<?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-3859245421937768459</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:24:28.788-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Aza'/><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I tell you my thoughts and exploits.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7003720413476456699</id><published>2010-04-06T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:39:47.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>बेक फ्रॉम सन अंतोनियो.</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know why my Title is in a different language?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It says "Back from San Antonio.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, the 8th to be exact, my big brother went off to San Antonio, Lackland Air Force Base to Basic training. It's been two months and we went down to San Antonio to see him graduate. We started out on Wednesday at 6 A.M and we arrived at Lackland on Thursday at 5:30 with five minutes to spare for orientation. We drove the whole way, and let me tell you what. Driving from NW Iowa to Texas was....well, a pain in the butt, but I thank the Lord that we got there safely! In the orientation they told us about Basics a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for you to think over!&lt;br /&gt;Only 25% out of 100 people who sign up for the Air Force make it in and 8% who do get in drop out in Basics because they can't do it or don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;My brother was in the honored unit(Mean that that unit was the hardest working, smartest, etc). And on top of that he is two ranks higher than almost everyone(All except maybe five). And the whole graduating class was 800 some people! So Eli is pretty much part of an elite force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guh, I'll write more later. I'm just not being able to pay attention to anything much right now :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7003720413476456699?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7003720413476456699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7003720413476456699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7003720413476456699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7003720413476456699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='बेक फ्रॉम सन अंतोनियो.'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4042211568771184983</id><published>2010-01-04T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:59:50.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I did this awhile ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr. B(Wayne Thomas Batson) and CH(Christopher Hopper) have started a contest. I'm an extremely big fan of Mr. B's books, The Door Within, The rise of the Wyrm Lord, and Final Storm!&lt;br /&gt;I sadly, have not read Mr. H's books. But I plan on asking my librarian to get them....but for some reason I keep forgetting every time I go...  Anyway. Over the next few weeks(Or however long it'll be),  It's SUPER amazing, and maybe I'll get a banner or two up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can tell you what Mr. B's book is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan Thomas finds a doorway to another world. Once in the realm, he becomes a knight and then he and a band of others set off to convince their neighbor, Mithegard to become their ally in their war against Paragor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's MR. B's blog &lt;a href="http://www.enterthedoorwithin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enter The Door Within&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. H's Forum(haha, I don't know his blog name)  &lt;a href="http://www.heedtheprophecies.com/theunderground/"&gt;The Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you read back a ways, you'll see the details on Mr. B's blog about the contest!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Swiftstorm tribe on FB!Ask me for more info!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4042211568771184983?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4042211568771184983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4042211568771184983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4042211568771184983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4042211568771184983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok-so-i-did-this-awhile-ago-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5254337536374151352</id><published>2009-12-17T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:16:07.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEH BABY!</title><content type='html'>I TOTALLY HAVE BATTERIES FOR MY CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;*dances!* whoot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. Do you know what this meeeeans? PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;Well, duh. That's what you use a camera for. Well, anyway. Today, even though its colder than the coldest place on earth, I'm going outside, and am taking pictures! Because I Loooooooove taking pictures. Especially of my horse! Maybe I'll get some up of our "Rogue Piggies"&lt;br /&gt;And my dog if he'll stand still long enough! AND MY GUITAR!&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough about what I'm going to take pictures of, you'll see when I get them up(sooner or later).&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS! You know that library job I applied for sometime in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got it!!! But for awhile, she hadn't scheduled me in, so finally I went in yesterday and she said I am going to start at the end of January!!&lt;br /&gt;*dances!* whoot!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I'm going to get with my first paycheck? NEW JEANS! I only have two pairs and I wear them so much that they are wearing out. Evil, right? So, anyway. I'm pretty happy about my job/camera. Anyway. I don't really have anything else to update so I'll talk to you later, ok???????????????&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, talk about over-use of question marks, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5254337536374151352?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5254337536374151352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5254337536374151352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5254337536374151352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5254337536374151352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yeh-baby.html' title='OH YEH BABY!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5225682423301382670</id><published>2009-12-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:41:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, has it really been since October??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill you in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October/September came and past and then came Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;Well, since then my life has become extremely stressful and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Willa, my Mommy2 was diagnosed with cancer that was spread all over her abdomen and she is at stage 4, which is more than likely going to take her life. Anyway, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; took a toll on me, and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving day, the lady I babysit for step-father started groping me in extremely inappropriate places, making me really paranoid for the longest time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my nephews father, sisters boyfriend tried killing himself because my sister broke up with him because of his drinking. That was the icing on the cake. I stopped eating and sleeping and kept having nightmares this was 3-4 weeks ago) But I got over it (stuff like that is fast for me, usually) and it helped a lot to know that the doctors said Mommy2 has about five more years of life left in her, and a lot can change in five years! But then things got back on track when Ron started getting better and Ron is a little less depressed. But then today he learned about that guy touching me, and he is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; protective over me. So, now I'm kinda scared he might go beat the freak up and end up going to jail -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's more stressful because I am writing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 ACTIVE novels&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm starting to wonder if I have split personality disorder, for my characters constantly yell at me, and almost every day there are newborns popping up, bursting to be released into the world, though their poor creator is extremely stressed out from so many stories :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writers Notebook&lt;/span&gt;. I got this great idea from Katie!(Thanks, girl!) It's where a writer writes down his/her inspiration, ideas, excerpts and other stuff! It helps a lot because I can release my Newborns, as I like to call them and keep on keeping on with my 15 other stories I have.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm really serious about two of these stories, some of you may know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos under the Floorboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae's- The Werewolf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about those some other time because its almost 12 A.M and I just got back from babysitting literally all day today, then coming home for 15 minutes for a quick shower and then heading off to Guitar Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH!&lt;/span&gt; That's right! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; have a guitar instructor, and I'm learning more in a half an hour than I did pouring for months over beginner books! I'm excited. His name is Jessie, but its a little disconcerting because I'm used to a blind teacher, and he stares at me frequently ( :\ ).  And then often takes me guitar to play instead of his own from my Dad. Me and my Dad take lessons together, and for the time being uses Jessie's guitar till he gets his own. And then it's odd because when he plays strings so I can hear how they all ring, he sorta... like, raises up on the stool, and makes this weird face like he's having some weird body- movement.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, he's handsome and cool&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeh. We also now have two huge Pot-bellied pigs we got the from the neighbors we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/span&gt; to butcher, but they got away and have been that way since September. We've tried many times, but each time has been extremely unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;But can you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's going to be Christmas next Friday? CRAZY!  can't believe it. This year has gone by too fast, and pretty soon I'm going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*le gaspeth*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFTEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's all for tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;love y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5225682423301382670?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5225682423301382670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5225682423301382670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5225682423301382670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5225682423301382670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my.html' title='oh my'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-862106680005133016</id><published>2009-10-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:18:37.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTB and CH!</title><content type='html'>So, Mr. B(Wayne Thomas Batson) and CH(Christopher Hopper) have started a contest. I'm an extremely big fan of Mr. B's books, The Door Within, The rise of the Wyrm Lord, and Final Storm!&lt;br /&gt;I sadly, have not read Mr. H's books *Sad face* But I intend to FORCE my librarian to order the,(haha, jk! She's too nice, I'll ask politely.) Anyway, So, over the next few weeks, I'll be talking all about Mr B's and Mr. H's books, and creating banners, and putting pictures up with me and the books. It's really awesome, and you should totally join if you've read both(or even just one!) of their books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can tell you what Mr. B's book is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan Thomas finds a doorway to another world. When he goes through, he becomes a strong, brave person. Once in the realm, he becomes a knight and then he and a band of others set off to convince their neighbor, Mithegard to become their ally in their war against Paragor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's MR. B's blog &lt;a href="http://www.enterthedoorwithin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enter The Door Within&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. H's Forum(haha, I don't know his blog name)  &lt;a href="http://www.heedtheprophecies.com/theunderground/"&gt;The Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you read back a ways, you'll see the details on Mr. B's blog about the contest!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Swiftstorm tribe on FB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-862106680005133016?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/862106680005133016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=862106680005133016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/862106680005133016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/862106680005133016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/wtb-and-ch.html' title='WTB and CH!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4136288089453455758</id><published>2009-09-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:56:43.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fk3v8_L0j2s/R5894GJ_L7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/6OpZH1nhBKo/s400/3df10m_bucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fk3v8_L0j2s/R5894GJ_L7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/6OpZH1nhBKo/s400/3df10m_bucket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I got this from &lt;a href="http://live-laugh-love-photo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Live Laugh Love    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a bucket list. It's in no particular order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;2:Have my own home&lt;br /&gt;3:Publish a book&lt;br /&gt;4: Visit a Renaissance Fair&lt;br /&gt;5: Learn guitar&lt;br /&gt;6: Learn drums&lt;br /&gt;7:Learn to dance&lt;br /&gt;8:Swim with whales and/or dolphins&lt;br /&gt;9:See the Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;10:Become a famous writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya have it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4136288089453455758?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4136288089453455758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4136288089453455758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4136288089453455758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4136288089453455758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fk3v8_L0j2s/R5894GJ_L7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/6OpZH1nhBKo/s72-c/3df10m_bucket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4010745033757717745</id><published>2009-09-04T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:05:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS STRESS STRESS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I started a full time job babysittingmy nephew. I babysat every day this week! Now, with me. When I get tired, I get REALLY stressed and depressed. It's not so much the job as my mother... I love my mother, and usually I an not so angry at her. But tht's been getting REALLY hard lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone from 8 A.M. till 5 P.M. And she and my brother don't work til lfour, meaning they are home all day till then!!!  You'd think between whenever they get up, and when they leave, they'd have cleaned the kitchen/living room/bathroom, right? Ooooh no.&lt;br /&gt;The house is a pit, I'm three days behing in school AND I have a full time job. Now, I'm not saying they should do everything. But the lelast they could do is the dishes,right?&lt;br /&gt;My brother does absolutely nothing around the house. And I'm NOT exagerating when I say that!!! ONCE IN A BLUE MOON, does he even dry the dishes. He's graduated so he doesn't need to do school. Don'tcha think he'd give me a hand and do the dishes till I have everything regulated? Even my mom! Then, when they get home, which is about 11, I'm up, doing my devotions and such. They come in and start bugging me, and sometimes mom doesn't get out till 12:30! And I tell her, and tell her. I have to get up at 6:30. I need to sleep! But she doesn't listen, and she stays there. I'm sorry. But my mom hasn't gotten up early for a job in nearly TEN years. It'd be nice if she cut me some slack with sleep!&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm stressed, I'm grumpy. The only person I really like right now is Dad, because he gets it. And he's being nice about it, and he's the only one pushing me to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4010745033757717745?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4010745033757717745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4010745033757717745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4010745033757717745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4010745033757717745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress-stress-stress.html' title='STRESS STRESS STRESS!!!!!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-3458923986276405934</id><published>2009-08-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:40:24.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up.</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Helen is in the hizzle, fo'shizzle. Whatever that means!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I babysat today, and it was... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I put makeup on my nephew, so he looked like a mini cross-dresser. It was funny, and his dad was just like.&lt;br /&gt;"Helen....."&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we go over to Bernie and Geets, but they weren't home :( So we went to hy-vee and told him that he could choose what he wanted. He got BBQ Pringles. He's two :P&lt;br /&gt;We went home, took a bath, which was somewhat useless, seeing as they are renovating.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out and played star-tracking by myself(Ask me what startracking is later) but its not as fun alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been working on sorting out our MILLIONS of pictures. AND finding my USB cord for my camera! but I cannot find that darned cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, looking at some of the pics is CRAZZAAYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Mae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-3458923986276405934?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3458923986276405934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=3458923986276405934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3458923986276405934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3458923986276405934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-all-helen-is-in-hizzle-foshizzle.html' title='Whats up.'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-712472462695425985</id><published>2009-08-30T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:31:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh</title><content type='html'>So, so far, It's been two weeks, and the librarian has not called back. So I've given up on that. But the good news is is that my sister just got TWO jobs, so I'll be babysitting monday-friday. And I'll (hopefully) be getting paid! i really need some new clothes. My jeans are getting ripped, along with my shirts. My shoes are falling apart :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've finally found out the reason why my nephew never says my name! I always thought it was cause he hated me. Well, turns out he thinks my name is "Bicki." He thinks I'm my other sister, Vicki. And I finally realize that he talks to me a LOT. So Brianna and Ron(his parents) are working on getting him to call me Helen. Instead of "Bicki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYAY!! I finally have black nailpolish! And purple! So my nails are black and purple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-712472462695425985?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/712472462695425985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=712472462695425985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/712472462695425985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/712472462695425985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeh.html' title='Yeh'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-56729601148930419</id><published>2009-08-21T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:05:04.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI!</title><content type='html'>Hey,folks! Helen present and accounted for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Wal-mart! I assume you know what that is... Who doesn't?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got totally bright red highlights! Like, fire-engine red!&lt;br /&gt; It's so cool! I'm going to put pictures up....when I feel like it :D&lt;br /&gt;So, in my exploits to get more readers, I have a total of 0 more readers! WHOOOO! OK, its not that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get ONE story together to send in for publishing. Well, TRY to publish, I mean. It's not working so well. One time I was aiming for Nightwalkers, NOW I'm heading toward Azaria. It's been balancing between the two for awhile now. I just don't know which one to do! True, I have a LOT more of Azaria done, and thats the one I'm favoring at the moment. Oh well, I'll leave it in our Papa's hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I think you guys might like this. What I've been taking to lately, is writing letters to Him. I know, I know. Why not just pray? Well, I have always found that just thinking, and asking for something to happen, seems.... Well, it seems like it does nothing. WHICH I KNOW IS NOT TRUE. I've always felt more powerful with pen in hand. And now since I've started doing that, it feels like it means more, you know? Well, that is just my opinion. But you should try it. I think it's really... fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;And write a verse down every day. It's very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle of the Left Behind Kids books.&lt;br /&gt;They are really good.&lt;br /&gt;If you like reading, then you should really read Left Behind by Jennings/ LaHaye.&lt;br /&gt;VERY good. I've read the originals, and now I'm in the Kids.&lt;br /&gt;What they are about is the Rapture and Tribulation. About groups of people who find Christ, and take Him into their lives while fighting the grief of the Rapture, and the evil of the Tribulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DARNED INTERNET ISN'T WORKING! It's driving me nutzo!&lt;br /&gt;It'll turn on for about less than a minute, then go on the fritz again. I can't even check my emails do to this, and as I'm writing this, I need to use Word-pad because its being lame.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect colors and jokes and stuff today. I'll be spending my time trying to post this up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get more readers:&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have readers. TELL THEM ABOUT MY BLOG! PLEEEEEAAASE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, OH, PLEAASEEEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-56729601148930419?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/56729601148930419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=56729601148930419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/56729601148930419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/56729601148930419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html' title='HI!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7878033702167645171</id><published>2009-08-19T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:39:27.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Can you BELIEVE its almost Fall already? Where has the year gone? It's going too fast! It seems just like a week ago that school was getting out, and now all my friends are back in school, and I'm stuck at home, and will hopefully be out and working soon. It's just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll tell you about my interview... err, what I can remember of it, anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;So, I get there, and turns out our clocks are about 30 minutes fast. So, I waste my time at the computer, waiting for the lady to get back from her lunch break and interview me. When she does, she walks over and asks me to come with her. We get to the interrogation....umm, interviewing room, and she asks me a whole bunch of questions. And she must laugh easily, or something... Cause she kept laughing at the weirdest things.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know my brothers schedule"&lt;br /&gt;stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Weird, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm "auditioning" for R.G's blog. He needs people to help him keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;It'd give me something to do, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get more readers...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to know how everyone is, so tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7878033702167645171?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7878033702167645171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7878033702167645171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7878033702167645171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7878033702167645171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-guys-can-you-believe-its-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-871923996894085724</id><published>2009-08-18T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:05:35.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview!</title><content type='html'>I totally have an interview today! I'm not sure I told you this, but it's at the library!!! I'm sooo excited. I need some clothes, and I REALLY want to save up for Alabama next year. I'm excited! Pray I get this job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man runs into the vet’s office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. &lt;span id="more-1509"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments, tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead. The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog’s body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, poking and sniffing the dog’s body and finally looks at the vet and meows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The vet looks at the man and says, “I’m sorry, but the cat thinks that you’re dog is dead, too.” The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. So the vet brings in a black Labrador retriever. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet looks at the man and says, “I’m sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, “$650.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“$650 to tell me my dog is dead?” exclaims the man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Well,” the vet replies, “I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What can you catch but not throw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pUyZ6sdHEk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.invisionfree.com/Maes_Stories/"&gt;Maes Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Picture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.adiumxtras.com/images/pictures/chuck_norris_random_fact_generator_6_3957_2224_image_2578.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thee a point to that picture?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-871923996894085724?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/871923996894085724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=871923996894085724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/871923996894085724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/871923996894085724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview.html' title='Interview!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7999341003026338174</id><published>2009-08-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:39:36.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoolblues</title><content type='html'>So, like, whenever I bring up the subject of going to school with my mom, she FREAKS. she gave all my other siblings a choice, I mean, WHAT is the big deal of going to school for a few classes. As if I'm not a social disaster as it is. My manners are terrible, because I'm usually only around my family! And pretty soon, my only two friends are going to be at school all day, and I'll be stuck five miles from the nearest town, in the country, with nothing to do, but sit at the computer, and be bored out of my mind. UGH! It drives me crazy! Whenever I try to get into something social, she YANKS  me out. Happened with Co-op, happened with 4-H, and now she says I can go to photography classes at the college, (I LOOOOOVE taking pictures), but I guarantee you she'll yank me out of that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helenspictures/"&gt;Flickr: Your Photostream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7999341003026338174?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7999341003026338174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7999341003026338174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7999341003026338174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7999341003026338174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/schoolblues.html' title='Schoolblues'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8961588910097696424</id><published>2009-08-09T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:55:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>AGHH!&lt;br /&gt;OK, seriously, what IS it lately?&lt;br /&gt;Like, lately, guys have been falling over themselves trying to get a date with me.&lt;br /&gt;Theres Omar, and Cody said he loved me about two months ago, and whenever we talk, he acts like guys do when they like a girl, then Mark THAT was REALLY obvious. He came right out and told me he wanted to date., and Deren, and even possibly Jacob!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT WITH THEM? I mean, a year ago, a guy wouldn't take a second look, but now, its like.&lt;br /&gt;"Dudes, back OFF, willya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED GIRL ADVICE!&lt;br /&gt;And guys too, that'd help.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you'll sy.&lt;br /&gt;"You're growing up."&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if you say that, I'll cyber punch you in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8961588910097696424?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8961588910097696424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8961588910097696424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8961588910097696424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8961588910097696424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-2817586683294705520</id><published>2009-08-09T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:23:54.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, sooo, I TOTALLY WANT SOME COMMENTS, PEOPLE! And more readers would R.O.C.K!&lt;br /&gt;LOL...reminds me of a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.O.C.K  in the U.S.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from the cities&lt;br /&gt;And they come from the smaller towns&lt;br /&gt;Beat up cars with guitars and drummers&lt;br /&gt;Goin crack boom bam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;R.o.c.k. in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;R.o.c.k. in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;R.o.c.k. in the u.s.a., yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye to their families&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye to their friends&lt;br /&gt;With pipe dreams in their heads&lt;br /&gt;And very little money in their hands&lt;br /&gt;Some are black and some are white&lt;br /&gt;Ain't to proud to sleep on the floor tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the blind faith of jesus you know that they just might, be&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And voices from the larger towns&lt;br /&gt;Filled our head full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Turned the world upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was frankie lyman-bobby fuller-mitch ryder&lt;br /&gt;(they were rockin')&lt;br /&gt;Jackie wilson-shangra-las-young rascals&lt;br /&gt;(they were rockin')&lt;br /&gt;Spotlight on martha reeves&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't forget james brown&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;R.o.c.k. in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;R.o.c.k. in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;R.o.c.k. in the u.s.a., yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' in the u.s.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, moment of randomness is over :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, give your friends this, and not to mention, I'd love to read their blogs, as well!&lt;br /&gt;BOOKY! Give Magma my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;Katie, give....your friends my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK, done! I'm cool .I just know you two for sure read my blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to church today, and my mother is sooo embarrassing, this dude that I've disliked for a loooong time, well, he was standing talking to my mom, and I come up, and I am like&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, I need to get in." so, he lets me in, and I see sunflower seeds, and I start throwing them at him, and he eats them, and I'm like.&lt;br /&gt;"You want them?" cause my brother leaves the shells laying around everywhere. So, hes like, yeh. So I tease him, keeping them just outta his reach, and he grabs my hand, and I punch him, and give him the seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we drive away, shes like.&lt;br /&gt;"That boy is sweet on yooou!"&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we get home, I check my email, then go in the might hunt for food, and shes sitting on the couch, whispering the story to my father...&lt;br /&gt;I'm like.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT LIKE THAT DUDE! So STOP.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, it disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pUyZ6sdHEk&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=65950A947A3BBC02&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman,helvetica;" &gt;A guy had been feeling down for so long that he finally decided to seek the aid of a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went there, lay on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said, "Um, I think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common among losers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIDDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;What is once in a minute, twice in a moment, and never in a thousand years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(lol, this one had me stumped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Scroll over for Answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The letter M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PALINDROME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="b" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Taken from Fun-with-words.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEBSITE &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/archivepix.html"&gt;Astronomy Picture of the Day Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Corn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;maze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T09Q5Afe8iI/RvwSGMfoKjI/AAAAAAAAABU/K97N-A_t0Hw/s320/corn%2Bmaize.