<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:39:23.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah,blah,blah...</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts.ideas.opinions. suggestions. questions. answers. photos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-770192394740927714</id><published>2009-11-01T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:08:58.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World War II Japanese soldier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Once when I was little, I saw the ghost of a Japanese soldier. It almost dark and we were playing hide and seek at one of our friend&amp;#39;s house. His house was very isolated and it had this long dirt driveway leading up to the house. There was tall grass on the sides of the road and that&amp;#39;s where my other friend and I were hiding. I got up to peek and that when I saw him, the Japanese soldier. He had some kind of stick in his hand. He lifted it up and then brought it down on something in the grass. No one else saw this but later, one of our friends said that something fell out nowhere and hit him on the head when he was hiding in the grass. It was the very spot I saw the Japanese soldier. No one believed me. They say it was too dark to see anything. I think they were too scared of the possibility of a ghost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:17895"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/17895"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=17895" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-770192394740927714?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/770192394740927714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=770192394740927714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/770192394740927714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/770192394740927714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-war-ii-japanese-soldier.html' title='A World War II Japanese soldier...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-155047888950213737</id><published>2009-08-16T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:50:12.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of the third child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;m somewhat of a middle child. I&amp;#39;m the third child out of four. I used to be the baby until I was five, and my mom came home with no belly poking out and a little sister. She was cute, but I lost my position as the baby of the family! Didn&amp;#39;t affect me that much, I was still daddy&amp;#39;s little girl. Oh my gosh, I could do no wrong in my dad&amp;#39;s eyes! Looking back now, I feel bad about my brothers! They were accused and blamed for everything! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16209"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16209"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16209" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-155047888950213737?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/155047888950213737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=155047888950213737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/155047888950213737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/155047888950213737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/tales-of-third-child.html' title='Tales of the third child...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2350823129159722250</id><published>2009-08-13T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:15:25.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  A suprise birthday dinner at a local Chinese restaurant. It was so awesome! I was a little down that day. I was in training to spend a whole year in Iraq. I was away from my family. My ex-boyfriend who coincidentally had the same birthday got a cake from his new girlfriend in shape of her boobs. My friends totally came through! I didn&amp;#39;t have cake but I had a ice cream sundae complete with bananas in cherry sauce. Rainbow sprinkles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16132"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16132"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16132" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2350823129159722250?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2350823129159722250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2350823129159722250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2350823129159722250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2350823129159722250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise-happy-birthday.html' title='Surprise! Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2647640522594754452</id><published>2009-08-13T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:06:40.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to read 'Lord of the Rings'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Lord+of+the+Rings&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PX0TW42SL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Gosh! This book! I never made it past page 6. I tried so many times to read this book! Finally, I just gave up! Maybe one day, I will find my way back to it. Hopefully, I will find the patience,too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16130"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16130"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16130" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2647640522594754452?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2647640522594754452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2647640522594754452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2647640522594754452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2647640522594754452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tried-to-read-of-rings.html' title='I tried to read &amp;#39;Lord of the Rings&amp;#39;....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8028336572880246127</id><published>2009-08-13T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:02:40.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My invention: phone robot to call my mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  I would invent a phone robot. It would remind myself to call my mother, then turn around, call my mother at the appointed time, and pretend to be me. We both win! My mother can get it off her chest what a disappoint I am to her and how perfect my oldest brother is... and my self esteem doesn&amp;#39;t suffer!! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16127"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16127"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16127" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8028336572880246127?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8028336572880246127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8028336572880246127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8028336572880246127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8028336572880246127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-invention-phone-robot-to-call-my.html' title='My invention: phone robot to call my mother.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5929255822006606177</id><published>2009-08-13T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:57:51.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope they say she could be a real bitch at my funeral...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she could be a real bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Because I can be when provoked. But seriously, I want them to tell stories about how I fit in their lives and their favorite memories with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everybody wants to be remembered, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16126"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16126"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16126" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5929255822006606177?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5929255822006606177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5929255822006606177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5929255822006606177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5929255822006606177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hope-they-say-she-could-be-real-bitch.html' title='I hope they say she could be a real bitch at my funeral...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8181364283276378533</id><published>2009-08-13T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:51:51.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I'd been there for the whole college experience....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/91/246302725_f305a2ba4b.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/98115025@N00/246302725"&gt;University College London&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  What experience did you miss out on and wish you&amp;#39;d been a part of?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It would have to be the whole college experience. Living in dorms, living of my parents hard earned money, having no real responsibilities, meeting new people and making new friends, frat parties....  It&amp;#39;s not too late for it, but in a way it is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16125"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16125"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16125" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8181364283276378533?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8181364283276378533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8181364283276378533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8181364283276378533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8181364283276378533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-been-there-for-whole-college.html' title='I wish I&amp;#39;d been there for the whole college experience....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/91/246302725_f305a2ba4b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4370936269078423332</id><published>2009-08-13T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:45:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be proficient in sign language...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  If you had to lose one of your senses for a year, which one would it be? I pick hearing. I want to learn sign language. When I was little, I learned the alphabet and my friends and I used to sign words across the classroom. When I was in high school, my guardian had his voice box taken out due to cancer. I learned a little about reading lips. But mostly, I want to see if I can easily learn sign language. It&amp;#39;s not the same when you can hear the words. I want the whole experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16124"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16124"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16124" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4370936269078423332?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4370936269078423332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4370936269078423332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4370936269078423332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4370936269078423332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-be-proficient-in-sign.html' title='I want to be proficient in sign language...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3922202113739395833</id><published>2009-08-13T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:35:50.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family ritual #1: Christmas Reunion at the Grandparents..</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Reunion at the Grandparents..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My grandparents had 12 children. So every Christmas, we would have a family style reunion event at their house. It always ends up the same. Enough food to feed a whole army, children everywhere, and that drunk uncle we always have to pick up from somewhere. Fun times. :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16123"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16123"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16123" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3922202113739395833?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3922202113739395833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3922202113739395833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3922202113739395833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3922202113739395833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-ritual-1-christmas-reunion-at.html' title='Family ritual #1: Christmas Reunion at the Grandparents..'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3364817179890707321</id><published>2009-08-13T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:32:29.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted Flakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2571109138_2d2f8ac0b9.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14884361@N02/2571109138"&gt;Frosted Flakes Box&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Frosted Flakes or Corn Pops. Just dry, no milk. When the dining facility is far and it&amp;#39;s a 130 degrees outside... those cereals are great meals! They made my 15 months in Iraq!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16122"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16122"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16122" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3364817179890707321?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3364817179890707321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3364817179890707321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3364817179890707321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3364817179890707321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/frosted-flakes.html' title='Frosted Flakes.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2571109138_2d2f8ac0b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4191449023482381916</id><published>2009-08-13T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:27:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I told you about the time I won free jewelry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I was in a department store and they were holding a raffle. I got my and the instructions was to say a word they gave you when they called your number. They called my number but before I could say anything, this old lady started yelling that she won! It was kind of funny because she was 5 numbers off. They still gave her a prize, and I still got my a gold necklace with a Swarovski crystal pendant. Win win!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16121"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16121"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16121" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4191449023482381916?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4191449023482381916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4191449023482381916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4191449023482381916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4191449023482381916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-told-you-about-time-i-won-free.html' title='Have I told you about the time I won free jewelry?'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-9107402176659815612</id><published>2009-08-13T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:22:36.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you a secret....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Let me tell you a secret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think this every single day... Pack up my favorite shirts and my jewelry and leave. To not think about the consequences. To not care about the people that are left behind... because some times I do think they are holding me back from happiness. From adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16120"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16120"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16120" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-9107402176659815612?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9107402176659815612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=9107402176659815612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/9107402176659815612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/9107402176659815612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-tell-you-secret.html' title='Let me tell you a secret....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3347279848808900342</id><published>2009-08-13T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:14:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals, books, pillows, and maybe candy...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My journal kit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This includes numerous journal books, pencils, pens, colored pencils, markers, and crayons. I love writing down random ideas and drawing pretty flowers and butterflies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A book: To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My favorite book. I can read it over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My giant body pillow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm one of those people that needs a ridiculous amount of pillows. I figure my giant body pillow will have to do. If not, I might have to steal or bribe people...