<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566</id><updated>2024-10-24T11:36:25.868-07:00</updated><category term="rants"/><category term="Animal Lover :-)"/><category term="school"/><category term="weird happenings"/><category term="family"/><category term="friends"/><category term="My Life Is A Comedy"/><category term="Dreams"/><category term="random"/><title type='text'>Rants and what Naugthiness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-4967313036188763522</id><published>2011-01-06T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:11:09.620-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Life Is A Comedy"/><title type='text'>Pet Store? Yes as in fish, P-E-T</title><content type='html'>Alrighty so Nicole (one of my 3 bestest besties) and I were in Chico which is a good 2 hour drive from where we live. Chico is an awesome college town you know of Chico State University, number one party college in the state followed really closely by Humboldt of course. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we wanted to find a pet story in Chico cause we&#39;d gone to all the ones where we lived and didn&#39;t find any plants for her aquarium that we liked. So after we had breakfast at the Italian Cottage we walked back in and asked the guy behind the counter were there was a pet shop besides PetCo and PetSmart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had us repeat the word pet a million times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginger: &quot;Pets as in animals, mostly fish. P-E-T&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter: &quot;Pets? Okay well go down this street and turn left and you&#39;ll see Cigaret World, they sell tobacco but they have that in the back too.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginger: &quot;They have pet stuff?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter: &quot;Yeah or stop by Block Buster and see if there&#39;s a bald guy working there, he&#39;s really into all that.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginger:&quot;Okay thanks.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we drive to the Cigaret World and in the back they do not have P-E-T stuff they have P-O-T stuff. I mean we do live in California and lets face the facts it&#39;s totally legal here. &quot;Doc I have back pains&quot;, &quot;Alright here&#39;s a script&quot;. But what&#39;s sad is that Nicole and I totally walked in to a canabis store and didn&#39;t realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We explained to the lady who was working there that we got sent there probably out of a joke but some pot head and we wanted to find a pet shop. She actually sent us to a lovely pet shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed pretty hard on the way to the pet shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep my life is a comedy, blah blah your Ginger. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/4967313036188763522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pet-store-yes-as-in-fish-p-e-t.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4967313036188763522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4967313036188763522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pet-store-yes-as-in-fish-p-e-t.html' title='Pet Store? Yes as in fish, P-E-T'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-147940542238501258</id><published>2011-01-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:11:47.293-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Life Is A Comedy"/><title type='text'>My life is a comedy</title><content type='html'>I think I may make a new category for My Life Is A  Comedy cause things happen that don&#39;t quiet fit under weird happenings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one of my best friends in the whole wide world is in the Navy, pretty neat isn&#39;t it? Well she had two weeks off for Christmas and I basically lived with her for this duration of time. Only going home for my little brother&#39;s birthday, Christmas, and my birthday (woot I&#39;m 20 now!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way on the 26th she and I were heading to the movies and I was driving. I made it very clear that I needed to stop for gas saying, &quot;Nicole we need to stop for gas don&#39;t let me forget.&quot; Problem with this plan? We started talking and talking and giggling etc. I mean what do best friends do once they&#39;ve been separated for four months? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We forgot thats what we do! So I pull over and just about a quarter mile is the next gas station (up hill).  It wasn&#39;t raining but Nicole grabbed my umbrella and I was grabbing my rain coat cause it was raining all day and had JUST stopped.  When a police car pulled up behind my car and asked if us ladies were okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He offered us a ride to the gas station... when we went to get in the back of the police car it was so full of stuff I had to ride in the front with him. (I know right I would have laughed but ... I didn&#39;t). He said he could give us a ride there but not back cause he&#39;s not allowed to transport fuel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we get there and I had to buy one of those red gas things and fill it up. We left the umbrella and our rain jackets in my car (no idea why! we had them in our hands!), and it started poring big fat rain drops. She was wearing this light green sweater, and I was wearing this pathetic excuse for a sweater cause her mom got it for me. It didn&#39;t even have a hood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So we ran down the hill in the rain, Nicole caring the gas, all the way to my car. Where we tried to pore gas into my car, but those new red gas tanks are total crap. It had this white tube that came out the top, well it ended up in my gas tank (it&#39;s all good no worries). On top of that it didn&#39;t want to pore, but I found a blue funnel in my trunk and we just took off the lid and free pored it. Which wasn&#39;t easy we spilled a lot, gas kinda burns I didn&#39;t know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Oh raining the whole time, and Nicole sailer that she is cussed in the general direction of the sky and it stared thundering (we laughed).  But we found out the movie we were going to go see got sold out any way, we wanted to see True Grit. We saw Black Swan, worst movie I&#39;ve seen in a very long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Any way we found the whole thing really funny and to quote my best friend, &quot;Emily, only with you would this be so much fun.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I forgot what I usually say at the end.... blah blah your Ginger &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/147940542238501258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-comedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/147940542238501258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/147940542238501258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-comedy.html' title='My life is a comedy'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-7014152074863680240</id><published>2010-11-12T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:06:51.398-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams"/><title type='text'>Some Very Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m not one of those people who dream every night or even every week. It&#39;s generally a couple cool ones a month. And my dreams are very vivid I remember all that happens people are super clear and generally so abstract it&#39;s ridiculous. But it&#39;s kinda weird that I&#39;ve had 4 dreams in a row this past week and I think they are funny so I&#39;m going to share them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream number one: This dream Started out with a friend (Ryne) of mine and I going to Canada! It was pretty cool mostly the car ride happened with lots of singing to the radio. Also at some point I shook him and demanded if we needed passports and we aren&#39;t 25 and can&#39;t rent a car and he just looked at me with out any facial expression and didn&#39;t speak either. When we got to Canada we visited another friend of ours (Jeremiah) and well I don&#39;t know what happened but It&#39;s like we turned around and were in an amusement park! This was a giant amusement park and we had my 4 year old nephew with us and he was giggling like no one&#39;s business. And at some point another friend (Travis) walked past us but he was huge like 20 feet tall and he was pushing a giant shopping cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know very weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream number two: Okay so this dream was also a weird one. I was in band in high school and all of us from band are still friends for the most part and we have regular get togethers. Well we were having one of our gatherings when everyone told me I should date one of them (Kellan) he isn&#39;t single I&#39;m not single and we have never felt that way toward each other ever. My boyfriend was totally wanting me to date him and so was his girl friend every weird. Well I didn&#39;t want to but some how they got me to sign a contract making me date him. In this contract I had to go on so many dates and stuff like that before I could break it off. The next think I know he is &quot;walking&quot; me home but some how he was 10 feet tall and I was even shorter then my 5 feet 3 inches and he was more of dragging me and I was having a 5 year old tantrum. ... and then my friend&#39;s cat woke me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream three: So this dream was just a little odd. You know those glasses that