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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IFRnY7cCp7ImA9WxNUGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620</id><updated>2009-11-10T11:51:57.808-06:00</updated><title>Rear Window</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HQn4-cSp7ImA9WxNUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-8527869039045489276</id><published>2009-11-09T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:15:33.059-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T21:15:33.059-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><title>Nasty Headache and Short Answers</title><content type="html">Hello my lovelies...well, tonight I have not much to say. I have a killer headache, and sleep is calling my name. =_= So, I'll leave you with Short Answers, and hopefully I'll be all better tomorrow so that I can come and visit you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this banner, click &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What’s better, butter or cheese?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s more cheesier.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Not cheese ball, but cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate cheese balls.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How are donuts made?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Flour. Mr. Sprinkles. Aaaaand…syrup. Sugar. And white frosting. There.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Sugar…right? And flour. Ok, the flour and mixed to dough, and make the dough round, and put some sugar on it and put it in the oven.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Why do the trees change colors in the fall?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Because it’s more cold, and they dry out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, but why does that make them change colors?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it dries them out and then they start changing colors, that’s why!&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Because…Because I don’t really know about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you have a guess?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh-uh. Except for one…because it’s cold, right?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What do broccoli, carrots, and cucumbers all have in common?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;You mean, what do they all taste like together? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. What do they have in common?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, carrots are similar to…broccoli pretty much. And apples. They’re not sweet like apples, no they are sweet like apples they’re just not…yeah.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;What does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like, how are they similar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar? What does similar mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It means like the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pickles and pickles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No *repeats question*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greens in one…and more greens in one…and more greens and more greens. Broccoli is actually greens, right? Mangos, they put stuff inside what’s sugary.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What’s a tapestry?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;What’s a tapestry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m asking you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have a guess?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh…tap dances. Is that right?&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;What’s a tapestry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m asking you. (again)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way! What is a tapestry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you have a guess?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuh-uh. Is it something you eat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something you get arrested? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something you make? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kind of.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make them? I don’t even know what a tapestry is!&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=9876" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyLogo119.gif" width="119" height="39" 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/7156994851276297620-8527869039045489276?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/f2Y27vr4TNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8527869039045489276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=8527869039045489276&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8527869039045489276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8527869039045489276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/nasty-headache-and-short-answers.html" title="Nasty Headache and Short Answers" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMQXY7fCp7ImA9WxNUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-3310110201586350307</id><published>2009-11-08T23:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:18:00.804-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T01:18:00.804-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encouragement" /><title>Going the Extra Mile</title><content type="html">Last Christmas I discovered a new obsession. It's not that I hadn't thought about the possibility of the endless intrigue and devout experimentation this obsession would possess...no, I had thought about it many times, but thus far I had not had the opportunity to develop that interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new obsession was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Rubik's Cube&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/RubiksCubeSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on solving the cube for hours and hours at a time ever since that morning last Christmas. I haven't read any tutorials on how to solve it, I didn't get it with a manual...I've been flying freestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it would be thrill enough to be able to solve the Rubik's Cube--how awesome it would be to show people that I could solve the infamous puzzle that had stumped so many! I was tempted so many times to settle for the pattern that some fellow geek on YouTube had discovered. I had even googled instructions, and slapped myself right before clicking on a result. The thing is, the longer I focus on finding my own solution, the more I become bonded to the idea...determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this similar to my walk with Christ. When I first accepted Him into my heart, I didn't care about all of the little details--the important thing was that I had a Heavenly Father and Savior! This fact remains true, but as I grow older and stronger in Christ, I want more and more to develop my own beliefs and reasons for believing things. This is one of the reasons that I'm SO thankful for my parents. Who better to help me discover the biblically sound rules, and the ones based in traditions of men? Who better to help me sort through the schizophrenic spasms of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a solution to the problems I share with the world...but I don't want it to be Luigi's solution...I want it to be mine and Christ's. Similar to the relationships between an earthly father and child, I believe my relationship with Him is unique--He has particular things to impart to me; talents, wise sayings to recycle on listening ears, hard lessons, and &lt;i&gt;answers&lt;/i&gt; to the problems that life throws at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rubik's Cube is still in the works, but I'm learning the resolution, one small step at a time. And when it's all over....serenity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Determined&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/DeterminedBWTextureSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;--Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-3310110201586350307?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/o5I19mgCTUQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3310110201586350307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=3310110201586350307&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/3310110201586350307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/3310110201586350307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-christmas-i-discovered-new.html" title="Going the Extra Mile" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HR3Y7fip7ImA9WxNUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-8089272926813741292</id><published>2009-11-05T23:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:10:36.806-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T00:10:36.806-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jared" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>Wait....Your Baby?</title><content type="html">It's been fairly common knowledge for the last several years that I absolutely ADORE Mustangs (like the car...not the animal). When I was 11, I wanted nothing more than a brand new, hot pink, Mustang convertible. A year later, I decided that a nice canary yellow Mustang GT was much more my speed--take note, I still get goosebumps when I hear that lovely engine roar to life from some nearby parking lot. At the ripe age of 13, I decided the vintage 'stangs were my favorites. Specifically, 1967, pink. In case you haven't noticed...I was obsessed with pink for a good majority of my preteen and early teen years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by the time I was 14, I had given up any hopes of ever getting my own Mustang. It's fun to dream, right? But it just wasn't realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm....I was right on one account. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; still don't have a Mustang....&lt;big&gt;but my big bruh does!&lt;/big&gt; &lt;a href="http://truthfultidbits.blogspot.com"&gt;My awesomely amazing grandparents&lt;/a&gt; bought &lt;a href="http://jaredkraft.com"&gt;Jared&lt;/a&gt; a car! How awesome is that!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://absphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/Mustang1SmW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not mine, and I can live with that. The important thing is that I get to drive it. *evil laugh* Ah my minions...my evil plan is unfolding so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://absphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/Mustang2SmW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I've gotten over the idea of my dream Mustang...I've decided to focus on the far more realistic idea of a completely restored '67 Chevy Impala....black of course. Is that too much to ask? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-8089272926813741292?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/Nsht-r89XWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8089272926813741292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=8089272926813741292&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8089272926813741292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8089272926813741292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/waityour-baby.html" title="Wait....Your Baby?" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQHg7fCp7ImA9WxNUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-4140195789035768326</id><published>2009-11-04T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:23:21.604-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T09:23:21.604-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My wise mother" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindred spirits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quirks" /><title>My Momma and I....</title><content type="html">....are having a COMPLETE BLAST figuring out photography! The last few days we've been able to take family pictures for two of our family's friends, and its just been so incredibly fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much I enjoyed photography...but lately, it's been an incredibly enjoyable thing for me. As a matter of fact, I decided to start up a photography page! The link is on the top of this blog, but you can visit it &lt;a href="http://absphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm so excited for you all to drop by and let me know what you think about the pictures I've gotten so far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...do you ever have those strange experiences that just make you laugh your head off, and then they end up being inside jokes for years? Well, I've got one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(...a bunch actually, but that's not important right now.)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;OCTAGON!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mom...I know you're reading this, and I know you're laughing. Everyone else...I know you're all wondering what the heck is so funny about octagons. Well, nothing is funny about octagons, but the other night my mom and I got on a roll with playing weird made up dice games. At one point, we were seeing how many rolls it would take us to get a Yahtzee (5 dice of the same number). At first, we were just counting normally, then that got boring...so we got on the floor and my mom started using different words for each number (e.g. uno, twa, thr, quatro, etc. etc.) So, we were chuckling then, but for some weeeeeird reason, the thing that made us laugh hardest was when she said "octagon". I mean, we weren't just laughing...we were rolling around on the floor, ribs aching, tears flowing, unable to breath, laughing. Why???