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16119"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16119"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16119" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3347279848808900342?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3347279848808900342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3347279848808900342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3347279848808900342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3347279848808900342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/journals-books-pillows-and-maybe-candy.html' title='Journals, books, pillows, and maybe candy...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-345261176117060715</id><published>2009-08-11T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:26:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember matching outfits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/685125143_73be62ae9b.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/55761924@N00/685125143"&gt;Red Dress Jump&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I remember matching my outfits with next door neighbor girl for kindergarten. Our houses were quite near so instead of using the telephone, we would yell out the windows. &amp;quot;What color underwear are you wearing today?! Wear the purple dress!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16052"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16052"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16052" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-345261176117060715?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/345261176117060715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=345261176117060715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/345261176117060715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/345261176117060715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remember-matching-outfits.html' title='I remember matching outfits!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/685125143_73be62ae9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8935446546450755694</id><published>2009-08-11T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:19:47.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to apologize when I've hurt someone's feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I can be a real jerk sometimes. Most of the time,they deserved it. But when I know I hurt their feelings and I&amp;#39;m wrong, it&amp;#39;s really hard to apologize without looking like a real jerk. That&amp;#39;s why now I get all the details before I do or say anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16051"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16051"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16051" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8935446546450755694?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8935446546450755694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8935446546450755694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8935446546450755694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8935446546450755694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-hard-to-apologize-when-i-hurt.html' title='It&amp;#39;s hard to apologize when I&amp;#39;ve hurt someone&amp;#39;s feelings'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2514959675658517644</id><published>2009-08-11T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:08:50.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Requirement #1 for a good day: Festival or a Carnival on a sunny day!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festival or a Carnival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sunshine. Carnival rides. Colorful customes. Funnel cake. Giant corndogs. Snow cones. Brisket sandwiches. Lots and lots of handmade jewelry booths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All of my favorite things in one place! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16050"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16050"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16050" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2514959675658517644?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2514959675658517644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2514959675658517644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2514959675658517644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2514959675658517644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/requirement-1-for-good-day-festival-or.html' title='Requirement #1 for a good day: Festival or a Carnival on a sunny day!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3451773087115206681</id><published>2009-07-21T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:57:45.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll finish 'The Historian' one day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=The+Historian&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41NKuyRY4KL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I have been struggling to read this book! I have started it, but it seems the only time I read it is when I&amp;#39;m in the waiting room of a hospital or clinic! It&amp;#39;s very interesting but it&amp;#39;s starting so slow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:15473"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/15473"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=15473" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3451773087115206681?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3451773087115206681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3451773087115206681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3451773087115206681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3451773087115206681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finish-historian-one-day.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll finish &amp;#39;The Historian&amp;#39; one day...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8113745497423703393</id><published>2009-07-15T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:05:22.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'IT' was a scary movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=IT&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd" title="Grab this movie from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/417EW0CFW5L._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  I am terrified of clowns. That movie did not help at all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:15301"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/15301"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=15301" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8113745497423703393?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8113745497423703393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8113745497423703393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8113745497423703393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8113745497423703393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-scary-movie.html' title='&amp;#39;IT&amp;#39; was a scary movie'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-6552886487723399898</id><published>2009-07-14T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:21:35.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redbull gives you... wiiiiingsssss....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2693618879_9bf5bcc450.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17813892@N00/2693618879"&gt;Lego® Creator 4939 - Gull Wing Car&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Wings...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:15242"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/15242"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=15242" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-6552886487723399898?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6552886487723399898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=6552886487723399898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6552886487723399898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6552886487723399898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/redbull-gives-you-wiiiiingsssss.html' title='Redbull gives you... wiiiiingsssss....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2693618879_9bf5bcc450_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4715964162171413066</id><published>2009-07-08T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:01:48.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the biggest procrastinator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2179143282_a8e68767af.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8623220@N02/2179143282"&gt;School children singing, Pie Town, New Mexico (LOC)&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  What are you avoiding doing? Why haven&amp;#39;t you done it yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;School. Looking for a real job. Laziness. Scared that my brain stopped working. Don&amp;#39;t want to start all over. Suffering anxiety attacks at starting something new. Brainwashed. Don&amp;#39;t know how to even start. Depressed. Need new friends. Need to lose weight. Addicted to the internet. Love free time. Need a to find the right place to start. Need to gather energy to start. Need motivation.So many reasons why not...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:15063"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/15063"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=15063" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4715964162171413066?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4715964162171413066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4715964162171413066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4715964162171413066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4715964162171413066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-biggest-procrastinator.html' title='I&amp;#39;m the biggest procrastinator.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2179143282_a8e68767af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4956827246212257440</id><published>2009-07-08T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:56:00.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had to, I'd spend a week in a treehouse... or a tent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  If I had to, I&amp;#39;d spend a week in a treehouse... or a tent.... but never in a underground bunker. Very claustrophobic. In the treehouse or the tent, at least there&amp;#39;s a possibility of two or more open spaces, more escape routes, more exits, and definitely no chance of being buried alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:15062"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/15062"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=15062" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4956827246212257440?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4956827246212257440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4956827246212257440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4956827246212257440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4956827246212257440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-had-to-i-spend-week-in-treehouse.html' title='If I had to, I&amp;#39;d spend a week in a treehouse... or a tent'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4100870504576759910</id><published>2009-07-06T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:22:21.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness. Just total randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Randomness. Just total random ramblings, opinions,ideas, suggestions and observations. And sarcasm, but it has to be funny sarcasm.That&amp;#39;s what makes someone funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of my friends when I first met him, I thought he was such a serious person. Then one day he made a totally random funny observation about this woman who had robot hair in the dining facility. It was so dead on! I swear every time I saw that woman, I could still hear him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes people are just funny without even trying. One of our friends was so klutzy that whenever he came in with an &amp;quot;oh no!&amp;quot; look on his face, we knew he had dropped or ran over something. It was a long running joke to blame him for whatever was destroyed. Don&amp;#39;t feel bad for him! 97% of the time, it was his fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some people just have it, some work hard to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14992"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14992"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14992" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4100870504576759910?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4100870504576759910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4100870504576759910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4100870504576759910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4100870504576759910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness-just-total-randomness.html' title='Randomness. Just total randomness.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4571699302775181700</id><published>2009-07-03T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:09:40.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get fractions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/176224276_34ada3b877.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93452909@N00/176224276"&gt;Tessellation Postage Stamp Mathematics Deutsches Museum&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Mathematics! I can do simple math like addition and multiplication but I draw the line at fractions. Fractions and beyond, I start losing all my math knowledge. It starts making my head hurt and when someone tries to explain... it&amp;#39;s all mumbo jumbo. I&amp;#39;ve tried and tried to understand it! I even got a tutor! That didn&amp;#39;t help at all. I barely passed my math classes in high school! Algebra classes made high school hell!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14873"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14873"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14873" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4571699302775181700?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4571699302775181700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4571699302775181700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4571699302775181700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4571699302775181700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-don-get-fractions.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t get fractions...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/176224276_34ada3b877_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1384381346139937392</id><published>2009-07-01T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:38:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would not do high school again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I would not pick a specific group to hang out with in high school. The thing is, my high school was very very small. The whole student body came to 200. Basically,you knew everybody in the whole school. I was a &amp;quot;floater&amp;quot;. Never really in any of the groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* Jocks: everbody was involved in some kind of sport. Even me, who not very athletic, was in  paddling (home is an island surrounded by water). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* Math nerds: a group I never ever fit in. I was a great student but my math skills pulled down my grades. Luckily, the guy I sat next to for 4 years was a math whiz. He was horrible at english which was my best subject. Trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* Band geeks: everybody was in band! I played clarinet, not good though but enough to be in the mandatory christmas shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* We had no drama but we had Japanese language. I can say: Hi! My name is... Yup! 2 years of Japanese! I wish I had actually paid attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* Popular crowd: I had friends in that group. I hung out with them but when they start doing drugs, getting crazy drunk or something stupid like that, I just go back to my nerdy peeps. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* Stoners: yup, had those, too. They went to the public high school. They introduced me to the joys of mary jane but I wasn&amp;#39;t very impressed... Okay, maybe one time when we were out kayaking and we had some really really good weed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I would not do high school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14817"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14817"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14817" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1384381346139937392?