have the little wings on them (okay like the pic below) well my regular glasses broke and my friend Sean (not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;my bf) gave me some glasses that had a wing type thing on one side and regular on the other and they were dark blue and they sparkled. And so Sean, Nicole, and I went all around like to our high school and the college I go to. And that&#39;s pretty much my whole dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlCghesOh3Bqi4dPW-8TN82_5eVbM-K9ewVAI1fvrTXZD3JItJDpiz6C7kFpj8aUx_1GSSKj8NewukQsuFvariPAdgea_2pIf-f4q4rN53Z0JYcqxES7cqtA28iqklFT_KO9NXE_Z9_o/s200/50_glasses_set.JPG&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538727561038350594&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream four: So I like to call this dream the &quot;Best Boy friend Ever dream&quot; but I don&#39;t know why he was cheating on me in it and got me the weirdest gift ever. So it starts out that I am my boy friend only I look like me, and everyone is calling me Sean and acting like I&#39;m him. Well then I find out the Me-Sean is dating some girl but I don&#39;t like her and she is obsessed with me, so I dumped her. She acted like her life was over and then tried to kill me and someone saved me. So then I go back to being the Me-Me and my boyfriend gets me 4 different types of purple nail polishes for my birthday. Which is weird my birthday isn&#39;t till the end of next month. So then I find out I have a girl friend but I&#39;m not a lesbian (I&#39;m totally not sexist this is just what happened in my dream) and so I say &quot;I&#39;m sorry but I just don&#39;t dig the girly types.&quot; and she asked why not and I said, &quot;Honestly? I have no idea girls are so much better think about a naked girl and a naked dude we are much less weird looking... but sadly I totally dig the dudes.&quot; Then she preceded to act like her life was over for me dumping her and tried to kill me, I got away. Then the world floods and I save a older hot neighbor and his cute 5 year old daughter (i don&#39;t have a cute older neighbor with 5 year old daughter in real life) from my evil sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those were my dreams last week lol Your Ginger.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/7014152074863680240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-very-weird-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7014152074863680240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7014152074863680240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-very-weird-dreams.html' title='Some Very Weird Dreams'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlCghesOh3Bqi4dPW-8TN82_5eVbM-K9ewVAI1fvrTXZD3JItJDpiz6C7kFpj8aUx_1GSSKj8NewukQsuFvariPAdgea_2pIf-f4q4rN53Z0JYcqxES7cqtA28iqklFT_KO9NXE_Z9_o/s72-c/50_glasses_set.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-3566511853861083698</id><published>2010-11-04T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:46:55.335-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Lover :-)"/><title type='text'>Science Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;My turtle tank has turned into a science experiment. A very very cute one! It started out with just Speedy Gonzales and Shelley but it just bloomed from  bloomed. (or got out of hand depending if you ask me or my dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Shelley is no longer shy she is quite photogenic! Take out the camera and Speedy hides but Shelley is all Ow Aw! I&#39;ve been trying to catch them doing what I call the Superman pose! they get up on the beach and lay under the heat lamp with their back legs straight out not touching the ground. But they hid when I get near with the camera. (but take my word for it... SO FREAKIN CUTE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(i found this on google my turtles stick out both legs though... much cuter) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBHfnTD636bz1ps7s3Rz0x-535zxC6c7v5tLibT3n7fxqvby_esjeQCH_pCqi19umMT-3ZP7qCZmiDSoWPtMegcUVDe8eoAe-HXczuyXb9j-zON5GqliO4YpuXqZJXBDYgQ6szJGcNfk/s200/turtleyogagx6.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535941430933724498&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(here is another good one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhQWm-3O8m3FhqFmNP5r6s0RpihD0ns6B54mA2Q1VvHdxKT4HCzgmd3_6ZapRXrthu_DcewpUATSiarkXX4DHJHsn4EF0hrDVT43z4uEh06fYS6nZOVfuhgD6Gc_qOnzWYGmEV2nWEHM/s200/turtle_superman.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 121px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535941986309345394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to the science experiment. So my dad bought some feeder fish for them to eat, but they have turned out to not be little blood thirst turtles.... yet. And so these feeder fish that have turned out to be guppies are now reproducing! I have a bout twenty baby guppies in my turtle tank! SO FREAKIN CUTE!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a day before they arrived I got a big snail and a baby plecostomus to keep down on the green algae build up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are all one big happy family in my turtle tank :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(pics of my turtles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfCcphUDL8r_LrVfWun6T3HTsnb5znvUO3l-M_agFz8y2ufj2QR0IT3AC_V25kbTDz1IoYi8c_GReelHpZXaWUXKvJr3HJNTg35G4BjbZkWUcBCLYimBMwrnQjlYS0_xe20Smydj053U/s200/turtles+lslsls.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536168847291553010&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/3566511853861083698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/11/science-experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/3566511853861083698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/3566511853861083698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/11/science-experiment.html' title='Science Experiment'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBHfnTD636bz1ps7s3Rz0x-535zxC6c7v5tLibT3n7fxqvby_esjeQCH_pCqi19umMT-3ZP7qCZmiDSoWPtMegcUVDe8eoAe-HXczuyXb9j-zON5GqliO4YpuXqZJXBDYgQ6szJGcNfk/s72-c/turtleyogagx6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-4590373014162287957</id><published>2010-11-01T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:51:37.614-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Well Hello There!</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been lazy, my lack of posts is a reflection of this. But hey the first steps to recovery is admitting you have a problem right? Or I could just make excuses like I&#39;ve ditched you guys to spend more time with the boyfriend dude, homework, Halloween, and the like. Yet we both know you guys are more important! (I hope you see this dripping... more like seeping? with sarcasm)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope all of you guys have hear of Rocky Horror Picture Show! Tim Curry&#39;s sexiest roll ever! I want to marry him (only the him in the movie)! Gah! Young Tim Curry prancing around in a corset and fishnets! Ooooerrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the Time Warp! It&#39;s the easiest fucking dance ever and really really fun (might just be the atmosphere). Oh and the hot elbow sex....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here&#39;s the deal. You get as slutty as you can ( you will be out slutted when you get there. No matter how slutty you look there is someone more slutty there then you). Get your hair as big and awesome as you can. Make up so thick you just look down right trashy. Fishnets and insanely high heels are a must have. And take your self to Rocky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After wards hang out with the sexy cast at Denny&#39;s for breakfast and crawl into bed around 4am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep I had a good time Saturday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I&#39;ve had an amazing weekend, hope all of you had an epic weekend as well.... Your Ginger!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/4590373014162287957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-hello-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4590373014162287957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4590373014162287957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-hello-there.html' title='Well Hello There!'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-7207605414818057206</id><published>2010-10-15T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:53:57.159-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><title type='text'>Thank you Victoria Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;     Yes I have bought many lovely things from you Victoria, and well I love them. I but what I&#39;m currently thanking you for now is for your catalog. Now I know what that sweater will look like with nothing but panties. I mean that&#39;s what sold it for me, can&#39;t buy a sweater unless I know what it looks like with just panties under it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNlM-RsvFwEKI2WGXNZWUJrZd6HesueE-kL-4VdxbRzeGxqTac6XDfDFhaThAyyfyU_aVqfZAokxvGlnF7FeNIA_ZF99ZlaE5ZiDK0Gnm3bhTWvEc4bGx4_MASJrQK5ZAK4jyHPJ_Ink/s200/V303814.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528496431664025970&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Thank you Victoria I&#39;m going to go around squatting in a sweater and boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmN0OBOCaW_N1AOZkB0XSXGPRo7qdXhIZhQbiVit92syrVPRZOg-rYcRtUxw-3_NjbC0IY9WDZyIXlpEEduJCc6LNx2GwELJdkZCLIvDh6ou02mZiyQq-xItYfX6oPk3oM2JsIEMpW8jA/s200/V304278.