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????? I honestly couldn't tell you. I think the rest of the family thought we were going insane...but anyways. It's a good memory right? So, I leave you with this epic and incredible video of awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7jpz_55EdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7jpz_55EdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-4140195789035768326?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/lEP5P2x2Zpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4140195789035768326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=4140195789035768326&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/4140195789035768326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/4140195789035768326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-momma-and-i.html" title="My Momma and I...." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcDQXw-fSp7ImA9WxNUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-2702072023115169614</id><published>2009-11-03T00:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:54:30.255-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T08:54:30.255-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adorable" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>The Best Things in Life Aren't Things...</title><content type="html">...but the greatest thing about life is that God &lt;i&gt;even cares&lt;/i&gt; about that! I just can't quit marveling at the idea that Christ knows and cares so much that He even arranges the extra little things for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Su_Vl3uUSrI/AAAAAAAAAww/UgDnsBGIyIw/s1600-h/STAR_TREK_VOYAGER_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Su_Vl3uUSrI/AAAAAAAAAww/UgDnsBGIyIw/s400/STAR_TREK_VOYAGER_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399769324830608050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my Heavenly Daddy did for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me Star Trek Voyager season 2...what's more, at an affordable price. I know so many of you simply cannot relate to that particular topic, but I have to tell you, that pretty much made my weekend. I found it in the middle of the Wal Mart electronics section. For the longest time I just stood there, staring with mouth agape at the DVD pack that held many of my childhood friends and memories. I was literally shaking as I hurried to finish up the rest of the grocery shopping with Mom so I could get home and revitalize my inner trekkie. Oh dear...it felt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I kinda sorta forgot about Short Answers again today. *sideways grin* But I figured instead of canceling altogether, I would just post all of the questions for YOUR kids to answer, and I'll post my brother's answers later on. Sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Good, cuz it's happening. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, click &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you could meet anyone on earth, past or present, who would you choose?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you could be really good at one thing you're not very good at right now, what would it be?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What's the best dream you ever had?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What are the four basic food groups?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What's the difference between a cow and a bull?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Edit: Oh my word....I was SOOOOO tired when I was writing this, I think I made about a million goofs--one being that I forgot to put on the link up! Gosh. Thanks Charlotte for reminding me! Now, you should all remind me not to post at 1:00 am anymore...okie doke? heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=9372" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyLogo119.gif" width="119" height="39" 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/7156994851276297620-2702072023115169614?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/U7AqKuqp9WY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2702072023115169614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=2702072023115169614&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/2702072023115169614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/2702072023115169614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-things-in-life-arent-things.html" title="The Best Things in Life Aren't Things..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Su_Vl3uUSrI/AAAAAAAAAww/UgDnsBGIyIw/s72-c/STAR_TREK_VOYAGER_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAASHw9eSp7ImA9WxNVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-8176539012409437769</id><published>2009-10-30T00:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:39:09.261-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T01:39:09.261-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Giveaway" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>A Fun Giveaway! And Friday is the New Thursday</title><content type="html">Hello my lovely friends. Remember my friend &lt;a href="http://momsbabypooh-fromthehundredacrewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Christina @ Pooh's Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and how&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;she made "100" using 100 candy corns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for me when I reached 100 followers? Well, it seems she has an affinity for candy corn, because she's got a fun idea for a giveaway on her blog, using...you guessed it....CANDY CORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the best part....&lt;a href="http://momsbabypooh-fromthehundredacrewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christina&lt;/a&gt; is giving away &lt;b&gt;3 prizes&lt;/b&gt;, and one of them is being saved for one of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;my personal minions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. How awesome is that!? All you need to do is &lt;a href="http://momsbabypooh-fromthehundredacrewoods.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html"&gt;head over to her blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;tell her you're visiting from my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and guess the number of candy corns in the jar on her latest post. Whichever one of you is closest to the correct number of candy corns wins a prize! Fun stuff, right? &lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Don't forget to tell her that you're visiting from my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://momsbabypooh-fromthehundredacrewoods.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html"&gt;Now go and join in on the fun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I know I'm a little late for this, but it was just too fun and I had to join in. My friend &lt;a href="http://marissa-apeekintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marissa @ A Peek Into My Life&lt;/a&gt; hosts this fun meme called Quirky Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://marissa-apeekintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img vspace="none" hspace="none" alt="A Peek Into My Life" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt270/doglover003/Quirkybutton.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To join in, click on the button above.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week's topic....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your top 6 (or just 6) of your favorite characters from a movie.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know how I love movies. *giant smile* So, here goes! (In no particular order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;(1) Mr. Edward Magorium from "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sup-NxVCveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z6oGRy02-oQ/s1600-h/2007_mr_magoriums_wonder_emporium_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sup-NxVCveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z6oGRy02-oQ/s400/2007_mr_magoriums_wonder_emporium_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398265878401957346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's ever been a more inspiring character in movie history--not to say he hasn't been matched, but he's definitely special. He has this distinguished wisdom about him, but its buried beneath a childlike exterior. Overall, I think Magorium has the perspective on life that I strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Life is an occasion....rise to it"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mr. Edward Magorium&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;(2) George Banks from "Father of the Bride"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqAtX0EhXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/V1usjJvmIX0/s1600-h/fatherofthebride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqAtX0EhXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/V1usjJvmIX0/s400/fatherofthebride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398268620331844978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; characters in any movie that I've seen. Sentimental is probably the best word to describe him. His sarcasm is trademark to the nervous closure of one chapter of life, and progression into the next. Aren't we all like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;(3) Lucius Hunt &amp;amp; Ivy Walker from "The Village"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqB78yfF8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Je7wVMWXZ7k/s1600-h/the-village-das-dorf-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqB78yfF8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Je7wVMWXZ7k/s400/the-village-das-dorf-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398269970287105986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqDvsn6WDI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/GXJkev3kmwk/s1600-h/yellowhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqDvsn6WDI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/GXJkev3kmwk/s400/yellowhood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398271958812612658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's two, but can you seriously separate them? I've got to admit...to those people who find Pride and Prejudice to be the most romantic story of all time--The Village tops the list for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:20px; margin-right:20px; font:normal normal 90% verdana; color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivy Walker:&lt;/i&gt; When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucius Hunt:&lt;/i&gt; Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh* :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;(4) Shrek&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqFgAWHr3I/AAAAAAAAAwY/-AT3_0Wgt0A/s1600-h/shrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqFgAWHr3I/AAAAAAAAAwY/-AT3_0Wgt0A/s400/shrek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398273888252047218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;(5) Roy O'Bannon &amp;amp; Chon Wang from "Shanghai Noon" and "Shanghai Knights"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqGXVAJOmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Sk0Tct2taro/s1600-h/shanghai-noon-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqGXVAJOmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Sk0Tct2taro/s400/shanghai-noon-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398274838689823330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know...I'm just breaking the rules left and right--but it would be a CRIME to split these two up! Jackie and Owen...how much better could you possibly get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;(6) Clark Kent from "Smallville"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqHXxnxOLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Z_oMYKQuIOw/s1600-h/ClarkCommencement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SuqHXxnxOLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Z_oMYKQuIOw/s400/ClarkCommencement.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398275945883842738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a fan of the whole Superman franchise, but then I discovered Smallville. I've got to hand it to the people who made Superman, the alien, into a relatable Kansas farm boy! (P.S. I am aware that this is not a movie...but TV shows officially count.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand there are about 10 googillion more, but there are the 6 that were required of me. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-8176539012409437769?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/tgRFsSYx7uk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8176539012409437769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=8176539012409437769&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8176539012409437769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8176539012409437769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-giveaway-and-friday-is-new-thursday.html" title="A Fun Giveaway! And Friday is the New Thursday" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sup-NxVCveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z6oGRy02-oQ/s72-c/2007_mr_magoriums_wonder_emporium_001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GSXcycCp7ImA9WxNVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-302700042447821593</id><published>2009-10-29T00:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:13:48.998-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T01:13:48.998-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adorable" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harrison" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cherished" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encouragement" /><title>When We Fall Down...