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1384381346139937392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1384381346139937392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1384381346139937392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1384381346139937392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-not-do-high-school-again.html' title='I would not do high school again.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5506384499641966187</id><published>2009-07-01T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:45:10.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a hero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  I have never been a hero but I have been very outspoken numerous times for people that were not treated right. Let&amp;#39;s just say I have made a enemies that way.  I believe in equal rights, and I am outraged when people are screwed over and are too scared to speak for themselves. I do it for them but not always in the most tactful or respectful to the people that did the screwing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14807"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14807"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14807" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5506384499641966187?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5506384499641966187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5506384499641966187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5506384499641966187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5506384499641966187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-hero.html' title='Not a hero...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8146948534986245566</id><published>2009-06-28T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:02:25.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett is definitely worth the read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Scarlett&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511RZ6phyDL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Because it&amp;#39;s a sequel to Gone With the Wind! If you were like me and skipped two days of shool to read Gone With the Wind, you didn&amp;#39;t want it to end just like that. You&amp;#39;ll want  closure! I spent weeks looking for this book! I also skipped school to read it! It&amp;#39;s closure to an awesome book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14734"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14734"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14734" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8146948534986245566?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8146948534986245566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8146948534986245566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8146948534986245566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8146948534986245566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/scarlett-is-definitely-worth-read.html' title='Scarlett is definitely worth the read...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-514170768485855816</id><published>2009-06-27T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:44:14.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm saving up for a Palau....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2632882917_1be2522a80.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12453467@N00/2632882917"&gt;Shade&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  An awesome camera and ticket home....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14710"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14710"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14710" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-514170768485855816?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/514170768485855816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=514170768485855816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/514170768485855816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/514170768485855816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-saving-up-for-palau.html' title='I&amp;#39;m saving up for a Palau....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2632882917_1be2522a80_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-954957040996523899</id><published>2009-06-25T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:52:21.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life would make a great comedrama movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I totally made that up! Here&amp;#39;s what I want my life movie to be: a mix of comedy with action-adventure! But truthfully, it&amp;#39;s all drama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14652"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14652"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14652" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-954957040996523899?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/954957040996523899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=954957040996523899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/954957040996523899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/954957040996523899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-would-make-great-comedrama.html' title='My life would make a great comedrama movie'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4230969843415667998</id><published>2009-06-23T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:45:24.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my quirks: Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Road Rage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If I'm driving, I have a slight case of road rage. Only against really really really bad drivers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I'm not driving,I'm probably knocked out 3/4ths of the driving part of the trip! As much as I am excited about road trips, it always happens!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14560"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14560"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14560" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4230969843415667998?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4230969843415667998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4230969843415667998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4230969843415667998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4230969843415667998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-my-quirks-road-rage.html' title='One of my quirks: Road Rage'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3557168951587835322</id><published>2009-06-18T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:11:43.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying eyeglasses online!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Sjsd6yWFJtI/AAAAAAAAACg/AcTmmd0VMz8/s1600-h/DSCF4058_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Sjsd6yWFJtI/AAAAAAAAACg/AcTmmd0VMz8/s320/DSCF4058_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348901878216599250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crazy website I found! You can buy eyeglasses for less than $20.00! All kinds of face flattering shapes! They have a very user friendly website! I ordered some eyeglasses for my husband, and the total cost was $30 some dollars! And that was with shipping cost! The website is www.optical4less.com!Ben with his awesome glasses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3557168951587835322?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3557168951587835322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3557168951587835322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3557168951587835322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3557168951587835322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/buying-eyeglasses-online.html' title='Buying eyeglasses online!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Sjsd6yWFJtI/AAAAAAAAACg/AcTmmd0VMz8/s72-c/DSCF4058_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-422118128260068314</id><published>2009-06-18T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:41:50.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams. dreams, and bad dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Being murdered. Someone cut my throat and left me to die. I bled to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was a little awkward. It could mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  Violent end.Loss of control over a situation.Sorrow and failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt; End of a cycle. Something is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was about a month ago. But I don&amp;#39;t have anything that ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maybe it was the end of my dreams. Lately I can&amp;#39;t remember my dreams when I wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14282"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14282"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14282" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-422118128260068314?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/422118128260068314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=422118128260068314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/422118128260068314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/422118128260068314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-dreams-and-bad-dreams.html' title='Dreams. dreams, and bad dreams...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-579653330258393332</id><published>2009-06-17T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:43:24.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons....</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treat others the way you want to be treated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Very self explanatory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always keep an open mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don't judge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty is the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A lesson I learned from my dad. He's in politics but he's so ruthlessly honest that the other members hate him. They even went out of their way to slander him. The funny thing is my dad won by a landslide!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14217"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14217"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14217" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-579653330258393332?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/579653330258393332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=579653330258393332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/579653330258393332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/579653330258393332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-lessons.html' title='Life lessons....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2032747330456317768</id><published>2009-06-15T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:48:21.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy cookies and watch the sunset....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/479627824_9a4c849353.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7772108@N03/479627824"&gt;Sunset balloon flight&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Sugar, spice, and everything nice! I will sell cookies and awesome pictures of sunsets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:14127"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/14127"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=14127" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2032747330456317768?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2032747330456317768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2032747330456317768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2032747330456317768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2032747330456317768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/buy-cookies-and-watch-sunset.html' title='Buy cookies and watch the sunset....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/479627824_9a4c849353_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2942104042744542725</id><published>2009-06-11T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:04:20.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flight to the Fiji Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?sensor=false&amp;amp;markers=-16.626822,179.017933,red&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;zoom=16&amp;amp;center=-16.6268225,179.0179332&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;size=400x300" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  tropical island. warm weather all year round. next to australia and new zealand. blue waters everywhere.c&amp;#39;mon it&amp;#39;s a great place to spend your money and days just lazing around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13959"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13959"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13959" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2942104042744542725?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2942104042744542725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2942104042744542725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2942104042744542725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2942104042744542725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/flight-to-fiji-islands.html' title='A Flight to the Fiji Islands'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7257549120811746529</id><published>2009-06-10T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:43:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Jane Eyre' all the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Jane+Eyre&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21k2OYD7hpL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  In high school, my guardians were English Lit. teachers. They had an awesome collection of the classics. I read most of the them. I feel like now is the time to go back to reading those kind of books. Besides this is an awesome book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13919"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13919"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13919" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7257549120811746529?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7257549120811746529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7257549120811746529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7257549120811746529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7257549120811746529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyre-all-way.html' title='&amp;#39;Jane Eyre&amp;#39; all the way!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7962116189639368396</id><published>2009-06-09T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:36:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Concerts In Iraq...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Free concert in Camp Liberty,Baghdad. 2008.He sounds way better live!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Bash &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Free concert in Camp Victory, Baghdad.2008. His dancers were very energetic!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Purrfect Angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Iraq.2007.Some kind of dance group. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13875"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13875"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13875" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7962116189639368396?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7962116189639368396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7962116189639368396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7962116189639368396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7962116189639368396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/fee-concerts-in-iraq.html' title='Free Concerts In Iraq...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3046711935630469652</id><published>2009-06-08T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:52:35.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is... I hate it and I want to change it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  This was when I was little. My parents wanted a unique spelling for my name but I think they went a little crazy. It always ended with people mispronouncing it. It drove me crazy. I wanted to change my name to Gardenia. Looking back it&amp;#39;s not any better than my given name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13834"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13834"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13834" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3046711935630469652?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3046711935630469652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3046711935630469652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3046711935630469652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3046711935630469652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-my-name-is-i-hate-my-and-i-want.html' title='Hello, my name is... I hate it and I want to change it...