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Game&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maidmarian.com/Sherwood.htm"&gt;MMORPG in Sherwood - Free Massive Multiplayer Web Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-2817586683294705520?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2817586683294705520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=2817586683294705520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2817586683294705520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2817586683294705520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-sooo-i-totally-want-some-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-347151817834003959</id><published>2009-08-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:15:09.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK AND KICKING!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for those of you who read my blog, I haven't had internet thus, impossible to post. Whats been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Christian,  I said I was before, but only 'cause I didn't want others judging me.&lt;br /&gt;I went to camp,  and made AWESOME friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite meal was the chicken wraps, my favorite night game was probably the relay it started out we had four boards, and four people had to stand on it, and then thorw other boards down, and walk across to the cones. THEN, two people had to hold a PVC pipe and another person had to walk across, then we had a hula hoop and kinda shimmy through it. My team lost ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYX_zhlTDr8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, wow, that is HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOKE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom was invited to his friend’s house for dinner. He found that his buddy called his wife every cute name in the book: honey, darling, sweetheart, pumpkin, and baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; When she was in the kitchen, he leaned over to his friend and said, “I think it’s nice you still call your wife all those pet names.” “To tell you the truth,” his friend said, “I forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.adbrite.com/mb/click.php?sid=40749&amp;amp;banner_id=12465458&amp;amp;variation_id=1287869&amp;amp;uts=1249689877&amp;amp;cpc=302e303939&amp;amp;keyword_id=94195&amp;amp;inline=y&amp;amp;ab=168362036&amp;amp;sscup=c2242f6d0bae04ce6672cab4a5a12f1f&amp;amp;sscra=26dc4bb0203f48792dd8cd57af02b07c&amp;amp;ub=1244406980&amp;amp;guid=223023f0-c0ef-4784-af21-b3eeefcc84da&amp;amp;odc=vrx&amp;amp;rs=&amp;amp;r=" style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;" name="AdBriteInlineAd_forgot" id="AdBriteInlineAd_forgot" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; her name about three years ago.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIDDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;I'm as big as an elephant, but lighter than a feather.  What am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Answer(copy to get answer):&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palindrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACE CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-347151817834003959?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/347151817834003959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=347151817834003959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/347151817834003959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/347151817834003959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-and-kicking.html' title='I&apos;M BACK AND KICKING!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8429840353778969214</id><published>2009-03-30T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:19:36.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the month/iPod shuffle game! YIPPEE!</title><content type='html'>Its that special time of the month,Bloggers! Each month me, and a few other Blogger friends answer random, and sometimes downright silly questions. If you'd like to join in, please, just give me an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the question of the month of March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 180%;"&gt;"If you could visit one event in history which would you visit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is REALLY hard. I mean..like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think I would go to watch the Egyptians build the Pyramids, and watch the Plagues of Egypt (On the Hebrew side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to go back and see the Trojan horse for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(The &lt;b&gt;Trojan Horse&lt;/b&gt; refers to the stratagem that allowed the Greeks to finally enter the city of Troy during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_War" title="Trojan War"&gt;Trojan War&lt;/a&gt;. In the best-known version of this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bronze_Age" title="Bronze Age"&gt;Bronze Age&lt;/a&gt; story, after a fruitless 10-year siege of Troy, the Greeks built a huge figure of a horse, in which a select force of men hid. The Greeks pretended to sail away, and the Trojans pulled the Horse into their city as a victory trophy. That night the Greek force crept out of the Horse and opened the gates for the rest of the Greek army, which had sailed back under cover of night. The Greek army entered and destroyed the city, decisively ending the war. A "Trojan Horse" has come to mean any trick that causes a target to invite a foe into a securely protected bastion or place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Trojan Horse&lt;/b&gt; was part of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_War" title="Trojan War"&gt;Trojan War&lt;/a&gt;, as told in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virgil" title="Virgil"&gt;Virgil&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin" title="Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_poem" title="Epic poem" class="mw-redirect"&gt;epic poem&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aeneid" title="The Aeneid" class="mw-redirect"&gt;The Aeneid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The events of this take place after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer" title="Homer"&gt;Homer&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iliad" title="Iliad"&gt;Iliad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and before Homer's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odyssey" title="Odyssey"&gt;Odyssey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or, possible just to become a Knightess in the medieval ages of the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, here we go with the iPod shuffle game!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heres what you do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put your iPod on shuffle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click through them, the first song will be the answer to the first question, and down the line etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter how SILLY the song is, or if it makes no sense whatsoever,  so, be honest, and don't scroll through them to have them match, cause the random ones are what really make people laugh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A* How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance~ FoB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B* What do you like in a boy?&lt;br /&gt;Numb~ Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C* How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;The tide began to Rise~ Demon Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D* What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Suspension~ Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E* What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't be Perfect~ Simple plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F* What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Over my Head~ The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G* What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Collide~ Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H* What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Boomin' Toby Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I* What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Twelve days of Christmas~ Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J* What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I can only Imagine~ Mercy Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K* What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Meant to Live~ Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L* What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;This is Home~ Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M* What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Crush~ David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N* What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Fall for you~ Second Hand Serenade(LOL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O* What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Its ot Easy bein' Me~ Dacid Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P* What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Pressure~ Queen and David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q* What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Numa Numa~ Ozone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R* What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Sk8ter Boi~ Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S* What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Face down~ Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T* What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;1985~ Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U* What will you Title this note?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ol' Red~....I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8429840353778969214?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8429840353778969214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8429840353778969214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8429840353778969214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8429840353778969214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-of-monthipod-shuffle-game.html' title='Question of the month/iPod shuffle game! YIPPEE!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4003269055026198483</id><published>2009-03-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:43:50.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medication</title><content type='html'>I now have been on medication for my thyroid disease for about three weeks(I've been diagnosed with hypothyroidism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you pray? About two hours ago I woke up, and told my mom my whole right side of my face hurt. She said keep an eye on it, and tell her if it got worse..Well, ten seconds later, I go to the bathroom. Then I got &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; dizzy. I stood back up real quick, and my whole body was &lt;em&gt;NUMB&lt;/em&gt;, I could only feel tingling in my finger tips. I tripped over to my mom(who slept on the couch last night) and I just collapsed on the ground. My heart was beating really really fast,too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking I had to get to the doctor, when my Mom asked what was wrong I thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Wheres DR. House and why isn't he real?" it was a dead serious thought,too!! I didn't go but I'm going in about two hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4003269055026198483?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4003269055026198483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4003269055026198483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4003269055026198483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4003269055026198483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/medication.html' title='Medication'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6808789846711154032</id><published>2009-02-26T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:55:04.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctors earlier tan expecting..Only cause I have bronchitis. Well, I got a z-pac. I knew I was gonna get that even before I went in. I think my doctor is getting annoyed with me and Bronchitis! I get it ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  I got checked out for my condition. They took six 4 inch tubes filled with blood from my arm. They said they will give me the test results TOMORROW if its something that needs attended to right away. If not tomorrow, most definitely Monday. Even though I'm anxious, please pray that it isn't tomorrow...Because if it does come in tomorrow..Well, its BAD.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be impatient that really sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6808789846711154032?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6808789846711154032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6808789846711154032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6808789846711154032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6808789846711154032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6938223834720364684</id><published>2009-02-23T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:42:49.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke and Song of the day</title><content type='html'>WHOOT! After three days of no heat except the living room and kitchen(from little heaters)&lt;br /&gt;They are getting in a new furnace! YEH! Its toasty warm and I'm definitely not cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front him. He appears deep in thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here at this time of night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and&lt;br /&gt;you were only 17?" he asks solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is touched thinking her husband is so caring and sensitive. "Yes, I do," she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband pauses. The words are not coming easily. "Do you remember when&lt;br /&gt;you father caught us in the back seat of my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I remember," says the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continues..."Do you remember when he shoved a shotgun in my face and said, "Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years".&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that too", she replies softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wipes another tear from his cheek and says... "I would have gotten out today!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcpLZgCwcEE"&gt;YouTube - Passion of the Christ- In Christ Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6938223834720364684?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6938223834720364684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6938223834720364684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6938223834720364684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6938223834720364684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/joke-and-song-of-day.html' title='Joke and Song of the day'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-15855263187432352</id><published>2009-02-22T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:36:58.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaHF6GyuAcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/F-xDezPKTZQ/s1600-h/SD6114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaHF6GyuAcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/F-xDezPKTZQ/s320/SD6114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305739438065582530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there,Folks! Its that special time of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookshiddencorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Books' Hidden Corner&lt;/a&gt; has put out the Super Awesome Question of the Month!&lt;br /&gt;What crazieness is this, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Each month BookY asks a random question and you have to answer with a post on your blog!&lt;br /&gt;(Email me for more info, you can get my email on my profile information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the question, you say!&lt;br /&gt;Well, dagnabit, I'm getting to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BookY's question:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is your favorite type of vegetable, and what fruit would said vegetable marry if it could marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite vegetable would be Corn on the Cob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think the Said veggie would marry... Well, golly.....A tomato!(Yes, that's a fruit)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK, A tomato is the color of ketchup, and Corn, is yellow, like mustard. And tall, and thin, short and fat,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As long as the two love-birds don't end up in a bowl of sorts. They'll be just fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6KYjytwr1w" target="_blank"&gt;YouTube - Twilight Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What is it with guys? I mean SERIOUSLY. They act like idiots in front of girls, and their buddies tease him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, heres a new twist on things! GIRLS trying to get the BOY a girlfriend...Yeh....OK, one: I'm NOT pretty. Two: Why the heck would the girls HIT on me for the GUY? Yeh...Beats me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeh, then get totally innaporpriate... WOW its annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-15855263187432352?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/15855263187432352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=15855263187432352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/15855263187432352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/15855263187432352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/question-of-month.html' title='Question of the Month'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaHF6GyuAcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/F-xDezPKTZQ/s72-c/SD6114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-309427777513699736</id><published>2009-02-21T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:43:10.