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryCryingSm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryLeg2EdgeFadeSm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryLegSm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryLeg3Sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Look to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and His&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;seek His face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;1 Chronicles 16:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-302700042447821593?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/BOERMPgml28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/302700042447821593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=302700042447821593&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/302700042447821593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/302700042447821593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-we-fall-down.html" title="When We Fall Down..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BR30yeCp7ImA9WxNVFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-4721502596912350585</id><published>2009-10-26T23:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:12:36.390-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T01:12:36.390-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Orchestra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Violin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Precious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simple Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coffee" /><title>Short Answers - Unspeakable Joy...</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/InYourPresenceSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chiropractor&lt;/i&gt; - Apparently playing the violin isn't very good for your back/neck. &lt;big&gt;=&lt;/big&gt; 20 planned adjustments. O_O Yeah right...I'll be fixed in 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchestra Rehearsal&lt;/i&gt; - 3 hours of crazy violin work and a little talk of discouragement on my part, and encouragement on my family's part afterwards. &lt;big&gt;=&lt;/big&gt; renewed perspective and some extra motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Church&lt;/i&gt; - A few hours spent worshipping with fellow believers &lt;big&gt;=&lt;/big&gt; A lovely afternoon, even with an evil cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Starbucks, web design projects, etc. etc. etc. Just another few days in the blissful presence of my crazy, beautiful, amazing, wonderful, family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;Further proof of my family's awesomeness...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, click &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Where does popcorn come from?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Corn off of uh…fields? That one’s easy.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um, you mean how do you make it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uh no, I mean where does it come from?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A machine? Right?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you had to decide between eating brownies all day or going to the park all day, what would you choose?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Eating brownies. *grins* See, I like to eat all day…but I don’t like to play all day. It gets boring. Anyway, brownies are delicious.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: The park. I hate brownies. They taste weird with nuts and stuff. And too much chocolate for me. I hate chocolate.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What’s your favorite movie and why?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Huh. Star Wars is my favorite movie because it’s got all the cool sounds and all the flips and cool moves…and the colors. It’s cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But star wars is 6 movies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I like all of them.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Because it’s action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, what is it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hundreds of them. Men In Black…Indiana Jones…and that’s it. And Spiderman and Batman.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What exactly is it that an author does?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Author? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yup.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably plublish his books? Is that right?&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: What is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know…books?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you learn how to read?  So it teaches you how to read? I have an author book what’s red and it’s an owl and it’s a two layer…I can read the whole book.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you could look just like anybody, who would it be?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Anakin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. He just…he’s got a cool face.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you could look just like anybody, who would it be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Bond. That’s all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like his costume, but I don’t like him. And I like his gun.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=8831" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyLogo119.gif" width="119" height="39" 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/7156994851276297620-4721502596912350585?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/ZbvTnsNblWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4721502596912350585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=4721502596912350585&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/4721502596912350585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/4721502596912350585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-answers-unspeakable-joy.html" title="Short Answers - Unspeakable Joy..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IDRng-fCp7ImA9WxNVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-8134842072392566281</id><published>2009-10-23T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:46:17.654-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T08:46:17.654-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iPhone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My wise mother" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harrison" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quirks" /><title>There are a few disadvantages....</title><content type="html">...to having 2 avid bloggers in the same house. You know the saying "Great minds think alike"? Well, think about how much truer that statement is when both of the "great minds" live in the &lt;i&gt;same house&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my post aaaall planned out for last night. You see, I got a really cute video of Harrison with Mom's iPhone...but guess what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught my mother last night posting the SAME THING!!!! Same video, no...she got her own, but the video is of the exact same thing!--that is Harrison quickly and efficiently navigating Mom's iPhone to find the latest preschooler app. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cute as it was, I--like a lovely, respectful, and overall honorable daughter--let my mom have the topic, taking with me the satisfaction that &lt;i&gt;I thought of it first&lt;/i&gt; and that I would get to write this post. So, my wrongs have been rectified...and I'm happy...until the next time it happens (please note, this happens quite often). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut...Oh, I can't help it. Here's the video I got of Harrison, just in case (1) you read my blog, and don't read my mom's (which would give me great satisfaction. heehee. 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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're not hallucinating..you saw correctly--mother WAS sitting right next to me when I was getting that video. And afterwards I even said "Ooh! Great blog material!"...but she still claims it was completely accidental. Oh well...never fear, I'll get her back. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-8134842072392566281?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/o3oFDCR9fdk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8134842072392566281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=8134842072392566281&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8134842072392566281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8134842072392566281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-few-disadvantages.html" title="There are a few disadvantages...." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HRXg4fip7ImA9WxNVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-169147807124780802</id><published>2009-10-21T00:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:33:54.636-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T01:33:54.636-05:00</app:edited><title>Wow...</title><content type="html">So, technically I no longer have 100 followers, I have 105 (yay!)...but look what my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://momsbabypooh-fromthehundredacrewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christina&lt;/a&gt; did for me today in honor of my 100 followers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/100Sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that adorable! And she even said she ate about 100 candy corns in the process of creating it. Heehee. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a problem...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I absolutely LOVE taking pictures, and we do it all the time...but thus far, we haven't had any baby girl subjects. :( I want to take pictures of a little girl really really ridiculously bad! So, I'm blowing out that candles on &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-answers-and-100-followers.html"&gt;that terribly pathetic 100 layer cake&lt;/a&gt;, and wishing for a little girl to grace the lens of my mother's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding...if this goes on much longer, I will beg strangers to let me take pictures of their kids! (I almost did while I was on vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mind you, I'm not complaining about my current subjects--but you can only see so much of this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/agents2Smer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;...before you want some of &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.life123.com/bm.pix/curly-hair-child.s600x600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying boys aren't &lt;i&gt;just as&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; as girls (I don't know what I'd do without my little models!), but there's a balance, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someday people...someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arividerchi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-169147807124780802?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/qch8T_6EUr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/169147807124780802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=169147807124780802&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/169147807124780802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/169147807124780802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html" title="Wow..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DQX49cSp7ImA9WxNVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-3544504080621876253</id><published>2009-10-20T00:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:26:10.069-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T01:26:10.069-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adorable" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Followers" /><title>Short Answers -  And 100 FOLLOWERS!!!</title><content type="html">Yay! So happy! I just checked my blog and I finally hit 100 followers! You guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still brainstorming the plan of action as far as celebration goes...but don't worry yourselves about it...I'll think of something. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm super disappointed...I looked up 100 layer cakes, and this is what I found.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.afaretoremembernwa.com/Images/cake_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.afaretoremembernwa.com/Images/cake_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a cake is that!? I'm looking for some giant crazy awesome cake, and this is what I get?! What is this world coming to?