of liberty in passing. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved buildings, statues and structures. In There is no exception. We have the most talented people. They are just great and sometimes they just really shine, you know. just as great as meret was for making it, was the person who's plan it was to say, hey lets see if we can get someone to make this. The event tonight will be great. I'm sure.. just crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109551276188303047?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109551276188303047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109551276188303047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109551276188303047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109551276188303047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/statue-of-liberty-in-there.html' title='Statue of Liberty in There'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109525461712669574</id><published>2004-09-15T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T09:31:34.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs and Schools</title><content type='html'>OMGosh yes, bombs and schools, you heard right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here after getting kids to school, reveling in the fact I was all alone, (I had one kid home sick yesterday with a headache). Sitting back, reading on the net, drinking my coffee, when someone bursts in through my garage door, the dog starts barking, so I knew I had to look. I see my son running in the house out of breath, carrying his huge book bag, with his best friend in tow behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wth are you doing home, get to school !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me "the school got a bomb threat. ". he added "I guess high school gets a lot of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of frantic, I don't remember any last year? I was watching the news, nothing, surfing the net, even at the school sites, nothing, called the sound board, nothing , I even called the school and just got the closed message.. So at least I knew it was closed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to worry about the one in middle school... After doing all the same things for him, I did finally get a hold of them, and found out indeed they do have a plan for evacuation. They send everyone to Lutheran trinity church, close to downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hung up now, and I forgot to ask how would I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109525461712669574?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109525461712669574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109525461712669574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109525461712669574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109525461712669574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/bombs-and-schools.html' title='Bombs and Schools'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109508040080443587</id><published>2004-09-13T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T09:00:00.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite poem</title><content type='html'>For the next week or so I'm going to add some of favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;give you an insight to my very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager, I was always artistic.. I enjoyed reading and writing poetry, painting, sketching, sewing barbie doll clothes, listening to music and trying to write my own, and taking photos of structures of all things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below was my absolute favorite Poem as a teenager. And not because of the obvious message to marry early while you can, but more for the message enjoy and live life to the fullest while you are still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time&lt;br /&gt;- by Robert Herrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,&lt;br /&gt;Old time is still a-flying;&lt;br /&gt;And this same flower that smiles today,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,&lt;br /&gt;The higher he's a-getting,&lt;br /&gt;The sooner will his race be run,&lt;br /&gt;And nearer he's to setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That age is best which is the first,&lt;br /&gt;When youth and blood are warmer;&lt;br /&gt;But being spent, the worse and worst&lt;br /&gt;Times still succeed the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then be not coy, but use your time,&lt;br /&gt;And while ye may, go marry;&lt;br /&gt;For having lost but once your prime,&lt;br /&gt;You may forever tarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109508040080443587?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109508040080443587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109508040080443587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109508040080443587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109508040080443587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-favorite-poem.html' title='My Favorite poem'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109483157017503798</id><published>2004-09-10T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:52:50.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/misc-20040621-180956.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/misc-20040621-180956.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the week: the treehouse in madenfield&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109483157017503798?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109483157017503798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109483157017503798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109483157017503798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109483157017503798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture-of-week-treehouse-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109483081633495288</id><published>2004-09-10T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:47:41.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnomes</title><content type='html'>remember these little guys from TSO .. we mech ppl made hundreds of thousands of them, for days at a time. and the gnome building contests LOL wOOt what fun ! .. i was pleased when i found my first one in there.. it made sense, the one of developer was from maxis .. prob made plenty of gnomes himself. that was one thing that bugged me in tso, with the all the ones you made, u couldn't buy one or save it or sit a gnome in your garden. it just stayed on that darn workbench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm told there is 3 in world .. i never really thought about it but indeed i do think thats it... the first one i found was so long ago, i forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;im going to try to post picture with this LOL we shall see, if i ever figure out how to get a picture inside a post and not separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here we go LOL the first one i found was the gnome at the mushroom forest. heck i don't know, was it a quest, that went there ? or a was it carpenter? or did i happen upon it ? who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/maps-20040909-064204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second one i do remember, mystie showed me.. her and majikman had been in world way longer than me.. i mean that day btw.. i think when motu-motu came out, they stayed in like 16 hours or more, running around LOL&lt;br /&gt;not sure why i wasn't there, but back then i was having lots of technical issues with the game, and my computer. later after they had found everything lol, they gave me a tour ... took me to oro lounge, the 3 tall peaks, compass island and the chicken temple.. and she pointed out the gnome in the spotlight..