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBLJkKDgjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lLq_LbaCBZE/s1600-h/100_1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBLJkKDgjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lLq_LbaCBZE/s320/100_1157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305322988739199538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBK0vNsCpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6TD6-kmXXLI/s1600-h/100_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBK0vNsCpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6TD6-kmXXLI/s320/100_1154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305322630929975954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my knitting group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBKmTvRpMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RvR0PVcICnU/s1600-h/100_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBKIxFAj1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/eGKBoCyd318/s320/100_1139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305321875516198738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJ6c9txkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yw4Xk1Wa-qs/s1600-h/100_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJ6c9txkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yw4Xk1Wa-qs/s320/100_1120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305321629598729794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJk-fPLuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-CTGqaEnx0k/s1600-h/100_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJk-fPLuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-CTGqaEnx0k/s320/100_1116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305321260640579298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJTyv-EoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f0HiQsE_CMM/s1600-h/100_1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJTyv-EoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f0HiQsE_CMM/s320/100_1112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305320965431759490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJA-wKBXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/InJm2XujdCQ/s1600-h/100_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBJA-wKBXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/InJm2XujdCQ/s320/100_1071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305320642236253554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBIt5E5W-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gjtZMULOkDQ/s1600-h/rtuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBIt5E5W-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gjtZMULOkDQ/s320/rtuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305320314295114722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBIbn9LUGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UwNFyBuRPnw/s1600-h/rcoky+bottom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBIbn9LUGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UwNFyBuRPnw/s320/rcoky+bottom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305320000461688930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBIMCKu6PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lobdEnj3Kxw/s1600-h/Narnia+lampost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBIMCKu6PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lobdEnj3Kxw/s320/Narnia+lampost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305319732619962610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBH91OeSUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Bh1z9wFbLQ4/s1600-h/Foggy+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBH91OeSUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Bh1z9wFbLQ4/s320/Foggy+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305319488627820866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBHoDWEvtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dUDEPhoUlyk/s1600-h/Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBHoDWEvtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dUDEPhoUlyk/s320/Flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305319114460675794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBHCrYdn5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AgkRWWZjXdY/s1600-h/awesome+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBHCrYdn5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AgkRWWZjXdY/s320/awesome+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305318472373084050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so I totally failed at getting a video up...I'll try Youtube...and post the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, heres some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird obsession of taking pictures of trees and friends,you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed these pictures of my friends and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-309427777513699736?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/309427777513699736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=309427777513699736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/309427777513699736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/309427777513699736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-fun-pictures.html' title='Some fun pictures!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SaBLJkKDgjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lLq_LbaCBZE/s72-c/100_1157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7271782433928008603</id><published>2009-02-20T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:14:15.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZ-NpEvCEfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ggllFgyxtnM/s1600-h/17a39b6d72afbafac2701adb0f63faa74832e041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZ-NpEvCEfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ggllFgyxtnM/s320/17a39b6d72afbafac2701adb0f63faa74832e041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305114622850896370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you like the new Gadgets?&lt;br /&gt;I'll start a poll!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went skating tonight! I had a lot of fun, and thankfully I didn't get mad, or anything! Whew! What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I lost my dot template *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the Skating Rink!&lt;br /&gt;As I got ready, I just KNEW I would fall. In my skates,of course&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sat for awhile, waiting for it to get dark in the Skating Area...I did skate,yes....Thankfully I didn't fall! *rejoice!*&lt;br /&gt;My ankle DID hurt though, for some unexplained, crazy reason. I took my skates off, well....I feel....In my shoes. I banged into a wall, held on, then slammed into a skater...I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I was behind a girl my friend,Lacey was talking to....Yeh....I accidentally stepped on the back of her foot....I fell...AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh....They were laughing...I was on my back, laughing my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I told my mom...she started laughing. My sister walked in while I was checking Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I said to her.&lt;br /&gt;"I was totally expecting to fall in my skates, but nooo, me the stupid, klutz, fell in my SHOES!"&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, laughed and said.&lt;br /&gt;"Only you,Helen."&lt;br /&gt;I grimaced, of course.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I'm a klutz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH! I got shirts today!&lt;br /&gt;*Whoots* I got two long-sleeved dark red ones! YEEEH! Oh, and a guys style-kinda sweater...&lt;br /&gt;I'll get pics!&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I also got some really cool dark blue nail polish....&lt;br /&gt;*puts lip gloss on* Yes, I got lip gloss on, yes, I am starting to wear it yes, I ALWAYS wear nail-polish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all-in-all...My night was painful. My leg....Has rug burn...On the bright side we have razors and I got to shave....Yaaay...Now my legs aren't grotesque....Wow, I'm tired...Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;*goes to put up another fun gadget*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7271782433928008603?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7271782433928008603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7271782433928008603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7271782433928008603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7271782433928008603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/skating.html' title='Skating'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZ-NpEvCEfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ggllFgyxtnM/s72-c/17a39b6d72afbafac2701adb0f63faa74832e041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5466585899227592689</id><published>2009-02-19T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:38:30.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts on hair color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZ4kDatiQjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p3yMoZU2HJk/s1600-h/0abc4303613a8ea38d15ddea3812bda817cb2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZ4kDatiQjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p3yMoZU2HJk/s320/0abc4303613a8ea38d15ddea3812bda817cb2713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304717052217541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dreaded,evil, disastrous appointment is in seven days. I am not nervous. All the praying has worked. I know its not true, but sometimes it seems like my praying doesn't work....I rarely pray for myself. I can deal. I'd rather help people,instead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know the blonde jokes? I KNOW blondes are not dumb(ok mayb some are...But so are every other hair color!)&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed though, that blondes, tend to lean more toward....ditzyness. Red heads, are usually firey-tempered, brunettes, well, they are...More calm. Your average joes...The ones who usually become artists.... Black haired folks...Well, they are usually rather morbid. So I'm wondering. Does hair color actually show IQ points, personalities and manenrisms? I'm not sure. We may NEVER know...&lt;br /&gt;Me,on the other hand. I'm blonde, brown,red,and black! SERIOUSLY! And truthfully, I'm your average eprson, but I where dark clothes, I do have a fiery temper, and I tend to be rather stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just insulted myself three times!&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am meaning NO offense against the blondes,brunettes,blacks, OR reds...Honest...It's an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GC7JJy9fvbA"&gt;YouTube - Black &amp;amp; White (1974) - Three Dog Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll be getting some pics I took up tomorrow...I just need to go now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5466585899227592689?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5466585899227592689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5466585899227592689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5466585899227592689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5466585899227592689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/yup.html' title='my thoughts on hair color'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZ4kDatiQjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p3yMoZU2HJk/s72-c/0abc4303613a8ea38d15ddea3812bda817cb2713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6261265762781426150</id><published>2009-02-13T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:01:19.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Rink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZZrr9hvDzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VXlZvEpxr64/s1600-h/love-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZZrr9hvDzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VXlZvEpxr64/s320/love-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302544014269943602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really was fun. Me and my best friend,Grace decided to get skating and she'd spend the night at my house. Well, obviously I'm not a quiet person, I'm not gentle, and I don't take crap from a person. (Sorry if that word is offensive to you). It was really fun, until Kim started being mean. We were sitting down, all sharing some Nachos I got, and Cotton Candy Grace had gotten. There were two guys, Kevin and Clinton. Well, Kevin has an odd sense of humor....Very odd, actually. He went up to several boys, and told them I wanted to go out with them. Random guys...Well, in the end, I sorta smacked him upside the head, rather hard. Well, some girl got really offended with me and Grave, goodness knows why, and called Grace a very fowl name. As you know,  have....major anger problems. I was shaking really,really hard, and finally I'm like&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to the bathroom." Like all BFF's, Grace came with, kinda asked if I was OK, and I was wetting my face down. Isn't it annoying when people just stare at you when your having a "moment" I was kinda TO-ed the rest of the night...Well, really TO-ed. And Kevin and Clinton were staring at me, finally they were asking Grace a whole bunch of questions, I was pinching the bridge of my nose, and they were asking me questions, and finally, Grace sorta smacked me.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"We have been yelling at you for five minutes!" she snapped.&lt;br /&gt;"I really honestly and seriously did NOT hear you." I sorta grimaced. She shook her head, and that's when I went to the bathroom. Well, Kim stopped me later on&lt;br /&gt;She asked if we could talk, she didn't mean that at me. I just said no really fast and said I'm not mad that she said things about me. And I don't care if she's mad........ I absolutely cannot stand it when people insult my family or friends...I just....Snap. I was so angry, and scared, I seriously almost blacked out. I prayed, and I was a little better. Then, afterwards when my bro. picked me up. A whole bunch of kids jumped into the back, one actually got into the cab (idiot me accidentally closed the door for him)&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, while the boy got out, Grace got in. I'm yelling.&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of our freaking truck, you nit wits!" like, over until they all heard me...They got out....like after the second time I yelled. They beginning of the night was fun, but later on it got bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, later on Grace and I started making REALLY random videos...Chewing game, painting nails..laughing...and we're putting them on Youtube,lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPLXJAWUnwI"&gt;YouTube - The Cranberries - Linger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above is the picture. I ALSO have a challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email,Private Message, or just tell someone you love them. I'll be putting up a poll and you have to vote how many people you told, or as close as you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6261265762781426150?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6261265762781426150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6261265762781426150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6261265762781426150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6261265762781426150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-at-rink.html' title='Fun at the Rink!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SZZrr9hvDzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VXlZvEpxr64/s72-c/love-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6663639622366578898</id><published>2009-02-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:45:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its many obstacles!</title><content type='html'>I know God never gives you more than you can handle. I think about that, and now I'm not depressed, but I have to honestly admit, a lot of it is also that I had a good nights sleep and didn't have to babysit. I think God gave me that because He knew I was getting really tired and depressed. So, God's Goodness is really amazing! Everything about Him is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;OH YEH! I totally don't have to babysit tomorrow! My paycheck better be over twenty,lol....For babysitting 5 days straight 2 P.M. to 11:30 at night! Going to sleep at 1:30 waking up at 7-ish, and laying 'round till at least Mom wakes up. Well, golly! Who WOULDN'T get tired?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so anxious about the Doctors Appointment. I find that James1:2 and Psalms 18: 2-3 really help me! look them up, they are AWESOME verses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aribetch-mlfh.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life For Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh, John....Well, since I obviously cannot travel to wherever you live...I'll just...Think of some nice evil ways to torture you! MAUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Robert: Nice blog, I've been waiting for one on your daily life!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to OneWanderer and Books for the prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone on the Forum for being so supportive.&lt;br /&gt;I really love that place. It sounds...CRAZY....But....they are my friends, my FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;They help me through a lot, and like ALL family, they do bug me...(Very occaisionally) It's usually small things, like how Jess wouldn't admit shes a total babe....'course neither would I...Cause I'm not!