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget to click on the button below and &lt;a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/awards/Aug-09/2621-rear-window"&gt;vote for me in the Love This Site Body and Soul Blog Award&lt;/a&gt;! If I win, I'll do something really really ridiculously nice for you! How's that for bribery? haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="divine_caroline_badge_image"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.divinecaroline.com/awards/badge/2621.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="divine_caroline_badge_text"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/body_and_soul"&gt;Body &amp;amp; Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, go &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To join in, just ask the following 5 questions to the kid(s) in your life. Post their answers on your blog, then come back here and link up so we can read the brilliance of the child's mind!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What is soap made out of?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Milk, plants, cream…I bet? Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Well that’s good. Next.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Soap? Water and soap. I’ve made it a lot of times.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Why does Batman wear a cape if he can't fly?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Fashion. I don’t know. Fashion.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Just that it look cool. That’s what dad told me…and Si.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What's the hardest thing in the world to do?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Hm…carry the…carry a…house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When have you ever carried a house?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well then, how do you know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they’re big and heavy and they have walls and they’re interesting…and they’re kinda big.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Hm…um…building 3000 houses. That’s the hardest thing, right? Well, probably not. Ok, well digging all the way to outer space!&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What’s something you wish you didn’t have to do?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why don’t you want to clean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um, clean. And school. And always have to doing these answer things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Jonas always has ants in his pants!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you had a blog, what would you name it?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Scooter’s Court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was quick. Have you thought about that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, no.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um…Let me think for a second. The Blog Person. Yup.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;HAVE FUN!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=8287" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyLogo119.gif" width="119" height="39" 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/7156994851276297620-3544504080621876253?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/5AKISbb9nOY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3544504080621876253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=3544504080621876253&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/3544504080621876253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/3544504080621876253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-answers-and-100-followers.html" title="Short Answers -  And 100 FOLLOWERS!!!" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFR3g6eip7ImA9WxNWGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-5965637977275917324</id><published>2009-10-18T23:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:31:56.612-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T00:31:56.612-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindred spirits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Party" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Autumn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coffee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quirks" /><title>Harvest of Friends Blog Party - Happy Fall!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://lynnettekraft.blogspot.com/2009/09/announcing-harvest-of-friends-blog.html"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg57/impickles/HarvestofFriendsBannerSm.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who stopped by from the &lt;a href="http://lynnettekraft.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-party-time-harvest-of-friends-blog.html"&gt;Harvest of Friends blog party @ Dancing Barefoot&lt;/a&gt;, welcome to Rear Window! You may or may not like what you find here, but you’re welcome anyways. It’s up to you to decide if that’s a good thing or not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok…now for 20 Questions….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;1. What is your favorite thing to snack on while you’re blogging?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the irony…I actually don’t usually eat when I’m blogging. As a matter of fact, there are some evenings when I want to eat really bad, but I decide that I shouldn’t (for whatever reason), and I blog to keep my mind off of it. Ha! If I am eating though, it’s typically pretzels…they’re uber delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;2. What is one thing you wouldn’t want to live without?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap.….the world would be a very terrible place without soap. No, I’m not necessarily a “clean freak”…I don’t mind getting dirty, but that’s only because I know I can get clean afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;3. Beach, Mountains, or Farm? Where would you live if you had a choice?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/beach.jpg" style="float:right;"&gt;Eeeeasy….beach. No question. The mountains make for terrible car rides, and farms are deeeeeefinitely not my thing. I don’t like stinky animals, hay, mud, cowboys, or overalls…give me SoCal and an iced café Americano please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;4. What’s your least favorite chore/household duty?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel wrong answering this question on my mom’s blog party. :P Anyways, it’s between laundry and dishes…Can’t really say for sure. Actually, I very much dislike cleaning my bedroom too. OOH! But I would rather do any of those than clean the stinky nasty bathroom!!!! KILL THE BATHROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;5. Who do people say you remind them of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White...All. The. Time. Three guesses why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/Suspicious-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;6. Prefer parties and socializing or staying at home with the fam?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I would have quickly chosen parties and socializing, but I’ve kind of changed recently—my ideal evening is probably spent at home or at Starbucks with my awesome family, maybe watching a good flick or just chazillaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;7. What’s your all time favorite movie?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on!!!! That’s not even fair. I’ll name like…10. “Shanghai Noon” and “Shanghai Knights”, “Mr. Bean’s Holiday”, “Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium”, “Ratatouille”, “Win a Date with Tad Hamilton”, “The Holiday”, “Star Trek”, “Big Fish”, “Father of the Bride”….etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;8. Do you sleep in your makeup or remove it like a good girl every night?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff…who removes their makeup? I’m too lazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;9. Do you have a hidden talent or a deep desire to learn something that you’ve never had a chance to learn? What is it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hidden talents here...However, I’ve always wanted to learn Kung Fu. But not just to learn it…I want one of those awesome old guys who owns a restaurant to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;10. What’s one strange thing that you’re really good at?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee…I can moonwalk like nobody’s business. I also have a great talent for using caffeine to my advantage and everyone else’s grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;11. What first attracted you to your spouse?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/scared-monkey.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;12. What is something you love to smell?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishwasher soap!!!!!!! I posted a question on Yahoo Answers once asking if anyone else was addicted to the smell of dishwasher soap…I got told by 3 people that I needed psychiatric help. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;13. Tell something about you that you know irritates people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was 20 questions…That’s not a question, and thus I refuse to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;14. When you have extra money, what’s the first thing you think to do with it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks…and after that, if there’s some left over, I’ll stick it in some envelope to save for a Mac…until I run out of money again…then I pull it out and use it for Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;15. Are you a silent laugher or a loud laugher? What makes you laugh the hardest?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m loud…I’m not always loud…I’m quiet most of the time, but if you’ve got me laughing then I’m really loud. I laugh hard at a lot of things. Really loud noises are hilarious—I don’t know why, they just are…Also, people getting a huge kick out of things that aren’t funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;16. Where is your favorite place to shop?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a snobby shopper…I’ll shop anywhere as long as a Starbucks is close enough to visit during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;17. What’s one thing you’d do more often if you had more time?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://abigailkraft.com" alt="My Artwork"&gt;Drawing&lt;/a&gt;…I miss it, but my life’s gotten so busy, it’s really hard to find time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;18. Are you a big spender or frugal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough money, I’m a big spender. As of right now, I’m frugal….ish. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;19. Who is your favorite character of all time (from a movie or book)? (Can’t be real)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bean! He’s so British and snobby and naïve and amazing. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#9c2d1a"&gt;20. Would you want to be famous?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends…if it means getting to live in Hollywood, having a black 1967 Chevy Impala, and Arnold Schwarzenegger &amp;amp; Jackie Chan knowing my name, then BRING IT ON! If it means random people driving by my house just for the thrill of doing it at all hours, stalkers, paparazzi, etc...then like…no. I like my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still like me now, then you should definitely come back, because I promise you I’m not one of those people who’s all like “Hey, thanks for following my blog!” and then never talks to you again. I like to make friends and keep them. I also have a meme that I host every Tuesday called &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;Short Answers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersSidebar1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a fun link-up where I give 5 questions for you to ask the kids in your lives, and you post them on your blog for everyone to read. You might be surprised at how hilarious and insightful their answers may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you around. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-5965637977275917324?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/g61YotvKO9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5965637977275917324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=5965637977275917324&amp;isPopup=true" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/5965637977275917324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/5965637977275917324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/harvest-of-friends-blog-party-happy.html" title="Harvest of Friends Blog Party - Happy Fall!" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">32</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQ30_cCp7ImA9WxNWF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-1062826992870101005</id><published>2009-10-16T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:08:52.348-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T19:08:52.348-05:00</app:edited><title>Jackie Chan....is the MAN!</title><content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Jackie Chan's favorite number is 32!!!! Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryStickingTongueOutSm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited. Know why? Know why!?!? *spoken as Willy Wonka* Momma's &lt;a href="http://lynnettekraft.blogspot.com/2009/09/announcing-harvest-of-friends-blog.html"&gt;Harvest of Friends Blog Party&lt;/a&gt; starts this Monday! Guess who I met through her last blog party? Only the lovely &lt;a href="http://marissa-apeekintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marissa&lt;/a&gt;, who is now my tweeting/Starbuck's buddy! Yay. ^_^ So, you should definitely grab the button off of my mom's blog so you can join in! It's going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://lynnettekraft.blogspot.com/2009/09/announcing-harvest-of-friends-blog.html"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg57/impickles/HarvestofFriendsBannerSm.