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528496318974522178&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Freakin Yes! Now this is my go to look, when in doubt wear a bra and sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_mb6BUJsnq_kidBw5883AK1QVcxlbGdvM_7vQITEZeUYe_u5HnP9e51zShrrkCYlGclyxBy5v5xALVix_IhcnPaisZgD2uAD4fvHNQiLBpKVvg3yfnZxMBZ_-w4L0jk-3OANXIfy7ts/s200/V305798.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528496228056675602&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See now this is what I&#39;d do cause my legs are so blindingly bright I&#39;m afraid to hurt other&#39;s eyes. So yes give me those see throw leggings and my ugly sweater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNXONjnbx0X-QMC0XEJScbP62vP6S_1GAW9OoqlaEMlbwUjQMqUFCUaWKHLKNDuWCv7Y0x4HYyWKfLbVS_hbynPrY-6p8AjTpgxul-O3h9LFy68uBIUryzUA4U6QA4UhgRWEr5TemljI/s200/V305551_55R.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528496137511770002&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Oh baby bite your finger at me! I&#39;m suddenly inspired to pay too much on a sweater now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;     I still like their stuff, dig their panties and bras, but they love to target men or something. This doesn&#39;t make me not want to own every single think in their store (i kid you not). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Your Victoria clad Ginger.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/7207605414818057206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-victoria-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7207605414818057206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7207605414818057206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-victoria-secret.html' title='Thank you Victoria Secret'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNlM-RsvFwEKI2WGXNZWUJrZd6HesueE-kL-4VdxbRzeGxqTac6XDfDFhaThAyyfyU_aVqfZAokxvGlnF7FeNIA_ZF99ZlaE5ZiDK0Gnm3bhTWvEc4bGx4_MASJrQK5ZAK4jyHPJ_Ink/s72-c/V303814.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-1150823427040414932</id><published>2010-10-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:27:42.525-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Contemplating Murder It&#39;s No Biggie</title><content type='html'>I want to kill my Spanish partner, like really bad. These are just the few emotions I felt for her today: duck tape her mouth, smash her phone to tinny bits, and rip a thing of papers out of her hands and tear it up (possibly burn it). I never knew this girl before the start of this semester and she has decided to sit next to me every flippin day this semester and there for become my partner every day. And she has also decided to try and make me into a friend, ugh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     She has been dating her boy friend all of possibly 2 weeks. Thats serious shit right (in case you answered wrong, it&#39;s not... like at all)? But I have to hear all about this guy, how he&#39;s a godly man (no one at our age is a man let alone a godly one), how he wears glasses even thought her last 2 boy friends haven&#39;t (and yes now I&#39;ve heard about them too), and how she is going to Thanksgiving with his family. I have also been told everything about his family now, they don&#39;t show emotions (how would you know you&#39;ve never met them you raving lunatic [she&#39;s the lunatic not me, well at the moment]). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     To make them like her they are going to make a video and she&#39;s going to say hi to them and he&#39;ll text it to them. Why, aren&#39;t they going to meat you eventually any way? Oh lets not for get she is going to say hi and stuff in Spanish, she sucks at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Oh I&#39;ll go into why she sucks at Spanish. When we do activities she sits there and texts her el novio (boy friend) instead of practicing with me. So then I sit there staring at the board coming up with ways to kill her. Then a paper is passed around with the times for tutoring and she stares at it for 20 minutes! It&#39;s a schedule made with squares, and 2 boxes filled with the time. How can you stare at that for 20 minutes. So yes when the teacher asked if we&#39;d finished I said no my partner seems to be busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;Su Jengibre puede ir a la carcel por asesinto, seria triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/1150823427040414932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/contemplating-murder-its-no-biggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/1150823427040414932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/1150823427040414932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/contemplating-murder-its-no-biggie.html' title='Contemplating Murder It&#39;s No Biggie'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-3502595428621474796</id><published>2010-10-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:29:05.919-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Lover :-)"/><title type='text'>Kitty Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02rMWt2OM5v8k7mYMs_FK-7jQd2_r3NZOaqVqbC_3-glxGqAAYrZSnfiSNW0jEyUarz5WOlAyHDK-EqEzFI6hlnvTOtpTjaXiQQWMnmDbgNmtNwj-aOeTGTDzQmvQsuclK-CBSCWSZVk/s1600/bernice.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02rMWt2OM5v8k7mYMs_FK-7jQd2_r3NZOaqVqbC_3-glxGqAAYrZSnfiSNW0jEyUarz5WOlAyHDK-EqEzFI6hlnvTOtpTjaXiQQWMnmDbgNmtNwj-aOeTGTDzQmvQsuclK-CBSCWSZVk/s320/bernice.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527397318859732098&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a large cat, and not because she&#39;s fat just tall, long, thick even. And very very white, with no color of any kind. I&#39;ve had her sense she was 6 weeks old, I got her from one of my best friends when I was in 5th grad (now currently in second year of college). Her name is Chiquita, nina chiquita is little girl in Spanish. And when we got her I was having problems coming up with a name and my dad said well bob (our other cat) is going to like the little chiquita and that became her name. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When she was 7 weeks old when I let her out of the house for the very first time and she brought me back a live blue jay (yes the bird). It was flapping like mad, and my mom was even more mad screaming at her and what naught. We saved the bird and let it out side and we decided Chiquita could handle out doors just fine and she became an indoor out door cat. The problem was the safety to the wild life went down consider ably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day my mom complained to me that my cat (and she stressed that she was &lt;b&gt;my &lt;/b&gt;cat) was staring at the humming birds at the feeder to much. I laughed and said there was no way she would get one. I was very very wrong at that moment one flew by her face and she whipped her paw out and snagged it! Not only were we surprised she was so surprised she fell off the porch rail but didn&#39;t drop the humming bird! My mother yelled at her and she ran off with the bird and ate it or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My mother didn&#39;t like my cat it turned out and threated to kill it and other such things. Me and my dad reasoned that it was her instincts and there was no way in hell I was finding my cat a new home. Who would sleep on my bed with me? (she still does)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Through the years we&#39;d find dead birds, mice, raiser snakes, and moles all over. Mom didn&#39;t mind the moles she put my cat in the green house once to scare them off and the next morning there were 2 dead moles and my cat. Recently the dead animals had slowed down a bit and I though hmmm in her old age (going on 10) she&#39;s slowed on killing. Again I&#39;m sorely mistaken, she just brought me a token of her love for me in the form of a dead mouse.  Isn&#39;t she sweet I really love my kitty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Ginger is all squishy in side, full of kitty love lol&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/3502595428621474796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/kitty-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/3502595428621474796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/3502595428621474796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/kitty-love.html' title='Kitty Love'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02rMWt2OM5v8k7mYMs_FK-7jQd2_r3NZOaqVqbC_3-glxGqAAYrZSnfiSNW0jEyUarz5WOlAyHDK-EqEzFI6hlnvTOtpTjaXiQQWMnmDbgNmtNwj-aOeTGTDzQmvQsuclK-CBSCWSZVk/s72-c/bernice.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-7428657846577703265</id><published>2010-10-11T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:46:38.