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5778169800053510513</id><published>2009-05-31T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:18:25.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talents include...darts, photography, and spelling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/214316359_1f7226c0cf.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62223880@N00/214316359"&gt;Darts and cobwebs&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Not a talent, and not hidden. I am pretty awesome at darts. Call out a number or spot, and I can hit it! I am pretty good at taking awesome pictures! And I&amp;#39;m great at spelling! I used to earn my money in high school by joining the spelling bees. C&amp;#39;mon, a $100 in an hour is easy money!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13435"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13435"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13435" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5778169800053510513?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5778169800053510513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5778169800053510513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5778169800053510513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5778169800053510513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/talents-includedarts-photography-and.html' title='Talents include...darts, photography, and spelling.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/214316359_1f7226c0cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-620109350360239621</id><published>2009-05-30T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:07:24.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclectic Wedding Mix!</title><content type='html'>p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;    &lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Turn+your+lights+down+low+Bob+Marley&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;        &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51q5mPwuP4L._SS250_.jpg" style="max-width: 125px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 135px; padding: 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Turn+your+lights+down+low+Bob+Marley&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/a&gt;      by      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Turn+your+lights+down+low&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon"&gt;Turn your lights down low&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 135px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      This is so awesome!!    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;    &lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Banana+Pancakes+Jack+Johnson&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;        &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/610mhCsfsbL._SS250_.jpg" style="max-width: 125px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 135px; padding: 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Banana+Pancakes+Jack+Johnson&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/a&gt;      by      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Banana+Pancakes&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon"&gt;Banana Pancakes&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 135px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      Listen to the lyrics!!    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;    &lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Norah+Jones++Come+Away+With+Me&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;        &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51yaMU-aISL._SS250_.jpg" style="max-width: 125px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 135px; padding: 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Norah+Jones++Come+Away+With+Me&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;Come Away With Me&lt;/a&gt;      by      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Norah+Jones+&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon"&gt;Norah Jones &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 135px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Such a great song!/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13422"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13422"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13422" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-620109350360239621?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/620109350360239621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=620109350360239621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/620109350360239621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/620109350360239621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/electic-wedding-mix.html' title='Eclectic Wedding Mix!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-9100248974193320702</id><published>2009-05-30T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:48:40.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are jerks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  I like to think that there is a little bit of goodness in everyone... until today! I went out only to find out that someone hit my parked car and didn&amp;#39;t even leave a note! I was so mad that I was shaking! I woke up my poor husband(he works nights and he was knocked out). I called the police. I asked my neighbors. Of course, no one saw anything! Finally, the cop arrived and I filled out a report. Then he started to look around... That&amp;#39;s when the woman who hit me came out and told him she hit me. Are you freaking kidding me?!!! A note with your insurance info on my windshield would have been the right thing to do!! I wanted to sue her and have her charged with hit and run, and fleeing the scene of the crime. Test my knowledge! I watch a lot of crime dramas! My husband told me that if they give her a citation her insurance would go up. I&amp;#39;m sorry but someone like that deserves something bad to happen to her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13421"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13421"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13421" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-9100248974193320702?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9100248974193320702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=9100248974193320702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/9100248974193320702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/9100248974193320702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-are-jerks.html' title='People are jerks!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1829048813560449649</id><published>2009-05-30T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:15:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wardrobe by ROSS, OLD NAVY, Forever21...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?sensor=false&amp;amp;markers=34.609158,-98.422374,red&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;zoom=16&amp;amp;center=34.6091583,-98.4223742&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;size=400x300" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I love their awesome prices on dresses, shorts, tops, and flip flops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love cotton t-shirts from Old Navy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love jewelry from Forever21 and CharlotteRusse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I used to love jeans from Aeropostale... they had short for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13390"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13390"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13390" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1829048813560449649?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1829048813560449649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1829048813560449649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1829048813560449649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1829048813560449649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/wardrobe-by-ross-old-navy-forever21.html' title='Wardrobe by ROSS, OLD NAVY, Forever21...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1204792245425172908</id><published>2009-05-26T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:16:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance should be a crime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/1784246301_e8ae16c281.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14696088@N04/1784246301"&gt;ignorance&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Ignorance. At least make an attempt to gather information before passing any judgment, opinions, or suggestions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13220"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13220"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13220" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1204792245425172908?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1204792245425172908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1204792245425172908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1204792245425172908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1204792245425172908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignorance-should-be-crime.html' title='Ignorance should be a crime...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/1784246301_e8ae16c281_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-9125113822271229888</id><published>2009-05-26T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:11:32.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Monster's Inc.' deserves to be watched over and over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Monster%27s+Inc.&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd" title="Grab this movie from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51WP3iZYpLL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  It&amp;#39;s freaking awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13219"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13219"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13219" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-9125113822271229888?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9125113822271229888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=9125113822271229888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/9125113822271229888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/9125113822271229888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/inc-deserves-to-be-watched-over-and.html' title='&amp;#39;Monster&amp;#39;s Inc.&amp;#39; deserves to be watched over and over'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4983812538455215387</id><published>2009-05-24T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:02:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great sense of humor is a must in a friend!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A great sense of humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I rather have someone laugh with me than just stare at me crazily when I say something or see something funny! It has happened! The stare crazy part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13133"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13133"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13133" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4983812538455215387?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4983812538455215387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4983812538455215387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4983812538455215387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4983812538455215387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-sense-of-humor-is-must-in-friend.html' title='A great sense of humor is a must in a friend!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4244090943968748385</id><published>2009-05-21T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:21:36.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get lost in 'To Kill A Mockingbird' at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=To+Kill+A+Mockingbird&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41tM-qZoV6L._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  It&amp;#39;s a classic! It&amp;#39;s a beautiful book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:13012"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/13012"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=13012" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4244090943968748385?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4244090943968748385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4244090943968748385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4244090943968748385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4244090943968748385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-lost-in-kill-mockingbird-at-beach.html' title='Get lost in &amp;#39;To Kill A Mockingbird&amp;#39; at the beach'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4893200935965160037</id><published>2009-05-19T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:19:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha will love my A simple fried rice or homemade potato salad..</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A simple fried rice or homemade potato salad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Uuuhh... those two are the only things that I can make.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12968"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12968"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12968" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4893200935965160037?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4893200935965160037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4893200935965160037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4893200935965160037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4893200935965160037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/martha-will-love-my-simple-fried-rice.html' title='Martha will love my A simple fried rice or homemade potato salad..'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1009005511601134245</id><published>2009-05-17T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:34:51.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the graduating class of 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  My sister is graduating this year. My advice to her...Treat others the way you wanna be treated. It&amp;#39;s gonna be lost on her because she&amp;#39;s so gangster but one can hope. And one more thing, make true friends. And don&amp;#39;t join the military right after high school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12931"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12931"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12931" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1009005511601134245?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1009005511601134245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1009005511601134245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1009005511601134245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1009005511601134245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-graduating-class-of-2009.html' title='To the graduating class of 2009...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2639200187820696545</id><published>2009-05-16T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:08:54.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis better never to have loved at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  You can&amp;#39;t miss what you never had in the first place! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12853"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12853"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12853" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2639200187820696545?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2639200187820696545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2639200187820696545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2639200187820696545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2639200187820696545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-never-to-have-loved-at-all.html' title='&amp;#39;Tis better never to have loved at all'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2193348460521447218</id><published>2009-05-15T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:44:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart books..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/729822_25ba163c9a.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34427466731@N01/729822"&gt;book shelf project 1 ~ striatic {notes}&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Reading, reading, and reading books! But always fiction! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12777"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12777"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12777" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2193348460521447218?