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;So, kudos to all you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, enough with the sappyness,mushness stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of my fave blogs! Oh, and please vote and tell me what favorite mythical animal is yours on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Helen Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6663639622366578898?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6663639622366578898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6663639622366578898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6663639622366578898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6663639622366578898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-its-many-obstacles.html' title='Life and its many obstacles!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-734711278138974207</id><published>2009-01-31T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:42:32.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I've been having a few problems of late. A few of you know about it, but not many,at all. My sister. is like..AWESOME at looking up diseases on the internet. Well, she looked up what was going on with me up. And it turns out that I might have a disease, that I fail to remember, nor WANT to tell you details. It involves cysts, though. It turns out, that I will most likely have trouble having children, if ever...And that it may turn cancerous if it doesn't get treated. It's not CURABLE, but it is TREATABLE(turns out those two things are different). I might have to go on Birth Control. It helps regulate everything. I never thought that I would actually have troubles like this...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really cared...I don't know what to do. I'm going in on the 22nd to get tested on....I just don't know what to think of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite scared, please,please pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-734711278138974207?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/734711278138974207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=734711278138974207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/734711278138974207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/734711278138974207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-ive-been-having-few-problems-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6232699655398893239</id><published>2009-01-30T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:56:33.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sooo angry at my brother! I like drawing. (Nightwalkers)... Well, Eli started drawing, and when he was finished he said&lt;br /&gt;"Well,Helen...Looks like I'm a better drawer!" he sorta like grinned...in a mean kinda way. I just looked at him and thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he always try to outbest me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried doing that with writing too! And some other things!&lt;br /&gt;Really! I just don't GET it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6232699655398893239?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6232699655398893239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6232699655398893239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6232699655398893239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6232699655398893239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-sooo-angry-at-my-brother-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-134172118192541645</id><published>2009-01-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:19:53.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thyroid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hey, this probably isn't appropriate for people under 13 and guys probably too. Don't feel weird reading this, it's natural....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been having some weird stuff going on. I have abnormal hair growth on my upper lip and sides of my face. My mom has an appointment to test my thyroid, see if something is going wrong with it. My cycle has also,been,like....every three months instead of every 28 days..So somethings wrong...could you pray?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little scared, the only reason I'm posting this...private stuff, is because I'm kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-134172118192541645?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/134172118192541645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=134172118192541645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/134172118192541645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/134172118192541645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/thyroid.html' title='Thyroid.'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4887776586252201283</id><published>2009-01-19T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:25:51.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag your it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXS28nUNBjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xSsheQsHkzo/s1600-h/2e2ae2835f9abc08f7d0e6fb851d78c80be258d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXS28nUNBjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xSsheQsHkzo/s320/2e2ae2835f9abc08f7d0e6fb851d78c80be258d7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293056614529304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is FLAIR from face book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged, this was the fourth pic in my fourth folder in my pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Bob likes sharp things, and he likes you.....You better ruuuun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag your it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Four blogs I've tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aribetch-mlfh.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life For Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie G's. Forum(some reason I can't find the link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookshiddencorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Books' Hidden Corner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also MM blog on the TDW forum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4887776586252201283?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4887776586252201283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4887776586252201283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4887776586252201283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4887776586252201283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag your it!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXS28nUNBjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xSsheQsHkzo/s72-c/2e2ae2835f9abc08f7d0e6fb851d78c80be258d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6244949858191694189</id><published>2009-01-17T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:54:07.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJvaUtNnqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rfntfF0rJsE/s1600-h/100_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJvaUtNnqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rfntfF0rJsE/s320/100_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292415010139381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJvBq2B2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wMkq09tovJo/s1600-h/100_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJvBq2B2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wMkq09tovJo/s320/100_0680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292414586585209586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuvbXY5CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VK4UI9jsKf4/s1600-h/100_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuvbXY5CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VK4UI9jsKf4/s320/100_0669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292414273192518690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuiuatbZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VMejo_EpqeY/s1600-h/100_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuiuatbZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VMejo_EpqeY/s320/100_0642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292414054968421778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuWnaQjiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FCyJa_U7l8E/s1600-h/100_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuWnaQjiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FCyJa_U7l8E/s320/100_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292413846929051170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuK2CT1LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LYLhll1it1E/s1600-h/100_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJuK2CT1LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LYLhll1it1E/s320/100_0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292413644696704178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I FINALLY got my glasses!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heres a few pics of me wit my glasses, and also of New Years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6244949858191694189?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6244949858191694189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6244949858191694189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6244949858191694189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6244949858191694189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-glasses.html' title='My glasses'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SXJvaUtNnqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rfntfF0rJsE/s72-c/100_0697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-2214265779385894894</id><published>2009-01-13T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:26:50.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!!! Somethings been happening with my sister. We think she's been having small seizures. She has "episodes" when she is shaking, swearing, and smells something odd, that no one else can. At first, I suggested to  my mom and her, that it was in her mouth. Me, my eldest sister and my mom have all been more on board with this than my brother and father. Well, the sister that's been having these episodes, just did an over-nighter. I had the phone in my room, and her boss called, saying that we had to came pick her up, she wasn't well to work, and they did not feel for her to drive home. My mom went to pick her up, about a half-hour ago. Mom decided to take her to the doctor, she called several minutes ago, to tell Dad and Eli that they have to wait to go to Grannies, or switch cars. I'm not sure what's going on now. But I'll update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-2214265779385894894?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2214265779385894894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=2214265779385894894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2214265779385894894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2214265779385894894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-somethings-been-happening-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-14620603418807721</id><published>2009-01-08T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:44:06.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>License</title><content type='html'>GAAHH! I need to start reading my manual! I don't have the motivation though!*koffkofflazykoffkoff* What? I didn't say that*points to invisible ghost...*&lt;br /&gt;HEY! HE JUST CALLED ME LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;No,but seriously...I resolute...TO READ MY MANUAL!&lt;br /&gt;*runs into room with sleeping baby comes back with manual...Reads first page...Stops and goes to do graphics*....What? I read some of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0421.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0422.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0425.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0427.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0435.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0440.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0444.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0447.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0448.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0449.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0452.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0458.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0460.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0471.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM's fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/Mathilzar/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://s408.photobucket.com/albums/p...t=100_0483.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm's fairy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-14620603418807721?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/14620603418807721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=14620603418807721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/14620603418807721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/14620603418807721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/license.html' title='License'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7365935142675496994</id><published>2008-12-31T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:41:34.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years!</title><content type='html'>Happy new years everyone! I'm saying this in advance. Because I'm going to a friends house and we're going to be celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYY! I'm so excited! In about three months I'll be fourteen! I cannt believe I'll be FOURTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be 17, my sister 20(Oh my goodness!) and my eldest sister will be 23!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not all in April. Throughout '09. I'm flabbergasted! I remember when we were all playing superheroes and down at Grannies,roaming around the hilly pasture, pretending to be mutated pioneers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7365935142675496994?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7365935142675496994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7365935142675496994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7365935142675496994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7365935142675496994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years.html' title='New Years!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7887092240252653521</id><published>2008-12-27T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:13:38.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuuun</title><content type='html'>lol......Like, me and Grace, have totally been trying to make a video to put on my blog.... It hasn''t worked out very well. Bad close ups, words coming out way wrong...Yea, complete RANDOMNESS! WHOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7887092240252653521?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7887092240252653521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7887092240252653521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7887092240252653521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7887092240252653521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuuun.html' title='Fuuun'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-1210532368430833656</id><published>2008-12-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:00:08.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>ITS OFFICIALLY JESUS' BIRTHDAY WHOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*partys dowwwwn!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-1210532368430833656?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1210532368430833656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=1210532368430833656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1210532368430833656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1210532368430833656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8010263257986752221</id><published>2008-12-24T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:57:22.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun quizes</title><content type='html'>So, I am bored...I decided to take some quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'ma be changing some of the name on the following quiz...Just cause, some of you may know a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blifaloo.com/madlibs/magic_test.php&lt;br /&gt;Here is the site  (for you to check out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my results, with the names changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; close friends. But &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt; is your closest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Vicki&lt;/span&gt; knows you the best, so have a long chat with this person and you might find out something important about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Billy &lt;/span&gt;is your lucky star. This person will bring luck (usually unexpedetedly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply in love with &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Zeke&lt;/span&gt; and your feelings are like the &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.blifaloo.com/madlibs/magic_test.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,arial,&amp;quot;lucida console&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: verdana,arial,&amp;quot;lucida console&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; , but it is not "meant to be"... kind of like the song " &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Complicated&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song, " &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;sk8ter boi&lt;/span&gt;" says a lot about how you think, while the song, " &lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;Welcome to my Life&lt;/span&gt;" tells how you feel about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="madlibWord"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; is your lucky number, and it's also a good number of people to tell about this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gotoquiz.com/personality_quiz_1&lt;br /&gt;Personality test link for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results&lt;br /&gt;Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural lead, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8010263257986752221?