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does The Boy Mind Work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My boyfriend has a favorite anime I was told is Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann when I googled this anime I found a very bust red head. Granted I understand us red heads are irresistible and well boobs are something dudes like (much to lady&#39;s advantage). But really? I mean she even had under boob, that never looks attractive I&#39;ll put on my bikini for him and show it&#39;s just not good, and side boob is pretty bad too like erlack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd then his friend laughed and said you should dress up as her for him! I looked at him and he did a very good job of letting no facial expressions show (he&#39;s a really easy person to read). Do guys really like that? Hot nurse costumes and the like. I mean which would you rather see your girlfriend in a costume or your girlfriend in say a red lacy bra and sexy red panties (or insert your preferred color)? I just don&#39;t understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRRB69cZ9Qpeo38TP8Y8pxId4gtAQ5gMnXVxi-QcAevy2iptV3nYX3DmiSHnmfB9-9BbqG1_G02zVVfJYT-EE9HEJasNPfMYwJc5XtMJifn0iRpWM7uinCWJtFfTfSToUjCtkuSqk8X0/s320/TengenToppaGurrenLagannYOKO01.gif&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526983245036558514&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mean sure I could dress up as some busty anime girl but I&#39;m a busty not anime girl... and nobody looks like that! I do dig the boots.... (more of an ish) and it is Halloween. I am going to Rocky Horror Picture Show, so I&#39;ll be lookin like a tramp any way (not calling her a tramp not that I know what she&#39;d be classified as). Plus this might encourage my boyfriend to go with me to the show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some how I think I&#39;m trying to justify something... am I really going to be her for Halloween..... AHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;Ginger anime? hmmmm contemplating it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/7428657846577703265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-does-boy-mind-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7428657846577703265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7428657846577703265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-does-boy-mind-work.html' title='How Does The Boy Mind Work?'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRRB69cZ9Qpeo38TP8Y8pxId4gtAQ5gMnXVxi-QcAevy2iptV3nYX3DmiSHnmfB9-9BbqG1_G02zVVfJYT-EE9HEJasNPfMYwJc5XtMJifn0iRpWM7uinCWJtFfTfSToUjCtkuSqk8X0/s72-c/TengenToppaGurrenLagannYOKO01.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-7993178223864658627</id><published>2010-10-09T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:21:52.394-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Lover :-)"/><title type='text'>D&#39;awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had an older horse named Moment she was a little Arabian mare 22 years old and just plan gorgeous. Sadly I out grew my baby girl she is also very small, about 900 lbs and almost 14 hands tall. 900 lbs is big but not big for a horse and an average quarter horse is around 1200 lb and usually over 15 hands. A hand is how a horse&#39;s hight is measured, a hand is roughly 4 inches, you measure from the top of their withers (front legs) to the ground. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well sense I grew out of her and she was getting a little older I went in search of her perfect home and I found it! Her new owner is a 10 year old little girl who is obsessed with horses and has never had one before. She is spoiling her rotten and taking better care of her then I was. This little girl is very happy with Moment and wants to ride her in a 4H horse show. I got Moment when I was 9 and rode her in CGA gymkhanas for about 6 years and won about 5 buckles on her and a bit of money, even at state level. She is an awesome horse (I wish I could clone her and make her young and taller and I&#39;d be the happiest person in the world). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I went over to their house the other day to give her some lessons for the 4H horse show she&#39;s going to be in tomorrow. She had a friend over for me to help to and every time the little girl who didn&#39;t own her, Moment went into baby sitting mode (well she baby sits the other too) no matter how much this little girl kicked moment barely trotted. The one time Moment went faster with this little girl she got nervous. But when Senadra (owner) rode her moment was full of life and trotting even galloping for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m just really excited for tomorrow I get to see my baby girl carting around a 10 year old little blond haired blue eye girl with a smile from ear to ear. If they win something that would be great but I think no matter how they do the girl is going to have a great time! And Moment can do all the patterns with her eyes closed so all Senadra has to do is hold on lol. And I&#39;ll be there to help. They haven&#39;t gotten a horse trailer yet and I&#39;m halling Moment for them to the show and help with little pointers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Ginger has gone soft.... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/7993178223864658627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/dawww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7993178223864658627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7993178223864658627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/dawww.html' title='D&#39;awww'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-6452947280412986998</id><published>2010-10-05T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:26:31.389-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><title type='text'>Search and Rescue Mission</title><content type='html'>So last night the Sheriff called my house at 12 o&#39;clock asking if I&#39;d heard gun shots and if they could come down my drive way. So I hung up and got dressed (don&#39;t really need the Sherriff to see me in purple pj pants with white kitties on them) and told my dad the Sheriff was coming down our drive way. It turned out that one of your neighbors texted his brother saying he had an accident and was stuck under his quad 100 yards from the bridge. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have someone living on the other side of our property, and apparently our neighbor Andy Thomas was at his place till 7. Well Andy was missing and his quad was on our property with no signs of an accident. They called off the search till day light, and when I woke up I was asked if I&#39;d look on horse back. So at 6 this morning I saddled up Mr. Frodo and went looking over my property well a bit of it cause there is a lot, just the part from the bridge on. Then I rode a trail on the other side of the road where there&#39;s a trail from his place (Andy&#39;s) to mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(poor Frodo really wanted to eat breakfast he&#39;s a trooper) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out the idiot is a drunk moron, and he showed up at his brother&#39;s unharmed. And then the person we have living on the other part of the property said they&#39;d been drinking and He told Andy to just go home, when he started ranting about being surrounded (our friend thought he was loosing it and told him to go home and sleep). Surrounded by what we don&#39;t know, but this isn&#39;t the first time I&#39;ve noticed him acting weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I was riding a trail on Frodo and someone had cut down a tree on our property over the trail. I mentioned it to my dad in front of Andy and he said he&#39;d done it because he was afraid of people using it. This trail leads from my house to his and to the power lines who would use it? No one even knew it was there, I had to tell the sheriff it was there during the search and rescue. They aren&#39;t sure whether they want to press charges but do you know how much it costs the county to send out a helicopter for hours, and the rescue team? A lot, he shouldn&#39;t at lest have some kinda of reprimand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But any way his safe and fine geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Ginger is miffed &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/6452947280412986998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/search-and-rescue-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/6452947280412986998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/6452947280412986998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/search-and-rescue-mission.html' title='Search and Rescue Mission'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-1759327861330257453</id><published>2010-10-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:34:31.160-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Lover :-)"/><title type='text'>Rodeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So I went to the California Pro Rodeo Association State Finals tonight it was a pretty good rodeo. But lets face it anyone who frequents rodeos like myself go for the hot wrangler butts, the barrel races, and for the big finish the bull riders (who have great wrangler butts). And we use the roping events to get up and use the restrooms, get food, sodas, and of course beer! You have to love the drunk cowboys who get up on their bleacher seats dancing like they have a pole to dance on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubcUv4Pv5RkxhZR4i_-cE2BIeZlnXgsoYgaLtfQ2bh4jqY7eg7t5d2Imxaz8AMCo3P9ftAH1hYbOJXGeOJ0JDfcAhUY6wmKxHj5VMVQzvViABxBNwcz20RZzTw-kHjUyVc45HP177R6Q/s320/wrangler+butts.