&lt;br /&gt;i found the pit later that day lol but thats another story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/maps-20040909-064429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after nalora told rose where the third one was, i went searching , and 'dohhh after i saw it in the tree, i remembered seeing it already.. i think ubber pointed it out. or maybe i just saw it.. who knows .. rofl me and my fabulous memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/maps-20040909-064714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u have it, just like the little men, i've seen everywhere i never realised it was so special there was only 3 ? or that ppl other than me would like gnomes.. i really never thought there was interest in finding unusal things .. Or should i say remembering where they are? so , inbetween all the other stuff im going back to lookingfor the little men.. well thats what i call 'em, i heard there are only 9 , i have to say i could have sworn there's more.. they are in the oddest places tho.. so i taking pictures and bming them ha anything else odd, i should have noticed and remembered? i do believe ive seen alot .. altho im sure there more to come. ha and don't forget i may not call them the same thing as u :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109483081633495288?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109483081633495288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109483081633495288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109483081633495288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109483081633495288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/gnomes.html' title='Gnomes'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109475902203168970</id><published>2004-09-09T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:43:42.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my question for today....&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there’s a TV screen on your forehead broadcasting your inner thougths at this moment. What would viewers see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omgosh&lt;/span&gt;, well my first thought at this .. if u really knew ud know for sure i was nuts... but what the heck, i might as well be honest, you'll know that sooner or later anyways.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i tend to be a worrier, u see.. so at any given time there's many, many things going threw my mind at once.. when i was posed this questions.. ooh gosh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well.. today my kids decided that they wanted me to pick up the older one, then the younger..  so i envisioning my 11 year old sitting pouting on the curb waiting for me, mad cus i was late...  and my teenager, lost in a sea of kids getting mad i was too early...  and i was thinking about how i hate to ask ppl for donations, but i have no sponsor for the race, so a race without sponsors or prizes. :O and then everyone in there is mad at me...  and i was still wondering where carpenter disappeared too, and is he ok?...   and i would love to try to run the amazing race, but i am afraid to ask anyone to be my partner for it...  plus is it fair to my hubby to be out of commission another time of the week?...  and speaking of hubby, LOL i think he is in a strange mood, like he's waiting for me to be more helpful? ie clean the house.. rofl can u imagine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok so if my mind was a tv, it would be showing a tornado, &lt;/span&gt;and swirling around in it, would be.. my house, my hubby, my angry children looking lost and confused, my dog needing to go out, carpenter LOL, the whole there people confused, or jeff is mad, and at the same time, there i am (my avitar is) running away from it all in there on my pink butterfly bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know with all that said.. my real self feels alot better.. almost like the pictures are fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i worry too much, i know i try to please too many ppl. and i know i forget about me alot. and i also know everything will be ok, in the end thats all that matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but i'll still worry in the meantime, and my mind will be filled with doubt, confusion and concerns. i can't imagine it any otherway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109475902203168970?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109475902203168970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109475902203168970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109475902203168970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109475902203168970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/heres-my-question-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109468590810364691</id><published>2004-09-08T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:25:08.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i'm greatful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lets see,  i'm going to write 10 things here that i'm greatful for! &lt;br /&gt;in no matter of importance tho.. ok ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my husband, for always supporting me, in whatever i decided to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my family, my small little family and my huge extended family, the cousins, aunts, uncles, third cousins, nephews and everyone inbetween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my on-line friends.. all of them, even the ones that break your heart and dissappear. i am thankful for what little or lots of time i had with each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my health, after all, it could always be worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trees, clean air and sunshine .. there something about nature that always gives me a sense of renewal. a strength comes from with in that cannot be mistaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my computer and this internet, without it, none of this is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my favorite body shop and its employees, haha because of their great work, i have a beautiful orange car back, even tho everyone seems to hate orange .. i sure do love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm thankfull my mind still works, even it doesn't remember stuff very well at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the memories i do have.. i still have wonderful sweet memories of my mom, that i can pass to my kids that never had the chance to meet her. ha, along with all her best painting and sketches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;most of all i'm thankful for love, all that i can give and all that i have recieved.. for love is really the reason we are here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i thought about it, i'm sure i could write more, but i'll stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and ooouuu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm thankful for you, reading this :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109468590810364691?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109468590810364691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109468590810364691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109413908339578885?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109413908339578885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109413908339578885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109413908339578885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109413908339578885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/deep-space-from-above.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109413903133844922?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109413903133844922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109413903133844922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109413903133844922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109413903133844922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/ubbers-paz-in-deep-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109413542061169733</id><published>2004-09-02T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:26:22.