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8010263257986752221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8010263257986752221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8010263257986752221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8010263257986752221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-quizes.html' title='Fun quizes'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8126592821018049837</id><published>2008-12-24T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:51:14.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooo!</title><content type='html'>To MM: Adorable?! o.O...I've gotten...pretty....And beautiful(Beautiful from my dad. Daddies are supposed to say your beautiful!) But like...NEVER adorable. Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To BookY: I am TO calm! I was just...REALLY hyper...&lt;br /&gt;*snicker* like now! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been trying to figure my camera out. Videos just don't seem to work. But that's OK. I can always take pictures. Oh yea! I'm TOTALLY gonna put up RECENT photos of mom and dad! YAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't be dissapointed that my dad is always frowning, he absolutely HATES having his picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a really FUNNY one of mom! she's holding a nickel, and shes smiling all scary like, though not on purpose. So hopefully I can get them up tomorrow. Also, I need to ask around. But I'm going to post up some pics of some of my friends! Cause I love them all! I sadly don't have pics of BookY OR MM... Or of a few of my other friends, but it'll have to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8126592821018049837?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8126592821018049837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8126592821018049837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8126592821018049837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8126592821018049837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/whooo.html' title='Whooo!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-3676381078863094281</id><published>2008-12-23T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:39:49.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was great! We opened gifts! Even though, two days before Christmas, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a camera! And batteries, a memory chip. A guitar book, A big thing of popcorn, fuzzy red slippers, a HOT poster of Edward Cullen and guitar picks.&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe my BROTHER get the HOT, drool worthy poster of Edward?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Ok, I'm calm....&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-3676381078863094281?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3676381078863094281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=3676381078863094281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3676381078863094281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3676381078863094281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-3312251778149212141</id><published>2008-12-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:07:15.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVF8oYcYyrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2CzhQU5mEJI/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVF8oYcYyrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2CzhQU5mEJI/s320/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283140871080430258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,like, I have NO idea what to get my dad.(Look at pic above)&lt;br /&gt;And, he's already, got like, four movies. And i don't want to get him a Pizza Ranch Certificate. Cause, I wanna give him something more personal. And I'm not sure...Maybe...*sigh* maybe I'll just get him a certificate...Unless I think of somethng else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-3312251778149212141?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3312251778149212141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=3312251778149212141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3312251778149212141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3312251778149212141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVF8oYcYyrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2CzhQU5mEJI/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7433727160561744124</id><published>2008-12-22T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:20:42.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres some more pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAgxSMHB5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PpbPCHU2O1Y/s1600-h/n615345497_2197768_3855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAgxSMHB5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PpbPCHU2O1Y/s320/n615345497_2197768_3855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282758393973901202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAguRiznmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j2q0FpP_KJM/s1600-h/n615345497_2197660_8400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAguRiznmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j2q0FpP_KJM/s320/n615345497_2197660_8400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282758342261055074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAgRpVpULI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZrurKr3fKm8/s320/n615345497_2197515_9103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282757850432098482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAgMwNFc6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/aKCCF82ZZMU/s1600-h/n615345497_2197497_7137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAgMwNFc6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/aKCCF82ZZMU/s320/n615345497_2197497_7137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282757766375895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7433727160561744124?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7433727160561744124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7433727160561744124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7433727160561744124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7433727160561744124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-some-more-pics.html' title='Heres some more pics.'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SVAgxSMHB5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PpbPCHU2O1Y/s72-c/n615345497_2197768_3855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-2471353864463082576</id><published>2008-12-20T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:17:04.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Love story- Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony of summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights,&lt;br /&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You say hello&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don't go, and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they know&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were Romeo I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;And I was begging you please don't go and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knealt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad you'll pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my head- The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm over my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meant to live-Swichfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling his confidence&lt;br /&gt;And wondering why the world has passed him by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments&lt;br /&gt;And failed attempts to fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about Providence&lt;br /&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're bent and broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world's got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world's got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside screams for second life, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated- Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, life's like this&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Cause life's like this&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out whatcha yelling' for?&lt;br /&gt;Lay back it's all been done before&lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be&lt;br /&gt;you will see&lt;br /&gt;I like you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When we're drivin' in your car&lt;br /&gt;and you're talking to me one on one but you become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else&lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back like you can't relax&lt;br /&gt;You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you&lt;br /&gt;And you fall and you crawl and you break&lt;br /&gt;and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty&lt;br /&gt;and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come over unannounced&lt;br /&gt;dressed up like you're someone else&lt;br /&gt;where you are ain't where it's at you see&lt;br /&gt;you're making me&lt;br /&gt;laugh out when you strike your pose&lt;br /&gt;take off all your preppy clothes&lt;br /&gt;you know you're not fooling anyone&lt;br /&gt;when you've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Watching your back, like you can't relax&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you&lt;br /&gt;and You fall and you crawl and you break&lt;br /&gt;and you take what you get and you turn it into&lt;br /&gt;honesty&lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out whatcha yelling for?&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, it's all been done before&lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else&lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back, like you can't relax&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you&lt;br /&gt;and You fall and you crawl and you break&lt;br /&gt;and you take what you get and you turn it into&lt;br /&gt;honesty&lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you&lt;br /&gt;You fall and you crawl and you break&lt;br /&gt;and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty&lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake this&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars-Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been the problem&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;But even when I turn it off and blame myself&lt;br /&gt;The outcome feels the same&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking maybe I've been partly cloudy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the chance of rain&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm overcast&lt;br /&gt;And maybe all my luck's washed down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking 'bout everyone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, you look so lonely&lt;br /&gt;But when I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I see someone else&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, the stars&lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars looking at a planet watching entropy and pain&lt;br /&gt;And maybe start to wonder how&lt;br /&gt;The chaos in our lives could pass as sane&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking of the meaning of resistance&lt;br /&gt;Of a world beyond my own&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the infinite and penitent&lt;br /&gt;Began to look like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking 'bout everyone&lt;br /&gt;everyone, you look so empty&lt;br /&gt;But when I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I see someone else&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, the stars&lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars..Stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone everyone you feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, yeah, everyone you feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself&lt;br /&gt;when I look at the stars, the stars&lt;br /&gt;I see someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing these too.(sort of XD XD XD!)&lt;div 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Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5707889684150524924</id><published>2008-12-20T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:18:32.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2mkaVOHTI/AAAAAAAAADI/CoGuC9LNDWY/s1600-h/My+siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2mkaVOHTI/AAAAAAAAADI/CoGuC9LNDWY/s320/My+siblings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282061082449288498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the weirdo in red, Lizzy is in the back,raising her arms. YES, my brother is putting makeup on, but for fun ONLY. My BFF Grace is in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, yesterday Lizzy and Grace came over.&lt;br /&gt;We all tried my sisters prom dress on, it fits all of us.(weird)&lt;br /&gt;Then we laid on my bed, with a blanket, pointing up at a Lord of the Rings poster that gives info on each character,  we pointed and said which person should go in which order.&lt;br /&gt;Then (lol bare with me) we went to the library and gave out "certificates(Grace's handwriting on the back of a Pamida receipt) that give out free lessons on how to breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5707889684150524924?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5707889684150524924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5707889684150524924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5707889684150524924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5707889684150524924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-weirdo-in-red-lizzy-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2mkaVOHTI/AAAAAAAAADI/CoGuC9LNDWY/s72-c/My+siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-897937004516802012</id><published>2008-12-20T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephew</title><content type='html'>This is all pretty much my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2l_bN1uNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/99Irog6oa5U/s1600-h/Sweetpea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2lGFmOMPI/AAAAAAAAABI/9GXAw-fYQqw/s320/BuddyandIssac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059461975748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2lC30LhYI/AAAAAAAAABA/w6AeQEz1m7E/s1600-h/Bubbaloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2lC30LhYI/AAAAAAAAABA/w6AeQEz1m7E/s320/Bubbaloo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059406736590210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2k8t-sZII/AAAAAAAAAA4/w09Uf3ogL7M/s1600-h/Bri+and+Isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2k8t-sZII/AAAAAAAAAA4/w09Uf3ogL7M/s320/Bri+and+Isaac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059301017117826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2k3Ax4wyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rVVJ68KMjtE/s1600-h/awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2k3Ax4wyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rVVJ68KMjtE/s320/awww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059202984461090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2kxypGUfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MotLHVMTcDA/s1600-h/adoptied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2kxypGUfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MotLHVMTcDA/s320/adoptied.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282059113290158578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-897937004516802012?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/897937004516802012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=897937004516802012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/897937004516802012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/897937004516802012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/nephew.html' title='Nephew'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SU2l_bN1uNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/99Irog6oa5U/s72-c/Sweetpea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6090689090054484116</id><published>2008-12-13T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:17:22.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0812131957317309&amp;amp;a=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6090689090054484116?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6090689090054484116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6090689090054484116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6090689090054484116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6090689090054484116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpwww02.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8343248804963099853</id><published>2008-12-07T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:11:28.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-H</title><content type='html'>WOW! We had a LOt of fun at our Christmas party for the 4-H! I got canday! Yum, yum, a note book(just what I wanted) and pens! YESSSS! Better pens! I'm happy. And Liz(Best frineds sister) wrote a note in it. It's so funny! My dad already tried scamming on da chocolate. I'm like,no way! Not till you're done  with supper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8343248804963099853?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8343248804963099853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8343248804963099853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8343248804963099853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8343248804963099853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-h.html' title='4-H'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-1289012200557963432</id><published>2008-12-06T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:30:34.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post</title><content type='html'>I meant I've GOTTEN better. Not that I'm good. Whoops ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-1289012200557963432?