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523687728700580834&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight they had a barrel run of 17.97 seconds! That&#39;s a really good run by the way. I also saw a bull rider get stomped on and another one head butted against the metal bucking shoots. Oh man and there was an amazing roping horse that as soon as the lasso was around the neck of the cow he/she reared up and snapped the rope so tight the cow was on the grown before the rider could get to it to tie it... that&#39;s an amazing horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course the skanks that show up at the rodeo to look well skanky and drink to much probably didn&#39;t notice that. I mean seriously these girls have a pound of makeup on at a rodeo.... and tube tops (I have a great tube top that I look awesome in that I wouldn&#39;t wear there), and skinny jeans so tight they make their butts go flat (my skinny jeans are tight in all the right places and well don&#39;t make my ass go flat lol). I just don&#39;t get them, you&#39;ll get hit on more frequently there with wranglers and boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I&#39;m not going to let the guys slide. If you show up with a brand new cowboy had and  brand new boot with no scuff marks on them it&#39;s just sad. I mean did you go cloths shopping for one night at a rodeo? I&#39;d rather see you in shorts and flip flops (my boyfriends usual attire). I guess I&#39;m just a people watcher and I notice what people do to much... problem is it bugs me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven&#39;t gone to a rodeo your Ginger suggests it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/1759327861330257453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/rodeos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/1759327861330257453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/1759327861330257453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/10/rodeos.html' title='Rodeos'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubcUv4Pv5RkxhZR4i_-cE2BIeZlnXgsoYgaLtfQ2bh4jqY7eg7t5d2Imxaz8AMCo3P9ftAH1hYbOJXGeOJ0JDfcAhUY6wmKxHj5VMVQzvViABxBNwcz20RZzTw-kHjUyVc45HP177R6Q/s72-c/wrangler+butts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-3461766482672935077</id><published>2010-09-30T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:46:50.317-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><title type='text'>Aunty Em That&#39;s Me</title><content type='html'>Everyone should have an anuty Em. I love being an aunt and I&#39;m thinking I don&#39;t particularly want any kidlets myself. The way I see it I have 7 nieces and nephews that I can baby sit, spoil, buy loud obnoxious toys for (despite my sister&#39;s please not to), and give them back when they are sick or being horrible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus there are giant bonus to being an aunt, the kids love you! Bryan my mini male me (adorable little redheaded nephew) washed the dishes when I made him dinner. When I told him how sweet he was he said, &quot;Shh don&#39;t tell mom I washed the dishes, I never do that for her or dad.&quot; He&#39;s only 8 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Robby my 4 year old nephew threw a fit when his brother got to ride with me instead of him one day and told my sis he liked me better. Now I know that&#39;s not true that he loves his mommy but the novelty of being aunt Em never wears off. My fravorite quote from him is &quot;Aunty Em your my favorite&quot; &quot;Your favorite what Robby&quot; &quot;My favorite everything I&#39;m pretty sure&quot;. You just can&#39;t get any cuter than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus when I baby sit they are angels for me, and we turn music up loud and dance for hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have all the benefits and none of the draw backs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to hang with my Ginger today! (he has really dark freckles over his nose and no where else just like I did when I was his age I heart him)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/3461766482672935077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/aunty-em-thats-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/3461766482672935077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/3461766482672935077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/aunty-em-thats-me.html' title='Aunty Em That&#39;s Me'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-5788623260885691050</id><published>2010-09-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:26:20.925-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><title type='text'>Voting</title><content type='html'>Voting, you should do it. You are unamerican if you don&#39;t vote. Honestly if I hear you complain about anything political and you didn&#39;t vote I might have to rip you&#39;re very pretty head off. I just have no time for people like you, I&#39;d love to sit and attack all of the non voters individually. But &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt; there are to many of you non voters to verbally attack (possibly physically depending on what strikes my fancy).&lt;br /&gt;Lets take an example, I live in very northern California and it is a very very republican area. I&#39;m not going to disclose my political views.. not sure if I already have in a previous post though. Any way it&#39;s very republican up here and I hear a lot of &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about Obama. Before you start now I&#39;m not going to tell you want I don&#39;t like or do like, or if there is anything at all I do like or don&#39;t like about him. Cause half of my readers (the few that I have) wouldn&#39;t like me just for my political stand and I don&#39;t want to loose any of you.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point in my opinion no one is &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; to complain about our president no matter who he is or what he&#39;s doing unless you voted in the presidential election. Now I understand if you weren&#39;t 18 when he was voted in like myself and was unable to vote. Although this gives you no excuse not to go register to vote as soon as you can.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m just sick of the ignorant people in our country who bitch and complain about our government and new laws, when they didn&#39;t even put there two &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; in and vote. Yet I still have to hear all their bitching and complaining, what am I supposed to do for you? People died for our &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; and I think to many for get sometimes like it&#39;s not close enough to them any more. I&#39;m not talking about our stints in Iraq (I&#39;m going to rant on that too have no fear). I&#39;m talking about dependence from Britain (I know that was a long time ago) or our civil war. Who cares how long ago that was we learn that in school for a reason. Real people died for us and our country they put us, you and me, before them selves because we are the future. Voting is such a simple way to respect them and honor them, I would be so &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; for our society if we had to explain ourselves to past soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;And for a quick rant on Iran and Iraq wars. Sure we want our troops back and most of us aren&#39;t for the war at all, like what the hell are we doing there? But still those soldiers deserve respect, protesting at soldier &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;funerals&lt;/span&gt;, people who do that should rot. I have a best friend that is on leave at the moment from Iraq, he didn&#39;t choose to go there. I may not &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; the war but I &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; the brave men and women that fight in it. If I ever had a loved one&#39;s &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; protested at I can&#39;t &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;grantee&lt;/span&gt; wont have to stop blogging. Mostly because I&#39;d be &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt; a life sentence for murder. If you protest soldier funerals stop following my blog I don&#39;t want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re Ginger has had a long day...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/5788623260885691050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/voting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/5788623260885691050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/5788623260885691050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/voting.html' title='Voting'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-7596118637590010835</id><published>2010-09-28T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:00:32.094-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><title type='text'>वहत तो फ?</title><content type='html'>वही इस माय पोस्ट इन सम फूंकी लागुअगे। इ दोन&#39;टी हवे थे टाइम फॉर थिस! एर्र्र्रर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यौर पिस्स्य गिन्गेर जुस्त वांट्स तो पोस्ट ओं हेर ब्लॉग!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/7596118637590010835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7596118637590010835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/7596118637590010835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='वहत तो फ?'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-8759292146007828437</id><published>2010-09-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:08:35.392-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><title type='text'>Field Strip</title><content type='html'>So my laptop had been turning off randomly, and not like my battery was dieing. The screen would go black and the fan would stop and it wouldn&#39;t turn back on unless I took the battery out and waited for a few minutes. So I googled it and found that mostly likely the fan had dirt in it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking apart a laptop is scary there are wires every where and little green boards with sauter on wires. Also a lot of screws and at first I thought when I put it all back that I had one extra but I didn&#39;t. WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah so I went online and found a page that told me how to take my laptop apart and now here I sit with a working laptop. I only had to take it apart one more time to connect my mouse again because I turned it on and realized I&#39;d forgotten it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank google for you&#39;re Ginger&#39;s ability to blog lol&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/8759292146007828437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/field-strip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/8759292146007828437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/8759292146007828437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/field-strip.html' title='Field Strip'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-4836114530195308697</id><published>2010-09-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:21:01.126-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><title type='text'>Girlie Sleep Overs!!!