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really really schizophrenic right now...I'm kind of wondering if I'm sleeping....don't think I am. Oh my word, I love the sound of the keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I just remembered...I was nominated for a blog award! So, if you get a chance, skip on over there and vote for me! Or not, if you don't want to... :( lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="divine_caroline_badge_image"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.divinecaroline.com/awards/badge/2621.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="divine_caroline_badge_text"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/body_and_soul"&gt;Body &amp;amp; Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-1062826992870101005?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/jCyvwSqUgeI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1062826992870101005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=1062826992870101005&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/1062826992870101005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/1062826992870101005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/jackie-chans-favorite-number-is-32-yay.html" title="Jackie Chan....is the MAN!" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BSXozfyp7ImA9WxNWFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-1893117811848997209</id><published>2009-10-13T01:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:37:38.487-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T01:37:38.487-05:00</app:edited><title>Guess what...</title><content type="html">I am very forgetful these days. I forgot completely about Short Answers! 8| By the time I thought about it, my bros were already sleeping. So, I guess I'll just take one week off. So sorry! I'm really mad at myself for being so lousy. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...more later, but I'm too tired to think of anything to write right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-1893117811848997209?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/OHgTekwZAio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1893117811848997209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=1893117811848997209&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/1893117811848997209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/1893117811848997209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html" title="Guess what..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUDRH44fSp7ImA9WxNXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-4402686451451569390</id><published>2009-10-07T16:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:47:55.035-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T23:47:55.035-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tragedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coffee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>*Facepalm*</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryFacepalmSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so utterly depressed right now! I missed my blog's first birthday! By 3 days! I believe I'm officially a horrifically terrible blogger! GAH! I think I'm going to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've only been...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;...pondering the pure splendor of the day since my first post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...picturing the thousand (give or take a few) comments I would get congratulating my dearest Rear Window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...planning the perfectly enthralling and fantastic birthday post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...almost able to smell the venti triple latte I'd be drinking as I curled up with a pillow and my laptop to spend some quality time with RW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...trying to think of a poem to write that would include each of my lovely followers' names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pouring over special sentiments to declare to the amazing e-dwelling that has given me such special friends...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;This is deeply saddening....&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;=(&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-4402686451451569390?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/uAHlDhKNJyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4402686451451569390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=4402686451451569390&amp;isPopup=true" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/4402686451451569390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/4402686451451569390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/facepalm.html" title="*Facepalm*" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGQHo6cCp7ImA9WxNXGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-3231906294404461656</id><published>2009-10-05T23:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:32:01.418-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T00:32:01.418-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>Short Answers....and I'm Pretty Sure My Parents Rock with a Vengeance</title><content type="html">It's time for Short Answers again, but...first things first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish my dear mother (and bosom friend) a happy "what's-that-number?" birthday! No, I shall not disclose her age, because that would be rude of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again...I was never very tactful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I came this close, but I really don't want to get whacked upside the head tomorrow morning, so I think I'll do my best to remain on her buttered up side for now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bad blogger and didn't post on my daddy's birthday last Friday. So, I'll throw that in too--happy birthday to my perfectly incredible pops! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put up touching pictures of me being awesome with each one of them...but unfortunately all of my uber photogenic pictures of me are on my &lt;i&gt;mom's&lt;/i&gt; computer...so you're going to have to settle for this totally un-adorable photo that I took several months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HubbyWifey6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...I guess I'm a little disappointed in myself right now. Almost every paragraph in this post has started with the unintelligent interrupter "Hm..." the annoyingly overused "Ok..." or the stereotypically discouraged "I". I'm lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...since I obviously have nothing of any consequence to say, I'll leave you with this week's questions and my bros' crazy answers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, go &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How are you planning on staying healthy this winter?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Um…*clicks tongue*….uh…colloidal silver? Breathing colloidal silver. Barley green, sauna…number 4, that’s it.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Going in the sauna…and taking colloidal silver and drinking water.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How do you spell CD?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Uh...C-D?&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: C….no…S….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, C….D….E-E. No, C-D….Y I think?&lt;/jonas&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you found a wallet full of money on your property, what would you do with it?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Spend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What would you spend it on?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, if it were a thousand dollars…’k…3 thousand and 55 trillion! I would spend it on a house, three mustangs, and a farm.&lt;/silas&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: I would put it underground where no one would find it. I would put it deeper so it would be in the Journey to the Center of the Earth.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Why do you sweat when you’re hot?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Um, I don’t know I guess you got water in your body and you have to. I don’t know. Because the flames of your water connect inside your brain and explode out your insects!&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Because….What do you mean? Well, I know why you have to sweat. Because it’s good to sweat because when you eat hot peppers, they’re kind of hot.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you were a superhero, what would your name be?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Give me an hour….Super boy…..Ok, Bob….Bob the Hero. Because I like that name…and I like the name “Hero”…and…and…and I like “and”. And I like more of it. I know I’m going too far.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um…I don’t know. There’s many names that I know, so they’re all cool and I don’t know which one. Actually, I can’t even think of one. Um, what about…Super Jo? Or something?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=7258" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-3231906294404461656?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/_eXwZ8VqLvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3231906294404461656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=3231906294404461656&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/3231906294404461656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/3231906294404461656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-answersand-im-pretty-sure-my.html" title="Short Answers....and I'm Pretty Sure My Parents Rock with a Vengeance" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFSHw8cSp7ImA9WxNXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-9073995367762666568</id><published>2009-10-01T00:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:55:19.279-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-01T01:55:19.279-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harrison" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cherished" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Innocence" /><title>Faith, Trust, and a Little Bit of Pixie Dust!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarrySunwTextureSmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'll teach you to ride on the wind's back, and away we go!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;--Peter Pan&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my little brother's mischievous eyes this morning, one thing kept wiggling it's way deeper and deeper into the coils of my mind--imagination is so important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't seem like a deep or profound thought, but it struck me as extremely true this morning. My parents have always been wonderful about letting our minds run wild until we find our passions. Passion is one thing that I believe everyone needs in order to feel satisfied, but so many, sadly, lack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to Jared's music and I can firmly say: he has found his passion. I read my momma's words and I doubtlessly believe: she has discovered her expressive avenue. How exciting is that!? Don't we all want that kind of perfectly unique and God-inspired identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;--Peter Pan (Spoken by Wendy)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryBlurredwTextureSmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do you believe in fairies? If you believe, clap your hands!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;--Peter Pan&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering "What's up with all the Peter Pan quotes?". Well, as I thought more about this, a specific line of "fairy lore" entered my thoughts--"Every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead." I suppose it's a slightly macabre parallel, but it struck me as interesting. Every child is born with his own aspiration, but the moment he gives up believing in that aspiration, it evaporates into nothingness. Like anything, achieving dreams takes discipline, hard work, and faith--but we often don't take the time to look into the imaginings of our young people. Like anything else, achieving dreams also requires encouragement--and if children aren't getting that, then their passion's light will quickly go out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not yet embarked on the journey of adulthood and been given all the blessed challenges that accompany it. All I can say is I'm so incredibly grateful to have parents who have always encouraged following your calling. When I do reach the adventure of having my own life and family, what will I deem important? Will I take the time to delve deeper into the hearts and minds of my children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so amazingly blessed that my parents find it important to allow me time to do the extra things that I love--playing violin, learning web design...even watching movies with my brother into the wee hours of the morning! They don't have to allow me to do these things, but they see the value of everyday things, and it makes all the difference to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarrySeriousTextureSmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;--Peter Pan&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-9073995367762666568?