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1289012200557963432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=1289012200557963432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1289012200557963432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1289012200557963432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post.html' title='Last Post'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7461119168405750924</id><published>2008-12-06T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:12:46.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun,fun!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a play! It was cute. But what was the best at the end, me and Grace's(My best friend)  sister sat in the basement to get away from the people and she played the guitar and I sang. It was really fun. I have to admit. I'm not terrible at singing. I've gotten much better. I used to be awful. I guess because I sing when I am depressed or mad. Usually songs according to my mood. And I like singing so much, that I'm starting to sing in front of others more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7461119168405750924?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7461119168405750924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7461119168405750924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7461119168405750924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7461119168405750924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/funfun.html' title='Fun,fun!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5641013046016344794</id><published>2008-12-06T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:41:55.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily stuff</title><content type='html'>Yeh, so, I'm talking to Anna. She's nice. I'm supposed to be cleaning. I'm not. Ah,well. I am. Just not all at once. I'm obsessed with a song right now. Love story, Taylor Swift. Such a cute song,you know?&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting far on my Were-wolf story. Sadly not Nightwalkers. I need my type-writer. I think I have the epilogue. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of not being involved with 4-H. I'm so behind. We owe, like 40 bucks for hoagies. And it seems like my mom doesn't want me involved with the group. It's making me mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5641013046016344794?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5641013046016344794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5641013046016344794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5641013046016344794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5641013046016344794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/daily-stuff.html' title='Daily stuff'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-2052140649664848191</id><published>2008-12-05T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:22:58.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya!</title><content type='html'>It's 1:30 A.M. I'm not sure what to post. Sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT MY WEREWOLF STORY! Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-2052140649664848191?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2052140649664848191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=2052140649664848191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2052140649664848191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2052140649664848191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/heya.html' title='Heya!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4009619881742694574</id><published>2008-12-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:07:07.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew and the word "hate"</title><content type='html'>I'll start with hate first. No matter how mad you are at something, don't actually man hate. It is a very strong word and it gestures in a way, you want to kill something or someone. Please remember that no matter how much you dislike someone, do not say you hate them. Because one: Hate is wrong. And two:Hate is WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel an inexpressable love? Like, you just cannot contain it. And want to scream cause its so over powering. That's exactly how I feel about my nephew. He's so sweet. I remember worrying that he would come out deformed, or he would die. I can't believe he's a year and almost 7 months already. He's not such a baby,  he's a little boy. And I nearly felt like CRYING when he almost said my name. People always go GROSS! or EW! Because I say I share food with hm, we use the same spoon, fork. Whatever. Bowl. And I just think. Wow, obviously you don't have a nephew or niece... It's like. LIGHTEN up people! For goodness sakes, one: he's a baby and two: hes my NEPHEW. Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were-wolf story!&lt;br /&gt;I got the first bit up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4009619881742694574?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4009619881742694574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4009619881742694574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4009619881742694574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4009619881742694574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-nephew-and-word-hate.html' title='My nephew and the word &quot;hate&quot;'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-2738834978819706391</id><published>2008-12-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:17:38.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoops, messed up on some things ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say your life flashes before eyes just before you die. What they left out is that it's only the awful parts. It's as if Satan has blocked all the happiness from you before you die, so that you feel guilty. I should know. I've died many times. And each time gets worse. Who am I, you ask? I'm Katrina Aarons, and I'm from the underworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-2738834978819706391?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2738834978819706391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=2738834978819706391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2738834978819706391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2738834978819706391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoops-messed-up-on-some-things-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-86332489599227631</id><published>2008-12-05T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:05:01.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty soon I'm going to start a were-wolf story on the forum...&lt;br /&gt;This one, to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s10.zetaboards.com/DragonSpell/index/"&gt;Dragon Keeper Series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the beginning! Hopefully I can get it up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say your live flashes before eyes seconds before you die. What they left out is that only it's only the awful parts. It's as if Satan has blocked all the happiness from you before you die, so that you feel guilty. I should know. I've died many times. And each time gets worse. Who am I, you ask? I'm Katrina Aarons, and I'm from the underworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-86332489599227631?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/86332489599227631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=86332489599227631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/86332489599227631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/86332489599227631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/pretty-soon-im-going-to-start-were-wolf.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6799776976330317373</id><published>2008-12-04T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:22:36.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! If y'all want me to send you some of my stories I'll be glad to!&lt;br /&gt;Theres one about spies, one about a girl who moved to England, one about a girl with a dragon egg, and dark forces, another with a girl whos actually from the future, and then theres a Nightwalker one.&lt;br /&gt; But don't worry, its much different from the one I'm gonna publish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6799776976330317373?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6799776976330317373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6799776976330317373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6799776976330317373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6799776976330317373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-if-yall-want-me-to-send-you-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-1712878299137104813</id><published>2008-12-04T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:27:56.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When the silent girl runs away from her abusive home, she enters a world that she never dreamed possible. Then the Nightwalker, Will turns her over, she is suddenly more dangerous and powerful than she could ever imagine. She at first thinks that instead of helping her new family free the world of Ahrek, that she could run away and get revenge on the ones who wronged(dissed) her. But then when her loves grows for Ayden, it gets harder and harder till she can't pull away, and she is stuck. Then something disasterous happens the sets the girl off, something that the Nightwalkers feared would happen the moment they saw her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-1712878299137104813?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1712878299137104813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=1712878299137104813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1712878299137104813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1712878299137104813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-1423561961509519499</id><published>2008-12-04T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:25:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here are a list of things I DON'T like. Next I'll make a list of things I DO like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People telling me I could model *Grimace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People telling me I'm something I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People insulting my friends(  I will snap if people do that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People insulting my family(Ditto on the message between () )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kittens tails(Don't ask, they've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bugged me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;moist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;squat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some reason my italics aren't going off. So let's just write like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heres the epilogue of Nightwalkers: The beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me how it sounds, I'm still trying to figure out a good way to sum it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When the silent girl runs away from her abusive home, she enters a world that she never dreamed possible. When the Nightwalker, Will turns her over, she is suddenly more dangerous and powerful than she could ever imagine. She at first thinks that instead of helping her new family free the world of Ahrek, that she could run away and get revenge on the ones who wronged(dissed) her. But then when her loves grows for him, it gets harder and harder till she can't pull away, and she is stuck. Then something disasterous happens the sets the girl off, something that the Nightwalkers feared would happen the moment she woke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yea, so thats not the official one...I'm still trying to think of something better. MY ITALICS WON'T STOP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-1423561961509519499?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1423561961509519499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=1423561961509519499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1423561961509519499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1423561961509519499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-list-of-things-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7678668980602709701</id><published>2008-12-04T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:19:20.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh</title><content type='html'>My brother get on my account on the forum from my sisters computer. And...He prolly typed some really strange things, and if you see anything odd from me, it's not me. It was HIM....Darn him. I need to learn to log out :(. On the bright side Robert's been replying to emails! ^^ Yayz...Umm, little pessimism, Eli probably read all my message that were private,seeing as my email was logged on too. I'm dizzy, and my hip hurts really bad,too. Bad day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7678668980602709701?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7678668980602709701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7678668980602709701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7678668980602709701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7678668980602709701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeh.html' title='Yeh'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-9007435970561644661</id><published>2008-12-03T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:31:47.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightwalkers: The beginning</title><content type='html'>Howday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been redoing the form and redoing it, so when the time comes, I will have it down and dirty(I think that is the right term)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting up all the names for aknowledgements (One of those words I can never spell)&lt;br /&gt;And am writing most of it out on pen, the doing it all over on a computer. I am still not exactly sure how to send the story, email, or mail...It is not clear on the form. So, I'm trying to figure that out. It's safe to say, it will be a long while till the book gets out, if it even gets approved. Please pray that it will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-9007435970561644661?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9007435970561644661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=9007435970561644661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/9007435970561644661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/9007435970561644661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightwalkers-beginning.html' title='Nightwalkers: The beginning'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-3062945758937203950</id><published>2008-12-03T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:55:52.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey alll!</title><content type='html'>So, we got a new dog! We're trying to figure a name out. Buddy,so far. And man! Is he a ball of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sory, thats all for now. Gotta go! SORRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-3062945758937203950?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3062945758937203950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=3062945758937203950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3062945758937203950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3062945758937203950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-alll.html' title='Hey alll!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-7766937936592120719</id><published>2008-12-02T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:37:31.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YA!</title><content type='html'>I AM TOTALLY GONNA PUBLISH MY BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow(hopefully) I'm going to go to the library and type some out and printing, seeing as we're out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on Writersagency.com to publish it. Thanks Mr. Batson, you were a great help.&lt;br /&gt;I am not entirely sure that they'll publish it. PLEASE pray that it does get published. PLEASE. It's REALLY important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also could you pray? I think my parents are getting divorced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-7766937936592120719?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7766937936592120719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=7766937936592120719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7766937936592120719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/7766937936592120719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-ya.html' title='OH YA!'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8351369005168759004</id><published>2008-12-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:42:20.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My book</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about getting my book published. Except, I need to write it all out on computer yet, then have my mother sign permission slip. If she wants to read it before hand. I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;"no, if you want to read it, you gotta wait till it gets published."&lt;br /&gt;Then for Awknowledgements I am totally gonna mention Katie G. Skipper, Robert and some other folks. Most notably Katie G. She gives me continual support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8351369005168759004?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8351369005168759004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8351369005168759004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8351369005168759004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8351369005168759004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-book.html' title='My book'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6745538467020434256</id><published>2008-11-30T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:58:03.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I haven't updated.