</title><content type='html'>So I spent the night at a friends house with another friend (so a grand total of 3 girls) and you know what&#39;s really weird? We didn&#39;t have a naked pillow fight! I feel so cheated! I&#39;ve never been in a pillow fight not to mention a naked one! And in movies they are always having such fun pillow fights. Also I want to know where they buy those pillows to I can avoid them like a bad disease.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean those pillows are very poorly made, I hope that with one whack from my pillow it wont explode. Also I wish that night gowns were even remotely comfy. I find they ride up in the middle of the night and you feel like your being strangled only in the tummy area. But purple pj pants with white kitties on them just aren&#39;t as sexy... bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so cheated out of an amazing experience though.... So guys how do your sleep overs go? do you have sexy pillow fights? Or anything as awesome? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you&#39;re giggling Ginger (that&#39;s what we did... giggle for two days straight) &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/4836114530195308697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/girlie-sleep-overs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4836114530195308697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4836114530195308697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/girlie-sleep-overs.html' title='Girlie Sleep Overs!!!'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-4676531475271345021</id><published>2010-09-22T20:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:01:54.377-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Sometimes the reason I&#39;m annoyed is simply because I can be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is this guy in my Spanish class I don&#39;t know his name, well that&#39;s not true I forgot his name and couldn&#39;t pronounce it any way. I should put in a disclaimer for this post, I am not racist just annoyed and need to vent. Oh right cause this guy is from Japan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever day I go to Spanish this guy is sitting with his legs spread eagle in his seat with his head leaning back (early every day ewww, and I sit behind him) . He also has these big head phones, like the kind that cover you entire ear and bright red. Also he has his black hair bleached this crappy orange color and always has his dam hood up over his head blocking my view. Plus he&#39;s from Japan why does he need a third language (I&#39;m not asking you &lt;a href=&quot;http://punk1119-thetrollcave.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Troll Man&lt;/a&gt; &quot;Say What? is his language blog).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He also dresses very loudly like shimmery redish pants really? (and I mean what the fuck?) Along with really tight sweaters, it&#39;s not even cold yet (well it was a bit this morning but still! feel my rage!)! And he has this accent that&#39;s pretty ungreat (not like a sexy Italian stallion, or a I beg you to speak more words sexy Irish guy and your only sexy cause you Irish... plus the voice adds sexy points :D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Plus the one thing I don&#39;t care about is how you didn&#39;t study for our test because I&#39;ll just do better than you. Well this might be the root of my rage not only does everything he does annoy the pants off me (no not really that would be weird ... plus he&#39;s not a hot Irish guy) he is also smart. He got an A on our test, I shall not divulge my score (there are some that might want me to do good and others who might want me to fail so I shall make no one happy mwahahaha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Plus I have to watch the guy get hit on the whole time by some gay guy (I already have a gay bestie, and I&#39;m doing better than him in the class fyi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah You&#39;re Ginger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/4676531475271345021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-reason-im-annoyed-is-simply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4676531475271345021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4676531475271345021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-reason-im-annoyed-is-simply.html' title='Sometimes the reason I&#39;m annoyed is simply because I can be'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-6126581200573974565</id><published>2010-09-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:02:49.276-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Ummm later..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So test is on Monday what do you do all weekend? Party your fanny off that&#39;s right! Maybe kinda half heartedly Sunday night but not really cause your exhausted from you&#39;re awesome weekend! Okay so I&#39;ll be more realistic for some of you. How about you messed around at home on the computer kinda hung out with friends and when you really had nothing else to do maybe you cleaned the entire house. Cause lets face it cleaning the house is more fun then studying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow sometimes on that fated Monday morning sitting in you&#39;re class staring at the test you are completely blind sided (good movie) . However sometimes you think hell yes dude I totally got this! Those are the moments that keep you stuck with your procrastinating ways. Yet when you are taken by surprise you alway think &lt;i&gt;I&#39;m so going to study for the next test!&lt;/i&gt; yet do you really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The answer for me is no I&#39;d rather ... do something I really dislike (I can&#39;t think of anything at the moment). But I&#39;d do those things first! Oh I got one, I&#39;d rather watch the office, yes I went there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really write my essay now... but it&#39;s due on Friday... So I&#39;ll wait.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah you&#39;re Ginger&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/6126581200573974565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/ummm-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/6126581200573974565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/6126581200573974565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/ummm-later.html' title='Ummm later..'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-2394411093507709576</id><published>2010-09-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:05:04.289-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants"/><title type='text'>Men beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So heres the thing PMSing women, girls, lady folk are scary end of story I&#39;ll admit to it even I am known so snap a few heads off. I have a good excuse, I usually just say I&#39;m a red head and have a right to be well a control freak bipolar bitch. But then maybe not sense I&#39;m usually pleasant. Have no fear though I&#39;ve decided to give out some friendly advice when dealing with the fairer sex in this fragile state. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NEVER EVER ASK IF WE ARE PMSING! Unless you want WWIII to come down on your head. I&#39;m not joking actual violence could ensue, personally I flat out deny it and stop and scream and even throw things here and there. And I have to say my aim while in this state is way better than usual, it&#39;s like all this rage takes over and you have a big bull eye on your genitals. Oh did I forget to mention this throwing business is aimed where it counts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It&#39;s like we see red, and if you ask us that and we actually aren&#39;t PMSing you are screwed I really don&#39;t know which is worse. When you ask and I am, I&#39;m pissed and hurt and I want to be nice but it&#39;s impossible. Yet if you ask me and I&#39;m not, well then I&#39;m pissed off a whole lot longer than if I was. Cause damn it I have a right to have a bad day now and then and not be accused of PMSing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And afterwards when we are done throwing things, screaming, and stomping we usually feel really shitty about how we acted. It&#39;s like we know how we are acting is unfair and unexpected but we just can&#39;t do anything about it. And it&#39;s hard to apologize in this state even though we know we should it&#39;s just hard so we usually don&#39;t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ears, yes these appear sometimes too with out any warning. It&#39;s usually cause we know we are being horrible so just nod you&#39;re head or something don&#39;t really say anything. . . . truth is I don&#39;t know what you should actually do with tears but nodding usually helps so keep it simple stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well that&#39;s you&#39;re Ginger&#39;s advice, just trying to keep you all safe &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/2394411093507709576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/men-beware.