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/dkrfD4l98L8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9073995367762666568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=9073995367762666568&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/9073995367762666568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/9073995367762666568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/faith-trust-and-little-bit-of-pixie.html" title="Faith, Trust, and a Little Bit of Pixie Dust!" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFR3syfCp7ImA9WxNXEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-8634119933132053385</id><published>2009-09-29T00:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:36:56.594-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T00:36:56.594-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><title>Short Answers etc.</title><content type="html">I'm a baaaaaad blogger. :( I'm sorry guys! I wanted to comment on all of your Short Answers posts last week, but I got SO busy preparing for chair auditions for orchestra. I ended up practicing 13 hours in 5 days--but, I did get the exact chair I was praying for. 11th--which is 5th from the bottom. Anyways, it doesn't sound very good, but I am really happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing too exciting today--just this week's Short Answers and the promise of a more detailed post soon. ;) I hope you all are having a lovely week and that you'll leave a comment so I'll remember to stop by and say hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What is your most cherished memory?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Cherished? What does cherished mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It means like special.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special-est memory would be blowing out my candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it’s my birthday and I’m blowing out candles!&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Cherished memory? You mean things we picture things? Oh no, those are imaginations. Have you ever had imaginations before? I have scary imaginations…like bad guys over there. *points at wall*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, cherished is like special. Like a special memory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. What’s a memory? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A memory is something you remember.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do remember when I was 3 I remember I was riding a bike with…what are they called?...the neighbors that used to live in our cottage. And they used to chase me. That’s what I remember. And I remember going on vacation and I fell. And I remember when Silas was 6 he pushed me and I fell, and my leg bled. *continues telling stories about getting hurt*&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How old is Mom?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Um…39. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not exactly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…49 then.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um…Silas always says 31. Is she 31? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is she? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You tell me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35? Or 36? I KNOW! 22.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Do you like the sun or the snow better?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: I like the snow better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold and you can do more fun stuff. But in the sun, you just lay out there and take a nap. But in the coldness you can make a snowball, and snowball humans…and make them walk with electricity…and everyone’s like “Oh no! Walking snowman!” But yeah…we’ve never finished one all the way through before.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funner. *Runs off to watch the rest of Little Women*&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you could have any super power, what would it be?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Being strong and having the force. Because you could carry stuff for free, and you don’t need a fan.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Smoke, dust, and fire, and lasers coming out of my eyes….and shock coming out of my hands. *imitates shock coming out of hands*&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Where do Norwegians live?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Kansas&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: What does that mean? Where do they live? I don’t know. In Africa? In New York Deli? In….Wisconsin!?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=6726" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-8634119933132053385?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/lq4wEf8nAko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8634119933132053385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=8634119933132053385&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8634119933132053385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/8634119933132053385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-answers-etc.html" title="Short Answers etc." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINSX48eCp7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-603430717465555339</id><published>2009-09-22T00:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:43:18.070-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T09:43:18.070-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Orchestra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Violin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute" /><title>Short Answers and Violin...</title><content type="html">...Yes, I know I've been talking a lot about violin recently, but I suppose that's just what's been on my mind. Thanks so much for all of your prayers! I'm sure they will help me greatly. :) It's strange, because there are some moments when I feel like I would rather do just about anything than have to get through another rehearsal, or performance, or even just practice time...but still, the more I envelope myself in it, the more I realize how much I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you have requested that I put more videos up of me playing the violin--well, I promise you I will sometime soon...but as of right now, I don't have anything down well enough to share. I will though just as soon as I have something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that today is the first day of autumn! I love watching the leaves turn to different colors...I love feeling the air get chillier...I love being able to break out the long sleeves and scarves...*sigh* I love the cool weather so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ok, so I guess I'll break out the Short Answers now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, click &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To join in, just ask the following 5 questions to the kid(s) in your life. Post their answers on your blog, then come back here and link up so we can read the brilliance of the child's mind!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What’s your favorite thing about where you live?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Uh…Um…It’s cozy? And…um…it’s a big property.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: You mean like what city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, that works.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Kansas City…we live here, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, we don’t live in Kansas City. We live in Wichita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah…WICHITA!? I love Wichita! I love all the buildings.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What do trains carry?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. And they carry gas and wheat. Some of them carry human. You know like “Oh, cool…I’m going to Africa! Let’s hop on this train and go to Africa!” Like that country.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like what do they carry in the train cars?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hay? And always some punkins…I have seen them on the olden days. And um…buckets. And lights, horses…ha...not horses. Pigs. Some have pigs, right?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What does a Sherriff do?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Keeps an eye on people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um…well, robbers...kills ‘em. Or…not robbers. Murderers…he can arrest them until their life is over. That’s it…I’m pretty darn sure.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Guides people. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guides people, how?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wars and adventures, right?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Where does the gas station get the gas?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: I don’t think they…I think it gets it from…See, once the gas runs out, they fill it up with gas cans…and they fill it all the way up to the top and they put the lid back on…and they’re done.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: From the ground. Right? See there’s big holes like deep in the ground like tunnels full of gas. And there are cords and if one breaks then all the gas gets out and gets on all the cars and stuff. And it gets full.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you could do whatever you wanted for a whole day, what would you do?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Eat. Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh…yeah. And watch TV…Star Wars TV.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um…do karate and fight. I know how to do karate. I know how to do a full split…I know how to fart! *farts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;edit: Sorry guys!!! I forgot to put the MckLinky up last night...I guess I should have these already prepared before 1:00 in the morning, eh? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=6253" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-603430717465555339?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/HeDZWEpk3oU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/603430717465555339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=603430717465555339&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/603430717465555339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/603430717465555339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-answers-and-violin.html" title="Short Answers and Violin..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBRH0_eCp7ImA9WxNQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-871538473003129061</id><published>2009-09-20T23:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:22:35.340-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-21T00:22:35.340-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Orchestra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simple Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>Missing the Simple Life...Onward and Upward</title><content type="html">I don't know why I felt the need to post right now. I should be sleeping (trying to catch up on my sleeping hours from my crazy insane weekend). On Friday, I went to an incredible concert that featured a couple of my favorite Christian bands, on Saturday morning I had a 3 hour orchestra practice, and on Saturday night I had to usher for the Wichita Symphony for 5 hours. It doesn't seem like that much, but each of these activities is extremely tiring, and one after the other for 2 full days is enough to make you feel sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I got some chill time with Oxley (computer) and Sir Francisco (Rubik's cube). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/111-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I seriously think I stayed in that position for about an hour and a half. It's almost as relaxing as taking a nap!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If y'all think about it...I really could use a lot of prayer with orchestra stuff. I tend to stress over things, and I have a chair audition this next Saturday. I expect to get like last chair...but I would love to get higher. Anyways...that would be fantastic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, and I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-871538473003129061?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/TkhzLCpawYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/871538473003129061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=871538473003129061&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/871538473003129061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/871538473003129061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-simple-lifeonward-and-upward.html" title="Missing the Simple Life...Onward and Upward" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SrcLqMVqvlI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6m225sq3TP8/s72-c/111-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGRXg_eSp7ImA9WxNQEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-8672106230289476042</id><published>2009-09-17T23:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:52:04.641-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-18T00:52:04.641-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Precious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harrison" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cherished" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smile" /><title>Pure and Unscathed Joy..."I Can Hardly Wait!"