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2193348460521447218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2193348460521447218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2193348460521447218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2193348460521447218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-books.html' title='I heart books..'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/729822_25ba163c9a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5629695816077846708</id><published>2009-05-14T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:25:17.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meers Restaurant has the best peach cobbler and homemade ice cream!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?sensor=false&amp;amp;markers=34.558336,-98.632829,red&amp;amp;zoom=16&amp;amp;center=34.558336,-98.632829&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;size=400x300" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  OMG! You have to be there to appreciate it! It is so GOOD!It&amp;#39;s ridiculous!! It&amp;#39;s a cliche but... it&amp;#39;s like heaven on earth!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They have pretty awesome burgers too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12657"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12657"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12657" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5629695816077846708?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5629695816077846708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5629695816077846708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5629695816077846708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5629695816077846708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/meers-restaurant-has-best-peach-cobbler.html' title='Meers Restaurant has the best peach cobbler and homemade ice cream!!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-964472311226981177</id><published>2009-05-12T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:51:03.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't travel without My pink blanket from Old Navy..</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My pink blanket from Old Navy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It has a big green moose/deer in the middle of it. It's the right size for me. It's so nice and warm. A couple years ago, I was in an airport in Houston waiting for a flight to Iraq when I had my pink blanket. I was huddled on the plastic chairs with it when this lady wanted to tell me that pink wasn't such a soldier's color! That it wasn't in regulation! Are you serious, lady?!! I been stuck here for 9 hours and you wanna talk about regulations?!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12568"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12568"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12568" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-964472311226981177?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/964472311226981177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=964472311226981177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/964472311226981177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/964472311226981177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-travel-without-my-pink-blanket.html' title='I can&amp;#39;t travel without My pink blanket from Old Navy..'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-106247916399918400</id><published>2009-05-11T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:11:47.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months in Iraq wasn't as bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  A 15th month tour in Iraq wasn&amp;#39;t as bad. It started out bad. I just came back from a year tour there. After 6 months, I was told I was going back with people I didn&amp;#39;t even know! And for longer! I was so angry and depressed. I made up my mind to be nice and friendly though. It isn&amp;#39;t much of a choice when everybody has a weapon and live ammo. It turned out good though. I made some awesome friends, got better at my job, learned to drive heavy machinery, and did some great shopping over there! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12501"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12501"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12501" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-106247916399918400?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/106247916399918400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=106247916399918400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/106247916399918400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/106247916399918400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-months-in-iraq-wasn-as-bad.html' title='15 months in Iraq wasn&amp;#39;t as bad...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-6564667435083820343</id><published>2009-05-10T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:18:48.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A horribly sprained ankle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  A horribly sprained ankle! It&amp;#39;s so awful! Even putting it in a bucketful of ice water made me cry even more! It was so painful that I had no control over my tears! I was bawling my eyes out getting on the bus, limping in to the clinic, and that hour long walk to my tent! It wasn&amp;#39;t even a mile away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12453"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12453"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12453" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-6564667435083820343?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6564667435083820343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=6564667435083820343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6564667435083820343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6564667435083820343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/horribly-sprained-ankle.html' title='A horribly sprained ankle....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5755975484756881702</id><published>2009-05-10T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:26:31.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/15649426_5ead357976.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11399912@N00/15649426"&gt;Journal&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I love writing on paper. For me... It&amp;#39;s really about the kind of pen. I heart heart pens and random office supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I do love writing on paper... I have journals everywhere!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12403"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12403"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12403" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5755975484756881702?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5755975484756881702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5755975484756881702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5755975484756881702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5755975484756881702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/paper.html' title='Paper!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/15649426_5ead357976_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7651883169773135507</id><published>2009-05-08T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:24:50.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd fit in well in 'Seinfeld...Not exactly a movie character..... '</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The characters of Seinfeld makes you wish you had friends like that. It will never be boring ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or mebbe the characters from Scrubs... so funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Seinfeld...Not+exactly+a+movie+character.....+&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd" title="Grab this movie from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41knB25DwsL._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12279"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12279"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12279" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7651883169773135507?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7651883169773135507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7651883169773135507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7651883169773135507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7651883169773135507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-fit-in-well-in-exactly-movie.html' title='I&amp;#39;d fit in well in &amp;#39;Seinfeld...Not exactly a movie character..... &amp;#39;'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7112491405273688551</id><published>2009-05-05T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:09:23.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My shoes says I'm an island girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  I am a flip flops kinda girl! It says that I&amp;#39;m an island chick through and through!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12121"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12121"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12121" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7112491405273688551?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7112491405273688551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7112491405273688551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7112491405273688551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7112491405273688551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-shoes-says-i-island-girl.html' title='My shoes says I&amp;#39;m an island girl...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8209330929453023737</id><published>2009-05-04T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:55:28.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs are freaking awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Dogs are freaking awesome! They are always happy to see you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For as long as I can remember, we always had dogs. At any given time, we had a minimum of two dogs. One time we had four! It was crazy! I always wish they stay puppies forever! I had one named Rambo when I was 4; and another named Sparky when I was 11. I miss them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12043"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12043"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12043" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8209330929453023737?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8209330929453023737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8209330929453023737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8209330929453023737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8209330929453023737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/dogs-are-freaking-awesome.html' title='Dogs are freaking awesome!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7754835823791429865</id><published>2009-05-03T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:45:42.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally drama free at 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Honestly, I was so nice that I had no arch enemies. I was such a good girl nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But 11 is a whole other story.... this chick told everybody that I liked her cousin. It was such a horrible thing at 11. I got someone to chase her down the street with our pet snake from agriculture class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Payback&amp;#39;s a bitch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11951"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11951"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11951" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7754835823791429865?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7754835823791429865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7754835823791429865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7754835823791429865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7754835823791429865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-drama-free-at-10.html' title='Totally drama free at 10!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3116214634922279332</id><published>2009-05-02T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:11:05.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some wannabe Disneyland amusement park in Japan wasn't as fun as you'd think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?sensor=false&amp;amp;markers=40.053624,-76.400006,red&amp;amp;zoom=16&amp;amp;center=40.053624,-76.400006&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;maptype=hybrid&amp;amp;size=400x300" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  just what it was! i do not like roller coasters! the best part of the day was the spinning tea cups!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11904"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11904"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11904" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3116214634922279332?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3116214634922279332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3116214634922279332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3116214634922279332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3116214634922279332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-wannabe-disneyland-amusement-park.html' title='Some wannabe Disneyland amusement park in Japan wasn&amp;#39;t as fun as you&amp;#39;d think'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-488428144698662025</id><published>2009-05-01T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:10:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky will dance you to the ground...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky Martin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What?! He can sing and dance! What?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11843"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11843"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11843" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-488428144698662025?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/488428144698662025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=488428144698662025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/488428144698662025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/488428144698662025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ricky-will-dance-you-to-ground.html' title='Ricky will dance you to the ground...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3120629695310810862</id><published>2009-04-29T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:27:48.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people make me angry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Ok let&amp;#39;s just be honest here first. I have a smart mouth. I am really good at comebacks ansd insults. I spent a 15 month deployment in Iraq and my crew was all guys. I had a lot of time to come up with sarcastic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, one night one of the girls came to work and found us resting. Mind you, we have bee working non stop since we came in 8 hours ago. She cme straight in the office where I was to complain to the supervisor about how we did nothing. Of course, the supervisor didn&amp;#39;t listen to her. He knew my crew made him look good every night. I was so disgusted by her I went out and told everybody what she has done! Everybody was so tired an so angry. But like I said I had a big sarcastic mouth. We ended up in a screaming match. I wasn&amp;#39;t angry that she called me a &amp;quot;fat bitch&amp;quot;; I was more upset over the &amp;quot;lazy bitch&amp;quot; cooment. I told her that when she can fit in my size small uniforms thwn come talk to me about being fat. As for &amp;quot;lazy&amp;quot;, I told her when she gets as much experience as me, then talk to me! Please I had two tours under my belt and I could work every where in that place! As for the bitch part, I can be. Ooooh, I was so mad. But my friends told me not to get down on her level. When everyone heard that story, they were so mean to her. I kind of felt bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Did I mention that I was really nice and everybody like me?! That taught her to be crazy to me next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11771"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11771"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11771" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3120629695310810862?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3120629695310810862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3120629695310810862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3120629695310810862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3120629695310810862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-people-make-me-angry.html' title='Stupid people make me angry!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4370676836301751633</id><published>2009-04-27T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:20:25.