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/2394411093507709576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/2394411093507709576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/men-beware.html' title='Men beware'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-2200597183518564987</id><published>2010-09-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T15:55:00.005-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weird happenings"/><title type='text'>I have been to the nerd kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you seen the group in the corner of the cafeteria with a bunch of guys and gals playing magic, ever ended up at that table? Probably not, or if you have and like playing magic this isn&#39;t against you. It&#39;s just that I found myself at this table once and I felt very out of place, I&#39;ve never seen magic played and I don&#39;t know nerd/magic lingo. I was taken by surprise, just sitting with my boyfriend kinda falling asleep on his shoulder (my favorite thing ever!) when it all happen. Imagine opening you&#39;re eyes from a long blink, trying not to fall asleep, when you realize there are a lot of strangers at your table. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As it turns out these five new comers were friend&#39;s with one of my friends. Well my friend sat down with us while I was having one of my prolonged blinks. The next thing I know there are five guys that I don&#39;t know sitting around us and my boyfriend is looking at me like wow we&#39;re at that table. Most of them had very long hair and shy and no I&#39;m not trying to be mean they seemed nice and I didn&#39;t die. Not saying it made me have any urge to play ever, but I lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This isn&#39;t the nerd kingdom this was just showing that weird things like this have happened to me and don&#39;t be shocked about what I&#39;m about to tell you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever heard about miniatures? Like little armies of goblins or star wars figures? I&#39;d tell you more about them but I&#39;m not quite sure on the whole thing, they roll dice and some how battle each other. There are battle fields with fake hills, trees, buildings and the like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well.... I was a wing girl today for a girlfriend and this guy she is into likes to play this. I was unaware about this when I singed up for wing girl duties. I can&#39;t tell you how I end up in these situations, cause my girlfriend is not into these things... I thought I was safe with her. I mean really I ended up in the back room of the most nerdy game store I&#39;ve ever been in watching (and being watched) by men playing with miniature figurines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;d give advice for instances like this but .. your Ginger is baffled. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/2200597183518564987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-been-to-nerd-kingdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/2200597183518564987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/2200597183518564987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-been-to-nerd-kingdom.html' title='I have been to the nerd kingdom'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-4194902842137425733</id><published>2010-09-16T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:40:57.012-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weird happenings"/><title type='text'>How to really Freak you&#39;re dad out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;ve never had heat strokes before in my life but I guess today is as good as any you know no epic plans or anything like that. In fact it&#39;s been a boring day other than you know horrible pain, my sometimes dark red lips turning white, and almost passing out on my dad. All this on top of fuzzy vision and and shaky legs and arms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sadly Frodo may be to blame (the angle in horse form) who was screaming his blood head off the whole time I was trying to ride Destiny (not sure what she is yet in horse form). I&#39;m not sure you (whom ever you are) know this but horses tend to not like water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horse (mentally) : &quot;you want me to what?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;cross the water&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horse (mentally) : &quot;I thought you liked me but now you want me to get eaten&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;it&#39;s maybe 2 inches deep&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horse (mentally) : &quot;holly crap no way in hell, I didn&#39;t know it was THAT DEEP!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And if it&#39;s an arabian (what Destiny is) it will usually go like this after a while they get better but yeah first timers don&#39;t take it to well. So pretty much Destiny didn&#39;t want to get eaten by a creek cause you water  can do that. So I get off and stand in the middle of it (like look at me I&#39;m not getting eaten!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Destiny (mentally): &quot;oh shoot it&#39;s gotten her! And I was starting to really like her!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;*Frodo screams his head off form about a half mile away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That&#39;s when she rips the reins out of my hand and runs up a very long very steep hill, and I run up a very long very steep hill after her. When I saw she was okay at the coral I went to my dad and freaked him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now this isn&#39;t the first time or the last time I&#39;ve freaked my dad out, I seem to have a real talent for such things. Like the time I drove a mini 8th scale train off of a ramp and pined myself in between it and the lift and ended up with massive bruises on my hips when I was about 9. Or on my 3rd horse show ever when I was 11 and I was so excited about getting my horse to run I for got to stop her and she stopped at the fence and I hit the fence so hard my helmet hit the mental and made a loud cracking noise (I may have scared every one at the show on that day). Oh Oh! One last one before we get back to the story. Just this last valentine&#39;s day my reins broke at a show and I went over a fence bruised all my ribs stretched the cartilage in my sternum and got carted off in an ambulance (I know I freaked everyone at the show that day, and got a lot of &quot;haha you can fly emmy!&quot; at the next show). Oh and that was the second show in a row I&#39;d been to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So back to the story when I got into his shop I got a drink and the next thing I know the worst headache in the world hit me hard. Also I thought I&#39;d gotten something on my glasses but my vision was just messing up and then I turned to my dad and my legs had gone jello. Dad got me to sit down and next thing I know I&#39;m listing to the side and he&#39;s keeping me awake. (scary stuff right?) After about 20 minutes I kinda felt better, and realized I hadn&#39;t eaten anything that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was sent to the house with instructions to eat ice cream... and I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;I&#39;m feeling better have still a headache and don&#39;t want to leave the couch, but your Ginger will be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/4194902842137425733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-really-freak-youre-dad-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4194902842137425733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/4194902842137425733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-really-freak-youre-dad-out.html' title='How to really Freak you&#39;re dad out'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-5895083321560784973</id><published>2010-09-15T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:03:40.330-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weird happenings"/><title type='text'>Do you brush you&#39;re teeth in class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m sitting in my Spanish class listening intently, taking notes, smiling, nodding, and the class room is quite. My Teacher is talking about a famous spanish painter named &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.donquijote.org/culture/spain/painters/frida.asp&quot;&gt;Frida Kahlo&lt;/a&gt; who she really likes, you know how a teacher gets when they talk about something they really like. She was also passing around books of Kahlo&#39;s works for all the students to look at.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell in the middle of this a guy walks into the class room a hour late, this is a two hour class and we&#39;ve been going for 4 weeks now. Instead of quietly walking to an empty desk he just plops down on the ground next to my desk. Then I realized what I thought was a green pen in his mouth ( I know pen in mouth isn&#39;t pleasant either)  was a green tooth brush! I mean what! Or rather why?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So he&#39;s sitting on the ground next to me with a green tooth brush and then very loudly unzips and rummage through his back pack. I could never make that much noise just to get... nothing! After all the noise he just sits there with a green tooth brush in his moth shifting it from side to side with is mouth, and a green water bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yes and to top it off he stares at me and my friend from the floor... I just don&#39;t get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever had someone come into your class with a tooth brush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... your confused Ginger.