</title><content type="html">I could barely contain my excitement this morning. Not because of some realization of something I had never known before—no, just a refreshed revelation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;JESUS IS COMING!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world is it that I can put that out of my mind for weeks at a time? My Heavenly Father is going to come someday &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt; and sweep me up to the kingdom of my dreams so I can have pleasure forevermore by His side! HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I may be taken to Heaven through death before the rapture occurs, but the result is exactly the same—eternity with my Best Friend, Father, and Savior! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely even begin to imagine a place as perfect as Heaven. I mean, how could a life be any sweeter than it is when you’re watching your 2 year old brother work a microphone stand while singing High School Musical in his pajamas with coffee stains all over his mouth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:center;" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryMicrophoneSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know—it’s hard for me to imagine—but I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that Heaven is going to be even sweeter than these precious moments with the ones I love most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:center;" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/HarryHairSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can hardly breathe in anticipation..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;The Afters&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; 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Taking time to have a little small talk with the people at the drive-thru window at Starbucks; Giving a little energy to smile at the lady sitting on the bench on the side of the road; Surprising a friend with a beautiful bouquet of daisies to put on her table on a spring day--these things seem little, but these little reflections of our Father's joy and love are what set Christians apart from the rest of the world. We have a contagious spirit--like a bright flame in a dark room. We have a gift and a calling, and it is not only our responsibility, but our joy and privilege to be able to carry that captivating spirit of hope, love, and absolute purpose and spread it to the world around us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/playlist/additem/104037137"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Listen to "Smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;On a plane somewhere again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;I take my place in line just like every other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slide into my window seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was sitting there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One seat over so I said "Hello, how are you today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my smile I could see the hope within her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I knew that something's different today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though everything's the same inside there's something real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A faith which causes me to change. (But what's different now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A spark is gleaming in my eye like diamond stars that fill the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think a smile says it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smile says it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The conversation presses on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As miles pass below, she said I have to let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You seem so different to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a joy inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love of God is all I know from which this could originate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With one smile I could see, the faith we share inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know that something's different today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see what a smile can say about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that words are not always what speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it's not what I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the world around me seems to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Kutless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;It's time for Short Answers again!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To join in, just ask the following 5 questions to the kid(s) in your life. Post their answers on your blog, then come back here and link up so we can read the brilliance of the child's mind!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, go &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Where does electricity come from?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Oceans and electrical pills and…uh…don’t know. LIGHTNING! Because lightning is crazy, so it can make stuff crazy like arms. That’s why we don’t have electricity for arms, because we have muscles. &lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, but like where does it come from?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean like who makes it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, that works.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made it? Um…I know God did.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Where does salt come from?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Well, the ocean. Because sea water…sea SALT. Or probably sand. Crush it up in little pieces and stick it in a little thing…that’s why it’s crunchy.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because people make salt and then crush it and make it real small and put it in stores and stuff. And I definitely know how people make lamps.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How many years have you been alive?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: 8. Pretty obvious.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Um…like a lot of months. Like 2 days…Not 2 days. Like a hundred months. Well, not a hundred. It seems so long…but it’s not. I have been like a baby since I was like…wow. It is long…like 2 weeks. 2 years ago when I was a baby.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How much money does Daddy make?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: More than twice as much as he does at the King of the Blues thing.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: 30 hundred…right? No, 20 hundred I think. Does he get 20 hundred? No, I think it’s 100. No! $34! Wait…is that too much?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What is your favorite kind of car?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: American cars! But I also kind of like old cars…you know, like old Mustang awesome GT stuff. Like Xbox GT, Mustang GT and stuff. Jonas likes Bugs and stuff like that and trash stuff. If there was a car with wings, he would get one.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Oh, a Mustang GT. I’ve been wanting one of those. I want like 3 fancy cars when I grow up. Like THREE. FANCY. CAR…S!&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Edit: I forgot to add whose answers were whose! Oops! Sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=5693" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-5958012494564961875?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/wtayMsM9eqI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5958012494564961875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=5958012494564961875&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/5958012494564961875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/5958012494564961875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-answers-and-one-of-my-favorite.html" title="Short Answers and One of my Favorite Songs" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sq8aXjBJMuI/AAAAAAAAAsY/N1PutIUO8y8/s72-c/Moi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARH8_eSp7ImA9WxNRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-566126813492673371</id><published>2009-09-14T00:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:05:45.141-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T02:05:45.141-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sisters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Precious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cherished" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cecily" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quirks" /><title>Sisters</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/sistersSm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sisters are different flowers from the same garden."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;i&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--Cecily and I have many differences--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; than average, she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; tan...she's already tan at the very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; first touch of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...she loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;....she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; like Momma. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; country music...she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ad♥res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rather die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; than be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in cowgirl boots...she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;get them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...she likes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...she likes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;But...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're so different, we're connected deep inside with the unbreakable bond of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As life goes on, our camaraderie will grow stronger, and as we grow older our differences will be completely irrelevant. With all of our conflicting quirks and chaotic traits, I love Cecily with the most sincere love a sister could have--even if I don't always show it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-566126813492673371?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/LugyvYgoB1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/566126813492673371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=566126813492673371&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/566126813492673371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/566126813492673371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/sisters.html" title="Sisters" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FSHg_cCp7ImA9WxNRGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-6457311133003302363</id><published>2009-09-12T22:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:31:59.648-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T00:31:59.648-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jared" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coffee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quirks" /><title>One of my Famous Random Posts...</title><content type="html">Yesterday (September 12) was Jared's birthday, so I had to give him a shout out real quickly. Happy 19th Jared! It seems like just yesterday you were this ugly punk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sqx_Uu7LUDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2yOLDEy19xc/s1600-h/JaredBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sqx_Uu7LUDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2yOLDEy19xc/s400/JaredBirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380815648971247666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Oops...My bad--that was today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. ;) Love ya bruh!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sqx9rp2MetI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6-5eXVuHofs/s1600-h/Honest_Scrap_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sqx9rp2MetI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6-5eXVuHofs/s200/Honest_Scrap_Award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380813843721910994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an award from my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://withhimalltheway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexis @ Where He Leads Me, I Will Follow&lt;/a&gt;. I don't typically participate in these things, but this one looked like fun. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all know, but here are the rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Say thanks and give a link to the presenter of the award.&lt;br /&gt;2) Share "ten honest things" about myself.&lt;br /&gt;3) Present this award to 7 others whose blogs I find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged me.