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It started right after high school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  4 1/2 years in the Army which included 2 tours to Iraq! And now I&amp;#39;m here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11643"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11643"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11643" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4370676836301751633?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4370676836301751633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4370676836301751633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4370676836301751633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4370676836301751633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-started-right-after-high-school.html' title='It started right after high school...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-849629965547039003</id><published>2009-04-27T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:09:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Military uniforms are taking over my extra bedroom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3308908001_5af3ca7032.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;small style="display:block"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33252741@N08/3308908001"&gt;Colorado Army National Guard&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  A lot of military stuff! Uniforms everywhere... from BDUs, DCUs, and even ACUs! Should really get rid of them but too lazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11639"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11639"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11639" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-849629965547039003?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/849629965547039003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=849629965547039003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/849629965547039003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/849629965547039003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/military-uniforms-are-taking-over-my.html' title='Military uniforms are taking over my extra bedroom!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3308908001_5af3ca7032_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4193518795125914324</id><published>2009-04-25T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:20:20.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luigi's!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?markers=34.606416,-98.422357,red&amp;amp;zoom=16&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;center=34.6064156,-98.4223567&amp;amp;size=400x300&amp;amp;sensor=false" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Their bread! Pizza! Awesome prices for really great food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11502"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11502"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11502" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4193518795125914324?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4193518795125914324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4193518795125914324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4193518795125914324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4193518795125914324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/luigi.html' title='Luigi&amp;#39;s!!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2877570573438150067</id><published>2009-04-23T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:26:04.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions are freaking awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I dunno. Just seems to be the answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11297"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11297"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11297" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2877570573438150067?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2877570573438150067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2877570573438150067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2877570573438150067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2877570573438150067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/lions-are-freaking-awesome.html' title='Lions are freaking awesome!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-6878360263882658731</id><published>2009-04-21T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:58:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll settle for a flying car or a Hovercraft...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  A flying car or mebbe a the hovercraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;C&amp;#39;mon, a flying car... no more road rage bhind some slow driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A hovercraft... you can go on multiple surfaces!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11195"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11195"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11195" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-6878360263882658731?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6878360263882658731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=6878360263882658731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6878360263882658731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6878360263882658731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-settle-for-flying-car-or-hovercraft.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll settle for a flying car or a Hovercraft...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-455770940827798822</id><published>2009-04-19T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:22:49.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rock islands are awesome anytime of the year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so many rocks islands so many different names... so they all will be &amp;quot;The Rock Islands&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#39;s like those beach scenes from the Travel Channel... but so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The water is so clear and so blue! The trees are so green! The sky is endless! The beach sands so white! It&amp;#39;s like the whole place is saturated in colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If it all sounds too good, google it!  :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?markers=7.51498,134.58252,red&amp;amp;zoom=16&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;center=7.51498,134.58252&amp;amp;size=400x300&amp;amp;sensor=false" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:11079"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/11079"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=11079" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-455770940827798822?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/455770940827798822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=455770940827798822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/455770940827798822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/455770940827798822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-islands-are-awesome-anytime-of.html' title='The rock islands are awesome anytime of the year!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8786728933534319349</id><published>2009-04-17T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:29:42.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the rescue ship comes, I'll tell 'em: Take me home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  If there is no tv to watch mindless crime dramas, then I am not staying! If there is no freezer full of ice cream, then I am not staying! The whole one companion thing is gonna drive me crazy!! You need different people for different kinds of conversation! But I might be convinced to stay awhile if they had millions of books....    i heart books  :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:10908"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10908"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10908" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8786728933534319349?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8786728933534319349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8786728933534319349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8786728933534319349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8786728933534319349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-rescue-ship-comes-i-tell-take-me.html' title='When the rescue ship comes, I&amp;#39;ll tell &amp;#39;em: Take me home'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-2673371379748569564</id><published>2009-04-17T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:52:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 words: CRIME DRAMA TELEVISION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  So many things to do but I&amp;#39;ll probably just end up watching crime dramas! I know it&amp;#39;s so awful but I tell myself that I&amp;#39;ll need that &amp;quot;knowledge&amp;quot; one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:10864"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10864"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10864" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-2673371379748569564?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2673371379748569564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=2673371379748569564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2673371379748569564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/2673371379748569564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-words-crime-drama-television.html' title='3 words: CRIME DRAMA TELEVISION!!'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5428408584566162225</id><published>2009-04-15T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:42:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next scene features</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I put the bloody knife on the counter and turn to walk away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:10690"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10690"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10690" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5428408584566162225?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5428408584566162225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5428408584566162225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5428408584566162225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5428408584566162225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-scene-features.html' title='The next scene features'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-6159313946910526001</id><published>2009-04-12T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:27:40.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First rule of relationships: Don't make someone a priority when they only consider you an option.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make someone a priority when they only consider you an option.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Self explanatory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:10351"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10351"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10351" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-6159313946910526001?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6159313946910526001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=6159313946910526001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6159313946910526001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6159313946910526001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-rule-of-relationships-don-make.html' title='First rule of relationships: Don&amp;#39;t make someone a priority when they only consider you an option.'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4137787347160412416</id><published>2009-04-12T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:28:13.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, sugar, ice tea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  I am so horrible at sweet-talking! It always ends up as blackmail or a bribe.   :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:10270"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10270"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10270" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4137787347160412416?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4137787347160412416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4137787347160412416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4137787347160412416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4137787347160412416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2009/04/honey-sugar-ice-tea.html' title='Honey, sugar, ice tea...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8349456094982832354</id><published>2008-07-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:10:09.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Act of Kindness Made Me Wear Shoes</title><content type='html'>at 118 degrees at noon time, no one has an appetite. the other day this was the case so i decided that for lunch i was going to sit in my trailer and cool off. i had just walked in and took off my boots when someone knocked. i open the door and it's one of my neighbors. looking at him, you knew he was foreign and of middle eastern descent. he spoke  good english with a heavy accent.  we had been neighbors for about year and we have never been anything but polite. i knew he drove an older model bmw and i assumed he was a intrepeter. in his hand he had a broom and a dust pan. he proceeded to tell me that he had seen a snake go under my trailer, he wanted to me to stay in my trailer and not be bothered if i hear him under the trailer. a couple thumps later, he knocks again  and shows me this baby ( he was big for a baby snake) snake that he had killed with his broom and dust pan.he didn'tknow if it was poisonous but he didn't want us to walk out there late at night going to the bathroom and get bitten. we do that a lot. just walk out there in flimsy flip flops. i thought that a really kind thing to do. he could have just let it go under my trailer, not even tell me, and just mind his business. he went out of his way to gather his broom and chase it down. before he left, he told me to tell all my battle buddies to wear shoes and leave the outside light on at night. it doesn't get any kinder than that. so now whenever i go outside, i wear shoes. for those who know me, you know i'm an island girl who has been wearing flip flops since like forever! that random act of kindness has made me wear shoes....and not only that, it made me paranoid. just last night what i thought was the baby snake's momma out to get me was just a corner of a sandbag sticking out of the ground! talk about crazy paranoid! i grew up on a island,  and i never really put too much thought into snakes when i was trailing behind my father in the forest or when i was going through tall grass. sometimes i was just barefoot! i come to iraq and i start freaking about snakes...ain't that some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.  ~Malayan Proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my neighbor who's random act of kindness made me wear shoes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8349456094982832354?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8349456094982832354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8349456094982832354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8349456094982832354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8349456094982832354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-act-of-kindness-made-me-wear.html' title='A Random Act of Kindness Made Me Wear Shoes'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-6819264926947507668</id><published>2008-04-25T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:22:38.