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/5895083321560784973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-brush-your-teeth-in-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/5895083321560784973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/5895083321560784973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-brush-your-teeth-in-class.html' title='Do you brush you&#39;re teeth in class?'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-1378659921031119653</id><published>2010-09-14T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:32:21.211-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Lover :-)"/><title type='text'>Adrenaline is the worst feeling ever</title><content type='html'>We&#39;ve all felt it before, your about to tell your boyfriend/girlfriend you love them for the first time and you get a mini heart attack (true story), strange dog barks at you, cooking in the kitchen and a friend is standing there waiting for you to notice (true story). Or maybe your doing something you maybe shouldn&#39;t be doing (hehe NO experience in this...). Your heart starts pumping and your limps get all jello feeling, and your just have to do something! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider my self a non risk taker, I hate roller coasters, don&#39;t like to fly, not to big on boats, and motorcycles luckily I&#39;ve made a promise to a friend to never get on one so I&#39;m in the clear. Yet I ride horses a lot sense I was very small. Well Mr. Frodo my horse has some hoof problems so I can&#39;t ride him as often as I usually do. I don&#39;t know if I&#39;ve mentioned about how I&#39;m really bad at not being able to tell people no. So this slightly older lady at one of my horse competitions asked me sense I have extra time would I mind working with a horse of hers. And of course I say sure bring her on over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day I had this horse at my house I took her out to give some love; brush her, pick her feet, and put some wound spray on some scratches she had. I only got 3 out of 4 feet picked up, about a half hour to brush and braid her tail cause she was so scared of me it was ridiculous. So I call up her owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: &quot;so how long have you had Destiny?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owner: &quot;two months, and I&#39;ve ridden her three times&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:&lt;i&gt; a mental oh shit moment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today I was going to ride Miss. Destiny and I had adrenalin surging through me before i even had her lead rope on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to be honest it went really well, she stood still while saddled her up and swung myself up in the saddle. I understand how the owner is worried about her, she does spook at lots of things (like a bad on the ground no joke). If your a horse owner and your horse does kinda make you nervous and all she/he needs is a little time go find someone to mess with them. If your lucky you&#39;ll find someone like me who always has a rule of them &lt;i&gt;it can&#39;t be as bad as Rudy&lt;/i&gt; which is a mustang I trained from start to finish, and believe me there are people out there like me willing to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      (Destiny)                                                                           (Frodo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKnRrAQXUkJqiGXtjyvN5cZYcI9vrSYFdihFY2yczkINMqr-cJoZe6SQWqqY_kxhbDm7g_pPbQBpJcqmTdqQEy1KhXvipb_FZjRNH-8-1sOsvEP9UNXEQGUnC4ArOh-9rgHJljcQb-RI/s320/Copy+of+orick+100.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516976097681082194&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGbFgOoX4cTt56ZbhzT5lZq6QDlBmhmfjWQ59qm9M4rTwi_4H6KNSyrIGDjZEFldH2xzMDGdHN2wrarlwiWH4ebn7mJSSo7XL7qjPOoXZdYt7qEaNqq95WkJGyNm3itHByBByXM-nlzw/s320/orick+102.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516976703333408210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wear your helmet thought! lol your Ginger :-)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/1378659921031119653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/adrenalin-is-worst-feeling-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/1378659921031119653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/1378659921031119653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/adrenalin-is-worst-feeling-ever.html' title='Adrenaline is the worst feeling ever'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKnRrAQXUkJqiGXtjyvN5cZYcI9vrSYFdihFY2yczkINMqr-cJoZe6SQWqqY_kxhbDm7g_pPbQBpJcqmTdqQEy1KhXvipb_FZjRNH-8-1sOsvEP9UNXEQGUnC4ArOh-9rgHJljcQb-RI/s72-c/Copy+of+orick+100.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667038696703620566.post-6683544000977905557</id><published>2010-09-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:06:13.343-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Lover :-)"/><title type='text'>Welcome To Emzy&#39;s Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhp5-4DZE-wunR6Z2XZbvCB892eLoagSSEN7Y2rk_WnkoF3emZc2KX0DdwwTqXddyRHJf5am0r2JAKJqYDyjLIxseA_9EaAu3mLxfVF9b2p7qoMznnHVFPC7SjKG0Dlh8zcWQJa8jokaI/s1600/0904002110.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhp5-4DZE-wunR6Z2XZbvCB892eLoagSSEN7Y2rk_WnkoF3emZc2KX0DdwwTqXddyRHJf5am0r2JAKJqYDyjLIxseA_9EaAu3mLxfVF9b2p7qoMznnHVFPC7SjKG0Dlh8zcWQJa8jokaI/s320/0904002110.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516572865111658642&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this should be in a banner above my drive way like when your driving on a country road and big ranches have their last name and their brand&#39;s mark above the gate. I have horses, dogs, cats, chickens, some birds, a guinea hen, and an aquarium. Well I have a new addition to my animal kingdom I am now the proud mommy/owner of two baby red eared slider turtles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are adorable, zooming around their tank and bask in the light from their heating lamp. How I got them could be considered a funny story, or so I&#39;ve been told. I recently visited my aunt Tenny in Los Angeles which is about an eight hour drive for me sense I&#39;m in northern California. Well my dad&#39;s girlfriend, my aunt and I went to the shopping district in LA. When you drive to the fashion district you suddenly arrive to blocks and blocks of little shops. There isn&#39;t any room for street parking so usually you pay about 8 bucks to park in some indoor parking that are actually plentiful around it&#39;s not like one or two crowded parking garages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;loths are cheap and so are shoes! There are different areas to the fashion district all the men&#39;s clothing in one area and women&#39;s in another. You can buy anything clothing wise from tank tops, the most sexual lingerie I&#39;ve ever seen, to wedding dresses. No joke I saw a gorgeous wedding dress (Beware &lt;a href=&quot;http://punk1119-thetrollcave.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Troll Man&lt;/a&gt; ... I kid) and I was tempted on some lingerie but I was with my aunt (I like to go to Rocky Horror Picture Show). Any way you basically walk the street and look in, if something catches your eye you go in. Most every one is speaking Spanish but everyone knows English so no worries and some are also speaking Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I&#39;m shopping when some man sets a little tinny carrier in front of me on top of some clothing. I look inside and there are the most adorable little turtles on the face of the planet, so I bought them! For 7 dollars! Including the carrier! And another dollar for a baggy of food! My dad didn&#39;t understand how I came back from the fashion district with turtles. Problem? I don&#39;t know anything about turtles I&#39;ve never had one before so I went to Petco and Petsmart.  Petco by the way is having a sale I think till the 19th of this month on tanks a dollar a gallon! So I got my baby turtles an aquarium and they seem like happy little turtles :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I do how ever need help naming one of them, I have a shy little girl turtle in need of a name so if you think of a good name leaving me a comment. I also have a very friendly little boy turtle who likes to make laps around the tank named Speedy Gonzales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you all enjoy your pets as much as I do mine, Lots of Love your Ginger.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/feeds/6683544000977905557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-to-emzys-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/6683544000977905557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3667038696703620566/posts/default/6683544000977905557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantsandwhatnaughteness.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-to-emzys-zoo.html' title='Welcome To Emzy&#39;s Zoo'/><author><name>Emzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02275414545447758138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxudNYvvUYIuE3cckgHPEFP8J9iv--9_WWJVg4Nb1KZQkPyUF9QJ8osD-loKdINiJjQ0QBLS68BMiGODJQJLZfSQl0AEsSTLD_Hq9TOiv4D8fvP1diXxzN97qHLLMew/s220/5809_1111861912949_1118930540_30275943_3316097_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhp5-4DZE-wunR6Z2XZbvCB892eLoagSSEN7Y2rk_WnkoF3emZc2KX0DdwwTqXddyRHJf5am0r2JAKJqYDyjLIxseA_9EaAu3mLxfVF9b2p7qoMznnHVFPC7SjKG0Dlh8zcWQJa8jokaI/s72-c/0904002110.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>