&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell those 7 people that they've been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines in receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone ready for 10 MORE things about myself?!?! I do this too often....hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;big&gt;1.&lt;/big&gt;For the life of me, I simply CANNOT make a good batch of pancakes! I can make plenty of other things, but pancakes just annoy the heck out of me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote2&gt;&lt;big&gt;2.&lt;/big&gt;When I was a little girl, I saw an episode of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098900/"&gt;Tales from Avonlea&lt;/a&gt; where one of the main characters, Sarah, decides that she needs to live her own life and goes off to see the world by herself. The next day I plotted how I was going to run away and make the neighbors take me to Disneyland. Of course I didn't want to run away--I just found the idea of getting on a train and going to the place I've always dreamt of quite romantic. lol. Kids are so weird. :P&lt;/blockquote2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;big&gt;3.&lt;/big&gt;I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. Probably because I watched "Baby Mama" right before I hit the hay. lol.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote2&gt;&lt;big&gt;4.&lt;/big&gt;I'm very motivated when I want to be, but unfortunately it's almost always hidden behind a grumbling exterior--I'm workin' on that. ;)&lt;/blockquote2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;big&gt;5.&lt;/big&gt;The first roller coaster I ever went on was when I was around 4 or 5 years old (I think) at a tiny little amusement park called Joy Land (I know, it sounds kinda sinister, doesn't it?!). Anyway, I ended up hating it so much that I got off screaming that I would never go on it again. Looking back, I think that was pretty typical for a little girl, but I remember how embarrassed I was after being so dramatic in public. haha.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote2&gt;&lt;big&gt;6.&lt;/big&gt;Every night for the last year, Jared and I have said goodnight the same way--it's like a secret handshake, only it's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096657/"&gt;Mr. Bean&lt;/a&gt; style.&lt;/blockquote2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;big&gt;7.&lt;/big&gt;I have this new thing for purple--not just any purple, but if it's the "right" purple I really like it. Ironic, because for all of my life up until this year, I would have told you purple was definitely my least favorite color. Funny how that works. Also, yellow--Yellow used to remind me of those crazy Nickelodeon TV shows. (Don't ask why. I don't really know.) However, now I really like it; it's a happy color. Happy colors are good.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote2&gt;&lt;big&gt;8.&lt;/big&gt;I now have 4 grey hairs--looks like I'm taking after my daddy. :P&lt;/blockquote2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;big&gt;9.&lt;/big&gt;I've always had a pretty good imagination. I used to pray every night that my American Girl doll, Josefina, would become a real person. I also pretended the Pevensie children (from the Narnia books) lived in my Dad's wardrobe and would sit in there and pretend to be having a sleepover with Susan and Lucy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote2&gt;&lt;big&gt;10.&lt;/big&gt;I drink Starbucks. (...and y'all are like...DUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/blockquote2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;I would like to give this award to...&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobody416.wordpress.com"&gt;Olivia @ Nobody416&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingforhim2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren Anne @ Beside Quiet Waters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://momsbabypooh-fromthehundredacrewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christina @ Pooh's Corner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlegirlsofmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristin @ These Little Girls of Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marissa-apeekintomylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marissa @ A Peek Into My Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glorifyhimwitheverybreath.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily @ Glorify Him with Every Breath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lollipopandpearls.blogspot.com"&gt;"Lolli" @ Lollipop and Pearls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Later peeps!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-6457311133003302363?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/D1lElX5cmek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6457311133003302363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=6457311133003302363&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/6457311133003302363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/6457311133003302363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-my-famous-random-posts.html" title="One of my Famous Random Posts..." /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/Sqx_Uu7LUDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2yOLDEy19xc/s72-c/JaredBirthday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DRX8yeyp7ImA9WxNRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156994851276297620.post-7724469066225631728</id><published>2009-09-07T23:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:14:34.193-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-08T00:14:34.193-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Water Slide" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Answers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Siblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation" /><title>Short Answers - I'm home!</title><content type="html">Heyyyyyyyyaaaaa guys! I'm back from vacation, and it was absolutely INCREDIBLE! Granted, I failed in the relaxation department--but I'm not very good at relaxing when there's fun to be had. ^_^ I did take a couple of monster naps, and had a few 4 hour excursions in front of the television, but for the most part we kept really busy. Thanks to all of you who kept up with my twitter! It was so great to be able to hear from you all throughout the days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jared and I enjoyed the sunset almost every night at the resort with a walk around the lake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXeTWFeWoI/AAAAAAAAArg/F7UKuGZ9UHg/s1600-h/iPhone+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXeTWFeWoI/AAAAAAAAArg/F7UKuGZ9UHg/s400/iPhone+040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378949753891347074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Buuuuut...the next day I was always spastic and ready to ride the coasters as many times as possible!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXfOA16W8I/AAAAAAAAAro/XgxWQVcgsC8/s1600-h/iPhone+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXfOA16W8I/AAAAAAAAAro/XgxWQVcgsC8/s400/iPhone+041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378950761801210818"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is one of my favorites, Wildfire. So awesome!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXfj4M1VgI/AAAAAAAAArw/z74xeV0Ns3M/s1600-h/iPhone+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXfj4M1VgI/AAAAAAAAArw/z74xeV0Ns3M/s400/iPhone+052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378951137438553602"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I'm kind of a crazy head when it comes to coasters, I must admit a weakness...I have always been scared to death of water slides. I can swim fairly well, and I'm not afraid of that, but the idea of plunging myself down a slide with no way to stop myself and being unable to breathe when I hit the bottom has always been a great fear for me. Jared's always been the opposite way...he absolutely LOVES water slides; so much in fact, that he said going down the slide was the highlight of his vacation. lol! Well, it was about 60 degrees on this evening (and every evening we were there) so we were kind of crazy to be out at the pool anyways, but wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, he got me to go down the water slide! haha. 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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, I actually ended up doing it twice, because it wasn't so bad after all. But you heard Jared...I did it for you! lol. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This one's random...but I just thought you should see how epically cute my bros are. ^_^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXi_ythwsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/zdJ-KwiXe6A/s1600-h/iPhone+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXi_ythwsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/zdJ-KwiXe6A/s400/iPhone+038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378954915536290498"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? All of these photos and the video were taken with my iPhone...*sigh* I loveth it to death-eth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...it was an insanely amazing time, but I was SO glad to get home! I think my favorite thing about vacation is stepping into my home after it's all over--it drastically improves my perspective of normal life. I'm starting to get a little annoyed now though, because I have to start school tomorrow. :/ That means I have to write up a schedule for myself, I have to wake up earlier than usual, and unfortunately I've gotta dust off the old brain. Oh wells...give me a week, and I'll be settled in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;Ok, now for Short Answers!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To join in, just ask the following 5 questions to the kid(s) in your life. Post their answers on your blog, then come back here and link up so we can read the brilliance of the child's mind!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absartblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/ShortAnswersPost1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;To grab this post banner, go &lt;a href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-answers-this-is-going-to-be-so.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: About like…3 feet tall? Well, let me check *measures with hands* About 3 ½.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 6. How tall are you?&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What are mom and dad doing when they pay bills?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Well, when we ask them something they don’t answer. *laughs* It’s true! And they work. That’s what they do.&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, what do you think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get money? Right? Do they?&lt;/jonas&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;What’s the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever been to?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: I have a lot of them…but the one that has the most yummiest food is Pizza Hut. They have dessert…they cook it fast. They have pizza and salad. Anything you want except for burgers and tacos!&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: The McDonalds at Silver Dollar City. That’s where we got burgers for lunch.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Do you think you look more like Mom or Dad?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Well, I think I look like Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have her nose, and that’s it. And the rest belongs to you. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He was quoting Indiana Jonas. lol.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: I look like mom and dad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I do think I look like some guy with short hair and a different face.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;silas&gt;Silas: Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I laugh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it all the time! And Mr. Incredible’s name is Bob…he’s awesome. And that guy can lift a whole train. Like weights!&lt;/silas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jonas&gt;Jonas: Henry Jonas Jr.. I LOVE THAT NAME!!! When I grow up.&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=5158" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156994851276297620-7724469066225631728?l=absartblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomRamblingsOfATeenageArtist/~4/bBNE55z64Ic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=261e089eb023edfd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7724469066225631728/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156994851276297620&amp;postID=7724469066225631728&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/7724469066225631728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156994851276297620/posts/default/7724469066225631728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absartblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-answers-im-home.html" title="Short Answers - I'm home!" /><author><name>Abigail Kraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02616072545498555857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15504385347498881493" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kvMcx0pCdMo/SqXeTWFeWoI/AAAAAAAAArg/F7UKuGZ9UHg/s72-c/iPhone+040.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry></feed>