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Big and Perky"</title><content type='html'>We all know which organization I belong to. Wait, make that enslaved to for the next couple months. Eight months to be exact. Well, let me tell you one of the reasons why I'm definitely getting out. This morning at about one a.m., I was told that I had a weigh in at five thirty! For all you out there, it means that if you don't weigh what "they" say you're supposed to weigh, you get taped. Basically, you're going to get measured. This is all done to a set of regulations and stuff. I'm short and according to rules and regulations, I'm supposed to weigh a certain amount. I'm not even going to tell you cause it's ridiculous. I haven't even weighed that since I was in the third grade or something. Well anyways no big news I got weighed and taped. Who cares if I passed? There are way bigger people than me in this organization! Let someone try to tell me I'm fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this craziness, I decided that since I was up already I'll go to the PX (fancy-schmancy name for military store). My roomate decides she wants to go to. We're in front the frozen food section. And yes people, frozen food has made it to Iraq! My roomate who lives on lunch meat, was grabbing frozen bread or something when I spied something. Tortillas! I was animatedly telling her this when she stopped to ask me what she was going to do with them?! I  went into this crazy rant about how she was a fake Mexican. Some guy was passing by and he couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. Same thing happened in the canned food aisle. Same guy just happened to be there while I was ranting to my roomate. She put back a can of soup because it had BEANS in it! I 'm not racist at all, but I noticed a pattern in all my Hispanic friends. They barely speak a smidgen of the Spanish language, and they're not very gung-ho about the food. It's cool though. Because I get all the Mexican candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting at the bus stop when we noticed this girl. She looked like the rest of us. Black shorts, grey short sleeved shirt, and tennis shoes. Except she had these really long and big eyelashes, and tons and tons of eye makeup. It's so hot out here that there's no point of makeup. It'll just melt off your face. She gets up to leave. As she's passing by, I couldn't resist a closer inspection on her lashes. We had a  male co-worker across from us who looked, too. We were talking about whether her lashes were fake or not when both my roomate and the guy started looking confused. They asked me what the hell was I talking about. Her lashes. They just looked at me and burst out laughing. They were talking about the authenticity of her breasts! The whole time I'm going on about her lashes! Who noticed she had breasts?! Apparently, the guy did and my roomate was calling him out. According to the guy, they were a little too "big and perky" to be real.I should mention that this girl was skinny, too. After I looked, I decided that they did look awkward on her frame. So "Big and Perky" gets on the same bus, she's talking to one of her girl friends about how she came about. Get this! This girl remembered to bring her I.D. card and her tube of  MASCARA,  but forgot her wallet!  Are you serious?!!! Nothing suprises me anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lemme just grab my mascara just in case, my face melts off in that heat. Yeah, I probably won't need my wallet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-6819264926947507668?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6819264926947507668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=6819264926947507668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6819264926947507668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6819264926947507668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-and-perky.html' title='&quot;Big and Perky&quot;'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3275140917454258249</id><published>2008-04-22T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:28:10.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry scented shampoo</title><content type='html'>she thought to herself i could just walk from him. i could just walk away. but what is holding me back she asks herself. she's in the shower washing her hair with strawberry scented shampoo at 5 am in the morning. she should have been asleep a long time ago. she lost track on her train of thought in sweet fresh strawberry scent. she goes back to it as she washes it out. if i walk away, where would i go? i have nowhere to go. no one to lean on. all i have is superficial connections that are fragile already. it's better to stay. that was her last thought as she steps out of the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3275140917454258249?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3275140917454258249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3275140917454258249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3275140917454258249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3275140917454258249'/><link rel='alternate' 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back the very next day. so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to what happened today... we do this every once in a while when things are slow, we do a "cinnabon run".  i give my order and cashier gives me the total : $15.70. then i realized i didn't have enough money! so i turn around to ask the other person i came with for a dollar. mind you, it was a busy night for cinnabon and it was crammed full of people! he comes up to me and tells me that he doesn't have cash. in all the confusion, a kbr guy gave a dollar. i said thank you in my most beauty pageant voice. i even threw a "you're so nice!" in there, too! i even gave him back his change in pogs complete with a breathless "thank you". he got his order first, turns around and thanks us for "everything that we do and for supporting our country". or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, am i gonna be one of those people when i get out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later  we were talking about how that stranger was so nice to give me a dollar. when this question came up... was he just being nice or was he being nice because i was a girl? the guy i went with to cinnabon said it was because i was a girl. he says he's never ever been extended such courtesy. i don't care. he was being nice. i absolutely believe in random acts of kindness. besides that, i don't genderize kindness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-119775438113634001?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/119775438113634001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=119775438113634001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in and out of the room several times i did not even stir. it was some good sleep, too. very much needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6 pm cause i really really had to use the bathroom. i took a nice shower and put on my summer PTs. for all of you out there enjoying your civilian clothes, believe me count it as a blessing. i wear my uniforms all the time, so a chance to wear PTs is just heavenly. it was awesome weather too! balmy with just the right amount of breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every wednesday is steak and shrimp night at the dfac! it's the only day of the week where the dfac is so crowded that even the most non claustrophic person feels a bit claustrophic. i convinced my roomate to go with me. it wasn't hard. all i had to do was tell her it was steak and shrimp night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i ate my steak, catfish, and most of my roomate's shrimp, we decided to go to the px to buy some cherry m n' ms. limited edition and my new obsession. we got there and we found out that there was a show going on at 2000. we decided to stay a bit and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the Purrrfect Angels. and no, i have never heard of them. apparently they are a group of girl dancers that have shows all over the country. we were standing there when my roomate decides to make an observation. we were among the very few population of chicks in the whole crowd. there was us and then there was a group of five girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about the crowd which was 98.2 percent males. you think they would be very excited and loud about a bunch of scantily dressed dancers?! no! they were the most unresponsive crowd ever! god military crowds are the most unresponsive!! i wanted to jump around, yell, and play air guitar! something to liven up the crowd. i couldn't do it. it would have been awkward. i was standing by myself (roomate's in the phone center). it would have looked crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well whatever, i got to do it. not the jumping around or the air guitar part. the yelling and clapping really loud. i saw my friend pulido and then his twin brother came over. so i decided it was safe to be loud cause i convinced them to do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to the Purrfect Angels and their crazy dances routines that made me kinda slow. but totally envious of their civilian clothes. and totally awed at how fast they changed wardrobes. and oh yeah, definitely cool points for the song: "save a horse, ride a cowboy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3201294879000104636?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3201294879000104636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3408783219840392489</id><published>2007-10-17T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:13:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a myspace message from my husband about our turtle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Oct 16, 2007 11:20 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:&lt;/strong&gt; wellll.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body: &lt;/strong&gt; Ted put his big boy pants on today. during his hated tank cleaning today he took it upon himself to believe that he didn't need to stay in his tupperware bowl. i saw him just in time and shook it to get his front legs off so he wouldn't go tumbling out. he's already outgrown his cup and now he's too big for his bowl. i need to get him a deep dish bowl for tank cleanies. and Freckle still hates me for a full 24 hours after his tank cleanies. he doesn't even want food for a full day. when he sees me he glares at me and refuses to eat food. until he forgets the day after. he's the most tank clean hating grudge keeping fish in the world. well it's late as the world and i'm going to sleep. i love you mine. gnite :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes me laugh with his little messages about our pet turtle...&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so much :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3408783219840392489?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3408783219840392489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3408783219840392489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>This is from yesterday... October 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attack at US base in Iraq kills 2&lt;br /&gt;AP - 1 hour, 15 minutes ago &lt;br /&gt;BAGHDAD - A series of rockets or mortar rounds struck Camp Victory, killing two members of the U.S.-led coalition and wounding 40 other people on the sprawling headquarters for U.S. forces in Iraq, the military said Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing but something like this to happen that jars you back to reality. It just grabs a hold and yanks you violently back to reality. I was just starting to think that this was just going to be like my last deployment. Laid back. A mortar attack every now and then. One died from an IED in my entire battalion. I was really just starting to think that this wasn't going to be too bad. Shows that you should never be too complacent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to REALITY now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-164018497631190522?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/164018497631190522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=164018497631190522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/164018497631190522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/164018497631190522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1540014771256042841</id><published>2007-10-07T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:43:19.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the manuscript says....</title><content type='html'>"...whenever people cross our paths, there is always a message for us. Chance encounters do not exist. But how we respond to these encounters determines whether we're able to receive the message. If we have a conversation with someone who crosses our path and we do not see a message pertaining to our questions, it doesn't mean there was no message. It only means we missed it for some reeason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from The Celestine Prophecy &lt;br /&gt;   by James Redffield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1540014771256042841?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1540014771256042841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1540014771256042841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1540014771256042841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1540014771256042841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/10/manuscript-says.html' title='the manuscript says....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7583839541396426976</id><published>2007-10-06T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:46:44.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue ice cream</title><content type='html'>recently we had to attend a stress management class. the army's big on those kind of things. classes for everything out there. in the stress managemnt class, thye are about one of the stressors... our chief/main boss has a reputation of being a difficult lady to work with. everybody's feelings about her came out in that class. even some violent ones. the lady who was teaching the class told us to concentrate on something besides our violent feelings toward her when she's speaking to us. the lady teacher was trying trying to cage just how far our feeling s for chief... she told us to imagine what we would hink if chief came up to us and said "blue ice cream". let me tell you how awful all our thoughts were: "fuck, where am i gonna get blue ice cream?", and "i gotta get her blue icee cream fast!". we didn't even stop to think if it existed. that's how crazy she is. the chief. &lt;br /&gt;this happened a couple weeks ago but i just remembered how crazy it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7583839541396426976?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7583839541396426976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7583839541396426976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7583839541396426976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7583839541396426976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-ice-cream.html' title='blue ice cream'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4407254139352204892</id><published>2007-09-30T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:35:00.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraq... 3 Months Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffff"&gt;so we been here for like three months now.... still living in tents and still no days off.  lemme talk about what happened last nite at work. actually it starts way before last nite. it start the nite before last nite when i fell out a storage connex and twisted my ankle really bad. i should have taken it as a sign of what kinda day it was gonna turn out... it turned out i couldn't walk and i cried when i was trying to get on th bus to go to the aid station.  all they did was immerse my foot in ice water (very painful and traumatic experience), and to add insult they gave 325mg tylenol!!! i was in pain and that's all i got. oh yeah and an ankle brace. so last nite when i hobbled to work  it was hurting bad :( .  so like i said i should have taken it as a sign when i fell... so last nite at 2 am when the electricity went off in the warehouse and the entire post, i shouldn't have  been suprised. i was scared out of  my mind. did i mention that i'm really scared of the dark? when the lights started to off one by one i thought it was my co-worker trying to be funny.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffff"&gt;when i found out it wasn't him, that's when i started to really freak out. we had no way of communicating anyone and no where to go. we haven't been briefed on what to do in that situation. after a while we decided he needed to tell someone since i was in no position to go. he left finally after bringing me my weapon (M16a4) and a big spotlight. i slowly hobbled my way to the middle of the yard armed with a flashlight, a spotlight, a radio tuned to the ecp channel...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffff"&gt;i was so scared out of my mind! after a while, the lights came back on. my co-worker came back and told me that the commander had delayed him by asking him why he joined the army and something else about leadership literature!!! i was pissed! there i was in the dark terrified out of my mind and that loser wants to get deep! after while,it was okay but mind you, i still had the flashlight next to me the whole time until sunrise.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4407254139352204892?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4407254139352204892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4407254139352204892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4407254139352204892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4407254139352204892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/09/iraq-3-months-later.html' title='Iraq... 3 Months Later...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-919545199911850784</id><published>2007-06-18T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:04.