</title><content type='html'>I cannot update too well tonight. But I will tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm very tired, and crabby. So, forgive me if I'm short. Well, not vertically shrt, which I already am.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, check out my fan-fics, they may not be all that good, but its nice to have some comments or criticism. WOW I SPELLED IT RIGHT FOR ONCE. Criticism, that is.&lt;br /&gt;I've filled out a form for Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Hopefully we'll qualify. Our home is unhealthy and has been unfinished since I was 2 (11 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for tonight. Sleep well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S. Who's Kate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6745538467020434256?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6745538467020434256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6745538467020434256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6745538467020434256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6745538467020434256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-i-havent-updated.html' title='Sorry I haven&apos;t updated.'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8357715032617979597</id><published>2008-10-21T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:10:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azaria</title><content type='html'>"Well, do you want work,then?" she asked, still unsure of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh,yes. I've come to help. I suppose I should work,then."&lt;br /&gt;Aza smiled. first time shes done so in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, could you get that pitchfork over there," she pointed&lt;br /&gt;"And start cleaning the horses pens while I go around and comb them and check if they have wounds?"&lt;br /&gt;Eric nodded and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a good assistant. You smile a lot and seem very kind with the animals."&lt;br /&gt;Aza said when she saw him working. First, he pet the horses gently and then tied them carefully to a post and cleaned&lt;br /&gt;the pens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8357715032617979597?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8357715032617979597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8357715032617979597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8357715032617979597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8357715032617979597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/azaria_21.html' title='Azaria'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4067545283165814344</id><published>2008-10-21T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:40:58.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OO, here I got it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created another blog thats about Azaria ALONE. Seeing as this one is more of my life, I'll give you the link to Aza's site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maes-stories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mae's stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4067545283165814344?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4067545283165814344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4067545283165814344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4067545283165814344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4067545283165814344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/oo-here-i-got-it-right-now-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5352254030149666780</id><published>2008-10-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:37:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babysitting</title><content type='html'>I babysit a kid that's spawn of satan. Like, evil. no kidding. He's cruel child. I go back,in,like, five minutes to watch him, then I can watch a little baby that's,like 4 months. Dude, this is like, the ONLY income I'll be getting till my mom lets me set fliers up....And i need headphones. i wonder how much I'll get this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5352254030149666780?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5352254030149666780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5352254030149666780' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5352254030149666780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5352254030149666780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/babysitting.html' title='babysitting'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-8511439216458692967</id><published>2008-10-17T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:46:07.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Football game</title><content type='html'>i'm so glad that this time not one hit on me. I made new friends, and I'm pretty anti-social. I hung out with some friends from youth group for a few minutes and Clayton said.&lt;br /&gt;"You're standing in mud."&lt;br /&gt;I said, you should know by now that I DON'T CARE. It was like he had an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, yea.....right."&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel threatened to smear mud on me. I told him I'd beat him up. Clayton said I couldn't, that I wouldn't be able to reach they're faces.&lt;br /&gt;"I USED to be taller than you. Remember I CORNERED you in youth group,Clayton."&lt;br /&gt;He claims he was holding in a laugh. I snorted, seriously,though. He was practically crying because he called my friend a bad name. I yelled at him and he got scared, it was FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-8511439216458692967?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8511439216458692967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=8511439216458692967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8511439216458692967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/8511439216458692967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-game.html' title='Football game'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-3166754804148752969</id><published>2008-10-17T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:37:00.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aza'/><title type='text'>Azaria</title><content type='html'>A few minutes later the prince was out riding and the ex-stable master was glaring daggers at the girl. He kept stepping towards her, backing her into the wall. His face was so near hers she could smell his whiskey scented breath. She gagged, He walked out without doing anything. He quickly came back in for his things and left again. She sighed happily. Things would be much easier now that he was gone. Although the chores would be loaded on her. Maybe she could get an apprentice?&lt;br /&gt;She waited for two hours for the prince,but she fell asleep. She woke up when he shook his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"mmmup." she grumbled. He shook her shoulder again.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea 'mup!"She exclaimed, she rubbed her eyes and groggily sat up. She stood up and swayed, her eyes were blurry.&lt;br /&gt;"ellll get yer horse,Sire." she said groggily. The prince hid a smile and nodded. He cleared his throat and tried looking regal.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you miss. I will tell my father what I've done in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;Aza just waved him away."Yeap, do what ye need,sire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta stop for a bit, I'll edit later, cause I gotta go to my piano lesson. Then get home, practice my guitar, and try convincing my brother off the computer. So I won't be on for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-3166754804148752969?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3166754804148752969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=3166754804148752969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3166754804148752969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/3166754804148752969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/azaria_5027.html' title='Azaria'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-6906507732538368898</id><published>2008-10-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:05:40.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aza'/><title type='text'>Azaria</title><content type='html'>A few minutes later the prince was out riding and the ex-stable master was glaring daggers at the girl. He kept stepping towards her, backing her into the wall. His face was so near hers she could smell his whiskey scented breath. She gagged,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta stop for a bit, I'l edit later, cause I gotta go to my piano lesson. Then get him, practice my guitar, and try convincing my brother off the computer. So I won't be on for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-6906507732538368898?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6906507732538368898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=6906507732538368898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6906507732538368898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/6906507732538368898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/azaria_17.html' title='Azaria'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-2228791002049302180</id><published>2008-10-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:11:34.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>Well, last night was one of those stupid nights where I am just SO angry at life in general. I lay in bed, thinking, why is it that I trust people on the computer with my thoughts, than with my family? With Billy, I can talk about guys, and he'll help me, I can also let out my anger and he'll talk me through it. With Chris, I can be as goofy as possible, and talk about totally random stuff, With M_O ad Pippin I can share my stories and feel comfortable about it, with Robert I can be goofy and my dramatic little self. I don't talk about anger with him, he sorta shoots it down, but with everything else I can be myself. Why can't I do that with my family? It seems like my mom and dad are pushing me to be a librarian, whenever the subject of careers come up, they ask me what I want to be, I just say,author, or I don't know. Either way, they say I should be a librarian. They must think that as long as I am with books I'm happy. no, I want to write. I want to write, and be a doctor. I like cheering people up with something funny, and I like helping people feel better when they are sick. I  do not WANT to be a librarian. If I listened to the music I LIKE around them, they would think I'm nuts. Why can't I ACT like myself around them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-2228791002049302180?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2228791002049302180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=2228791002049302180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2228791002049302180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/2228791002049302180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-1183339005206578384</id><published>2008-10-16T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:34:53.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Whats going on</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going to a local art gallery to practice pottery. I was introduced to it a few weeks ago and fell in love with it. Mr.T my teacher said I should come in and teach his college students a thing or two. Sounds like is students are a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;A few days go(Saturday to be exact) my brother and dad went to my grannies to check up on her. We live about an hour away, we go every two weeks. And my great aunt Sharon goes every two weeks too, so someone visits once a week. Those two got a whole bunch of apples. I'm not taking a bucket full, I am talking, like 20 buckets full,no joking. My dad gets hair-brained ideas, sometimes. Well, this one was to make apple juice out of all those apple. It didn't work so great. Two five gallon buckets= one and a half jugs of apple juice. We were going to finish them we had half a wheel barrow full. Much to my relief the juice maker BROKE! I inwardly laughed, but outside I lamented with my father and my brother( who as well, was inwardly cheering)&lt;br /&gt;My granny is getting alzheimers, she also has dementia and she thinks she sees me an my sisters around her place stealing her things. There is something you have to know about my Granny. She has NEVER liked girls, like,ever. She grew up with several sisters and the youngest of them all, so she is rather spoiled, and when she doesn't like something, you know the minute you see her. And STEER clear.  She is fiercely independent and refuses to leave her farm, she wants to die there. She loves it there, but she really needs to go to assisted living.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can convince her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hopefully tonight I can get the pots I made last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-1183339005206578384?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1183339005206578384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=1183339005206578384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1183339005206578384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/1183339005206578384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-going-on.html' title='Whats going on'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-5871245339463154335</id><published>2008-10-15T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:09:18.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aza'/><title type='text'>Azaria</title><content type='html'>It's a stupid name,I know. Here is the beginning of a story, I hope this works.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza blinked back tears of frustration and pain. She handed the comb to the stable master, who grabbed it from her angrily. He combed the black horses mane and threw the comb at the girl's  face. It hit the side of her mouth and it started bleeding a little.She picked up the wooden brush and returned it to it's nail. She hefted the saddle off the rack, it was heavy for her because she was so small for her age. She was 16 and 5'0, she had long silvery hair,to the middle of her back,icy blue eyes and she had good body portions. She was quite fpretty. Though she did not consider herself so. It was 1 in the morning, the prince could not sleep so he sent word down with a servant to tell them to prepare his horse, Jasper. He always did this. He usually could never sleep. Especially at exciting times like this. He was going to have a little sibling soon, They didn't know exactly when, but he was nervous. It wasn't  that he was jealous, He just didn't want his mother to get  hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows how cruel this stable master is&lt;/span&gt;, Aza thought grumpily. At that moment she didn't like the Prince Aaron at all. She dawdled a second on getting the sadle and she was punished for it. Prince Aaron stepped through the door, he had seen what the stable-master did.&lt;br /&gt;"Where you come from,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir&lt;/span&gt;." he emphasized Sir.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it custom to hit girls smaller and weaker than you, or do you do it for the sport."&lt;br /&gt;Aza picked herself up from the ground and held her head, it bounced off of the rocky floor.&lt;br /&gt;The stable master stuttered a reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Sire, she is nothing, an orphan, a weak little nobody. She doesn't deserve to work for the king."&lt;br /&gt;Now he was just trying to turn the attention from himself to the girl. The prince was not buying it.&lt;br /&gt;"Sire,"sad the prince.&lt;br /&gt;"In the morning I will have you dispatched from the royal court and the young irl will be the stable-master. If you object, you will be banished from my fathers kingdom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-5871245339463154335?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5871245339463154335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=5871245339463154335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5871245339463154335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/5871245339463154335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/azaria.html' title='Azaria'/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-66227233330412612</id><published>2008-10-15T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:43:22.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! this is my blog. ArtchY from DK inspired me to make my own blog and tell whats been going on in my life and share some of my random stories. Beware, I am not that good a writer, but I love it. Hopefully you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I love writing them!(and  LOVE writing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-66227233330412612?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/66227233330412612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=66227233330412612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/66227233330412612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/66227233330412612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-everyone-this-is-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859245421937768459.post-4415234956078427379</id><published>2008-10-15T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:52:23.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3859245421937768459-4415234956078427379?l=mae-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4415234956078427379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3859245421937768459&amp;postID=4415234956078427379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4415234956078427379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3859245421937768459/posts/default/4415234956078427379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mae-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16022589938314140441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxu0H2V7Djw/SnzH6X6iHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bhcctEPw4DE/S220/100_1552.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