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>we so far this week in There, i've been mostly driving around trying to get rocks logs and trees to load up. besides working on the race LOL which if anyone knew it took me 90 min to run they kill me :P ok so i re-routed it around the buggy flashing trees. now it takes like 30 min without turbo, so i went from a very long race to a really quick one. ooh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i go check on some on old places as well, see how they changed. all that todo about music in saja.. and the nene's hand old stuff LOL .. but i heard music in tyr today! not just the crystally sound either.. kind of sit on the edge your seat, your on trial, kind of music. u'd think i'd hear in the templar in front of the judge.. but no i heard it in what i like to call the rainbow room. pictures to be shown after ? or before ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i finally got to sit with myth again, first time in awhile. i miss doing stuff with him.. heck i miss hanging out with ppl in general, everyone i know has left.. well anyways we went up to the deep space paz that mr. rush had built. gosh it was fun flying around up there. i found ubber's paz right away. it was beautiful. all those great trees he designed.. lol i sure wish you could build and design a paz that like and sell it as a package, like we used to be able to do. that would sell like hot cakes.. myth said it was a nice manly place, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that said i thought i would go ahead and book some time at carpenters fz. i missed having events and gosh esp building the layouts. so i made a morning coffee hour, i doubt anyone shows up even for free coffee, there is just not that busy in the mornings. but i love the building. lol lets try that wall here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all done .. its a pretty gathering spot,even if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109413542061169733?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109413542061169733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109413542061169733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109413542061169733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109413542061169733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-week.html' title='this week'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109343916150193874</id><published>2004-08-25T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T08:20:55.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There.com</title><content type='html'>Well, there is closed for most of the day today..&lt;br /&gt;and school started today for my boys..&lt;br /&gt;So I'm feeling pretty dog gone lost right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure what i should do? clean perhaps? but that is always my last choice. I hate cleaning. Athough I gotta say I'm real worried about my youngest starting Middle school. This is going to be one of his toughest years. I sware I'm like a little Mother Hen, watching over her young ones.. waiting to see if they fail or succeed. hahaha i wish i was more like a Mother bird, she just pushes them out the nest :P and if they fly great, if not? well i'm not she cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;a href="http://www.there.com"&gt;there &lt;/a&gt;is doing a big up date today, lots of bugs fixes, they say. i am hoping that they adding back in the quest kits and card tables and signs. we just have to see. they aren't suposed to be opening till like 7 pm our time. so i have plenty of time to speculate. I did hear the islands being added.. but who knows???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows maybe i'll go trolling in TSO or i did finally install SWG. ha, i'm Zeena of shadowfire ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get away from here, im just more nervous sitting here. no phone calls yet, tho, from either school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ooouuu i forgot if u really want to see cool writings, check out this site &lt;a href="http://there4all.thereinperson.com/"&gt;http://there4all.thereinperson.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I write there on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about enough for me.. till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** well here i thought it was closed anyways! turns out they delayed it till today . LOLOLOL the jokes on me ! thats what i get for being so addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways they posted it in the there care info not the annoucements and not news on the forums.. go figure, and they wonder why we are confused some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109343916150193874?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109343916150193874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109343916150193874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109343916150193874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109343916150193874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/therecom.html' title='There.com'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109214589914574477</id><published>2004-08-10T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:52:21.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>well this is soo much more complicated than i thought.. hmm i  got &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/index.php"&gt;"hello"&lt;/a&gt; today, and i added a picture for my profile i thought, but...   lololol  it didn't quite work out that way .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how i loved a nice pretty notebook and great pen... im pretty determined to figure some of these things out tho..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up .. ooh about the age of 13? or so, my mom told me writing things down would help me. help me to learn and understand more about myself. also as i discovered, it allows ur self to say things that you'd really never admit in public. not to mention prolly never really mean. writing is a great way to blow off steam.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109214589914574477?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109214589914574477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109214589914574477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109214589914574477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109214589914574477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109214497681456583</id><published>2004-08-10T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:36:16.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/640/emmajean2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma jean in There &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109214497681456583?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109214497681456583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109214497681456583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109214497681456583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109214497681456583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/emma-jean-in-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509184.post-109183028164972315</id><published>2004-08-06T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:20:15.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok i created this, so where do i begin? prolly sounds crazy to most of u .. if u found this and are reading it esp.. since i haven't mentioned it to a soal yet. i created this site gosh a few weeks ago. i read something that said if u created a blog, u would get a gmail account.. rofl i'm so gulible, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really, i started writing not to long ago again, so it seemed to feel right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;introductions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hi 'wave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my real name is rhonda&lt;br /&gt;i am married&lt;br /&gt;live in ohio&lt;br /&gt;have 2 boys&lt;br /&gt;i have a college degree in architectual tech, construction mangt, and structural design, plus i took a couple graduate courses in earthquake design.&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i am now just a wife, mother, sister, friend and homemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my virual life, im emma jean, mostly&lt;br /&gt;i've been emma, anna, annabelle and gina&lt;br /&gt;i like names ending in a. :)&lt;br /&gt;emma is sexy, sassy, and just finding her way&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this will help us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509184-109183028164972315?l=emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109183028164972315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509184&amp;postID=109183028164972315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109183028164972315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509184/posts/default/109183028164972315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmajean_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/beginnings.html' title='beginnings'/><author><name>Emma Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18067186049776153363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/88/1464/320/emmajean2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