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walmart Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RndLzVbZVDI/AAAAAAAAABA/yxfBWAQ5FIM/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077610450180985906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RndLzVbZVDI/AAAAAAAAABA/yxfBWAQ5FIM/s320/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today the funniest thing happened to me... Today is Ben's birthday, and all he wanted was a mini sd card for his phone. He said the only place we can get it is Walmart electronics section. So late afternoon, we go off to Walmart. So when he off to find his mini sd card, I decided we needed some cookware. So there I was in the cookware aisle, when this ssg started talking to me about enlisting in the army. Oh he was slick with it. He first started asking if I was still in school. I immediately corrected him. Army. Three years going on. He started asking me if I knew anyone who would want to join the Army. I told him that I would not even wish it on my enemies. Then I walked away. Later when I told Ben about the recruiter in Walmart, we had a good laugh about it. You see... we really would not wish it on our enemies. It was just funny the way recruiters try to tell me about the army life. Believe me; I know. Too well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-919545199911850784?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/919545199911850784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=919545199911850784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/919545199911850784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/919545199911850784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/06/walmart-incident.html' title='The Walmart Incident'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RndLzVbZVDI/AAAAAAAAABA/yxfBWAQ5FIM/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-87155788854534068</id><published>2007-06-10T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:31:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Johnny Classic Joke</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny asked the librarian how to use the card catalog. After pouring over the little drawers full of cards he approached the librarian again, wanting to know how to spell "tequila.""T-e-q-u-i-l-a," spelled the librarian, and Little Johnny went back to his search.A short time later he came to the desk, looking quite upset. "I just can't find it." he said."What book are you looking for?" the librarian asked."Tequila Mockingbird."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-87155788854534068?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/87155788854534068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=87155788854534068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/87155788854534068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/87155788854534068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-johnny-classic-joke.html' title='A Little Johnny Classic Joke'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-6021711740846700399</id><published>2007-05-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:33:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Escape of My Fishy.....</title><content type='html'>Today I got married to my boyfriend Ben of a year and half.  Well actually, it'll be exactly a year and half in three more days. We rushed to the courthouse right after work. It was like three thirty p.m.; Ben had called earlier and had been told that the judge leaves at four thirty. When we got there,the lady told us that there was a sixty dollar fee for the license. Cash. No checks. Between the both of us, we had $43.oo. We ran across the street to an ATM machine. Got the cash. Got our license. Went to the fourth floor for the judge to officiate it. He was a nice judge. Ten minutes later, I was Mrs. Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;So today was good so far. Then when we were in my room, I noticed my fish' tank was dirty. I decided I was going to change it. Before I go on any farther, I have or had a dark purple with a tinge of blue beta fish named Mr. Grumpy Gills by Ben. I picked up his tank, brought it to the bathroom sink and proceeded to pour out the dirty water. You know what happened next... before I could put him in the backup container, he fell into the bowl and wriggled halfway into the drain! I tried to grab him but ended up scraping his side. I looked and saw the purple skin under my fingernails and cried out for Ben. He tried but couldn't get it. Then we called my roommate Ana. She, in her attempt, actually pulled out the drain thingy and next thing I know....Fishy's gone! I felt so bad. Mr. Grumpy Gills ( I call him Fishy) thought he was escaping to a better place. That's what my roommate said. " All drains lead to the ocean." Is that what Fishy thought? Was I a bad human? My roommate and my newly wed husband thought it was funny to throw in phrases from " Finding Nemo". It wasn't funny to me. I really wanted to it to work out. New husband, new apartment, and new pet.  The really sad thing is I never took a picture of him. My Fishy, I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-6021711740846700399?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6021711740846700399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=6021711740846700399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6021711740846700399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/6021711740846700399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/05/escape-of-my-fishy.html' title='The Escape of My Fishy.....'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1175442843856360421</id><published>2007-05-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:04.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Rj1KDXyu1LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FduPePTgn4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Rj1KDXyu1LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FduPePTgn4Y/s320/IMG_1269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061282978021168306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't time on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1175442843856360421?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1175442843856360421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1175442843856360421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1175442843856360421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1175442843856360421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Rj1KDXyu1LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FduPePTgn4Y/s72-c/IMG_1269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-4037317210928313304</id><published>2007-05-03T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:04.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of the perfect day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RjqyOHyu1JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0jDo8mGruMQ/s1600-h/IMG_1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RjqyOHyu1JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0jDo8mGruMQ/s400/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060553086983918738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is what I imagine a perfect day would feel and look like. Absolutely perfect. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-4037317210928313304?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4037317210928313304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=4037317210928313304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4037317210928313304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/4037317210928313304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dream-of-perfect-day.html' title='I dream of the perfect day...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RjqyOHyu1JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0jDo8mGruMQ/s72-c/IMG_1776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-7272929397546809010</id><published>2007-05-02T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:32:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>Most days is not a good day for me. I used to be an optimistic person. Always looking for the bright side. The rainbow after the rain. I guess the places especially the most recent, and some people you meet along the way break you down. I know what you might be thinking. That if you are strong enough then you'll overcome anything that tries to bring you down. I used to be a firm believer in that. Not so much anymore. On some rare good days, maybe. It's just that when the same shit keeps happening over and over and the serenity prayer stops working... you get jaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-7272929397546809010?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7272929397546809010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=7272929397546809010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7272929397546809010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/7272929397546809010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/05/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-5435677991471993869</id><published>2007-05-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:41:03.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Reasons Why McDonald's Is Better Than The Army</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm not to keen about being in the Army. So here are some reasons why Mickey D's looking real good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you have to take a piss, you can go take a piss. No questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;2. Better pay.&lt;br /&gt;3. The ability to quit!&lt;br /&gt;4. McDonald's doesn't deploy.&lt;br /&gt;5. They have actual janitors.&lt;br /&gt;6. No McDrills.&lt;br /&gt;7. The grill breaks....You CALL someone to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;8. No time at McDonald's will you hear your boss give a 30 minute dissertation over the P.A. on the importance of being 15 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;9. McDonald's will eventually fire the ***REALLY*** stupid employees.&lt;br /&gt;10. If McDonald's catches fire, you leave.&lt;br /&gt;11. Personnel inspection requirements are written on the door. (no shirt, no shoes, no service)&lt;br /&gt;12. At McDonald's, dislocating your shoulder is not considered getting the "good deal".&lt;br /&gt;13. If you want to buy your boss a beer, thats okay.&lt;br /&gt;14. If you want to tell your boss to "fuck off and just die, just fucking die" that's okay too.&lt;br /&gt;15. There is no Uniform Code of McDonald's Justice to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;16. No one will wake you at 2 in the morning to start the grill.&lt;br /&gt;17. Chances of you getting called back after you get off work are pretty damn slim.&lt;br /&gt;18. $2.99 is a meal price, not a daily wage at McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;19. McDonald's doesn't require a 24 hour Charge of Quarters Duty and Staff Duty.&lt;br /&gt;20. MCDonald's employees get paid for overtime.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to come in to work at 7am only to wait around for an hour for your boss to tell you things you already knew.&lt;br /&gt;22. If you burn a hamburger, they won't take away half a month's pay for two months and restrict you to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;23. You don't have to take apart the shake machine once a quarter, JUST BECAUSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-5435677991471993869?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5435677991471993869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=5435677991471993869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5435677991471993869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/5435677991471993869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/05/25-reasons-why-mcdonalds-is-better-than.html' title='25 Reasons Why McDonald&apos;s Is Better Than The Army'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-1021448679401987872</id><published>2007-04-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:04.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth of the Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Rjaytnyu1HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r9RMP5u67Lw/s1600-h/DSCF0030+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059427728242955378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Rjaytnyu1HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r9RMP5u67Lw/s320/DSCF0030+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it is all true. You come to a certain point in your life and then you realize you are becoming that very person you did not want to become. It's like when you were young and you see a someone or something in a rather bad or awkward situation, and you tell yourself you'll never be that person. That you'll never be in that same situation. You think of what you would do different if God forbid, you would ever for some reason find yourself in that situation. Then you grow up and you do find yourself in the very same situation that you swore you would never be in... Let me tell you... The truth of the reality is very humbling. All those different solutions you thought of long time don't seem to make sense anymore. You realize that way back when you saw that person in that situation, you really didn't understand what that person was going through. And now you are faced with the same situation. In that very person's shoes... The truth of the reality is cold water in your face in the morning at your deepest sleep. It is that screeching cry in the quiet of the night. It jars you, and scares you. Understanding is one of life's hard lessons. Only learned through experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-1021448679401987872?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1021448679401987872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=1021448679401987872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1021448679401987872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/1021448679401987872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth-of-reality.html' title='The Truth of the Reality'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/Rjaytnyu1HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r9RMP5u67Lw/s72-c/DSCF0030+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-8098477294613869491</id><published>2007-04-29T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:33:28.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Cow</title><content type='html'>Last week, I made Ben promise to bake a turkey for me this weekend. ( Ben's my boyfriend soon to be husband.) I go through these food cravings.  So we bought a turkey yesterday. It was our first time baking a turkey. We didn't know we had to defrost it first. Oh yeah, and take out the gizzards. So it's been in the oven for 5 minutes when  he finally read the directions about defrosting the turkey first. So into the fridge the turkey goes, for tomorrow. We forgot ingredients for the gravy. So an early trip to Walmart was planned.&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, we woke up early and went to Walmart as planned. We walked out of Walmart with everything we needed plus extra. A mini German chocolate cake, a whipped cheesecake, and a tray of fried chicken to tide us over until the turkey's done.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the apartment, we pass a field full of cows. I think they belong to the owner of the casino next door to the field.  I'm always fascinated by the cows because where I grew up we didn't have cows. Well, this one particular Sunday morning I noticed that in the sea of black cows, there was this one white cow. Just one. It got me wondering if they had a racism problem. If that one white cow had problems with the other cows.  After all, he is the only white cow in a sea of black cows...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the turkey's  starting to smell really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-8098477294613869491?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8098477294613869491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=8098477294613869491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8098477294613869491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/8098477294613869491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/04/white-cow.html' title='The White Cow'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9013314101152530282.post-3826594724999516730</id><published>2007-04-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:05.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Stop Fighting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RjQaXXyu1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hLnmNjhjjVg/s1600-h/Last+Sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058697270270022754" style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RjQaXXyu1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hLnmNjhjjVg/s320/Last+Sunset.JPG" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e.e. cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9013314101152530282-3826594724999516730?l=belauuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3826594724999516730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9013314101152530282&amp;postID=3826594724999516730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3826594724999516730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9013314101152530282/posts/default/3826594724999516730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belauuel.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-stop-fighting.html' title='Never Stop Fighting...'/><author><name>Mimokl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590092186325224073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s214/Belauuel/IMG_1456.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5PWEKf5HWY/RjQaXXyu1GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hLnmNjhjjVg/s72-c/Last+Sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
