<?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-19041108</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:41.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..::you're_holy_i'm_wholly_yours::..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-117079896724411163</id><published>2007-02-06T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:56:07.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Heaven,</title><content type='html'>what has this world come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-117079896724411163?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-117001963031607732</id><published>2007-01-28T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:27:10.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda random, but not really</title><content type='html'>blogger&lt;br /&gt;myspace&lt;br /&gt;facebook&lt;br /&gt;yahoo email&lt;br /&gt;charter email&lt;br /&gt;yahoo instant messenger&lt;br /&gt;aol instant messenger&lt;br /&gt;camera cell phone&lt;br /&gt;home phone in my room&lt;br /&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;all i need is an ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait did i say need? i meant to finish the collection of a regular teen kid these days.&lt;br /&gt;ah the age of technology. it can suck sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i not feel so self conscious?? i shouldn't be... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-117001963031607732?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/117001963031607732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=117001963031607732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/117001963031607732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/117001963031607732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2007/01/kinda-random-but-not-really.html' title='kinda random, but not really'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116933051217495405</id><published>2007-01-20T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:01:52.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitiled</title><content type='html'>oh tropical smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;its got it all.&lt;br /&gt;and i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh morgan and linds and kathryns.&lt;br /&gt;they got it all.&lt;br /&gt;and i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116933051217495405?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116933051217495405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116933051217495405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116933051217495405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116933051217495405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitiled.html' title='untitiled'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116870732583462870</id><published>2007-01-13T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:55:25.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love:</title><content type='html'>coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a theatre near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116870732583462870?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116870732583462870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116870732583462870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116870732583462870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116870732583462870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2007/01/love.html' title='love:'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116817823523682518</id><published>2007-01-07T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:57:15.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>so, monday is auditions. hannah's freakin out. this is what i've felt since Thursday (the night i couldnt sleep cause all of this was going through my head. i slept for fifteen minutes and had a dream about the auditions):&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;anxious.&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;br /&gt;excited.&lt;br /&gt;unsure.&lt;br /&gt;unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;deservant.&lt;br /&gt;humble.&lt;br /&gt;longing.&lt;br /&gt;fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really... really, really wish all of these things weren't going on in my head. it creates one big feeling of knots in my stomach, hence my not sleeping on thursday night. i just want auditions to be over. i'm not going to ask you all to pray for me, because i feel like that would be selfish. i just needed to get that out in hopes to take some of the things on that list away.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for loving me guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116817823523682518?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116817823523682518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116817823523682518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116817823523682518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116817823523682518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116649708754316406</id><published>2006-12-18T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:01:19.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired of life being a confusing way to get to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of self-will and drive for independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sickened by the phrase, "no, i can do it myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of jealousy and envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of hypocracy, yet as i say this, i'm full of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being awake and unrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired busy being the definition of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of earth being the middle point between heaven and hell where earth symbolises choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of choices being so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of life being a confusing way to get to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116649708754316406?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116649708754316406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116649708754316406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116649708754316406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116649708754316406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-tired-of-life-being-confusing-way.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116622722700539266</id><published>2006-12-15T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:00:27.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, look! i'm posting!!</title><content type='html'>guess who hasn't used blogger in... hm... forever. i got a myspace, and i use that a ton a bunch. yeah that sounded weird. anyway, then blogger was being weird and wouldnt let me post, for some reason. it must have something against myspace. anyway, i've decided to post. hm... this is fun. now, let's see how well i remember to use this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, school is nothing less than stressful. I can't wait until i get a project done. that's due monday. have i started it? no. i'll do that today and tomorrow. i really can't wait until christmas break, even though it's just enought ime for break. we get out the friday before christmas, and then we go back to school on the third of january. yeah, that's not long at all. thats pretty dang frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is even more frustrating is that i never see my brother anymore. he's always out doing things, be it work or school or otherwise. whatever he's doing, he's rarely at home. i miss that. i might as well get used to it since he's graduating next year... that's no fun to think about, so i guess i just won't think about it. New topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a few things in life i'd like to get straightened out right now, but i feel like that won't happen until the day after forever. maybe it won't. i was asked a very pressing question yesterday, and it was, "why do you want to be successful?" I couldn't answer to be honest. I don't know why i want to be so successful, because i know success doesn't bring complete happiness, because that's God's job. I've thought about it and i can't give an answer. some things are just frustrating because i know the extent at which i can work, an di'm not being stressed, other times i'm frustrated because i just don't understand... or won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've also been thinking about the word, not the being, but the word "God." in our society and culture today, we don't use that word very repectfully. I was told once that (i can't remember where it was, but somewhere) after people finished writing that word, they would break whatever they were writing with, so if it was a pencil, they'd break the pencil, and get a new one, just because the word "God" is so holy. I wish we weren't so... so... i don't know. I wish we could just be a more respectful group of people in general. thinking about that has brought me back to my repsect toward everyone, mainly people older than me. Like mom and dad. do i repsect them? yes, but not all the time. there are times when i could be more respectful. My teachers. some of them i loathe for whatever reason it might be, but i still need to respect them, as hard as that may be. i dont know. thinking critically makes my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note (if you've stuck with this post long enough to get to a lighter note), i'm going to chicago for my sweet sixteen!! yeah baby!! i'm so excited! I might go see wicked and i'm going to shop in some top stores! ah!! that's way exciting. also, my family has access to a laptop, which is sweet, cause it's basically mine. long story. however, it might be limited use, because we might donate it to something else. *sigh* i'd like a laptop... oh well. i'm content with what i have... most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play's over and the musical is coming up. that's all i have to say about that. nothing more, nothing less. maybe more in another post. not this one. it's already as long as... forever. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116622722700539266?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116622722700539266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116622722700539266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116622722700539266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116622722700539266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-look-im-posting.html' title='hey, look! i&apos;m posting!!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116347288773589708</id><published>2006-11-13T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:54:47.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace.</title><content type='html'>so... i definitely got a myspace, so this will not be used as frequently. however, ill still use it. i dont use the blog page myspace provides. i like these ones better. anyway, just thought i'd let y'all know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116347288773589708?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116347288773589708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116347288773589708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116347288773589708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116347288773589708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/11/myspace.html' title='myspace.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116285712529230328</id><published>2006-11-06T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:52:05.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures.</title><content type='html'>pay special attention to the titles of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/iwouldreallyliketotravel.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/nothingisworsethanmediocrit.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/willibealoneforever.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/iamwastingmylife.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/maybewecouldgettogether-2.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/youaresoamazing.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://explodingdog.com/january2/whatsinthebag.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is your favorite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give explodingdog.com full credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116285712529230328?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116285712529230328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116285712529230328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116285712529230328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116285712529230328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures.html' title='pictures.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116242295887755022</id><published>2006-11-01T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:15:58.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessive? yeah, right.</title><content type='html'>Psh, what were you thinking when you said i was obsessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/joseph%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/joseph%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We're only going to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 26th at 3:00&lt;br /&gt;Holidays on Parade Michigan State Fair Ground&lt;br /&gt;1120 West State Fair Avenue, Detroit, Michigan 48203  -  Part of the "Jingle Jams" Mall Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to go, just so i can scream, then faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-116242295887755022?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116242295887755022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116242295887755022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116242295887755022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116242295887755022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/11/obsessive-yeah-right.html' title='obsessive? yeah, right.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116205104166829502</id><published>2006-10-28T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:57:21.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my two favorite pictures.</title><content type='html'>i think i love these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/space.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/space.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i definitely love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;loves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-116205104166829502?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116205104166829502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116205104166829502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116205104166829502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116205104166829502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-two-favorite-pictures.html' title='my two favorite pictures.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116144483854969990</id><published>2006-10-21T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:39:32.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i post too often.</title><content type='html'>so, you know how everyone says "follow your dreams, do what you know you want to." well, what they don't tell you is just the thing that's sitting in the back of their heads. There's a tagline to that statment and it's (follow your dreams) "that is within the limits."  I'm pretty much sick of that tagline. I really want to get out and do what i know i'm gonna do later on in my life anyway. I look at other people doing what i want to do and i get so jealous that everyone in their life is supportive of what they're doing, especially the ones that are younger than me and doing what i want. I just dont have that, and i dont know why. I just want to be able to get out. saginaw's pretty much constricting me. dont get me wrong, i love everyone here. I just wish i could get out and actually "follow my dreams," but unfortunately, my dreams aren't within the "limits." I can either go all out for it, or not go for it at all. i know i can do it, but i can't. oh my gosh, my mind is so twisted right now. i feel selfish thinking that, though. there are so many other people out there who have it so much worse than i do, and here i am complaining. people have a right to complain, though, right? my mind is so jumbled up with questions. That's not even the hard part, though. I answer myself and then i contridict myself with another answer, or i answer it and it's just something i dont agree with. wow, i need a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116144483854969990?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116144483854969990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116144483854969990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116144483854969990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116144483854969990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-post-too-often.html' title='i post too often.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116129226784897634</id><published>2006-10-19T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:11:07.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FM Static- Waste Of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This troubled heartache&lt;br /&gt;won't go away&lt;br /&gt;I think there might be&lt;br /&gt;something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop this shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God please don't forsake me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I losing my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like&lt;br /&gt;things are getting worse in time&lt;br /&gt;If I try will you open my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;And make me a part of you&lt;br /&gt;like you're a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember that to find my way out&lt;br /&gt;is just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;In place of all my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;You've seen through the shadows above me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No one could ever love me like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I finish what I started&lt;br /&gt;and get swept under the carpet&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be thankful for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Take a note to remind me&lt;br /&gt;that you know where you can find me&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably end up right back here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I losing my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like&lt;br /&gt;things are getting worse in time&lt;br /&gt;If I try will you open my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;And make me a part of you&lt;br /&gt;like you're a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember that to find my way out&lt;br /&gt;is just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;In place of all my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;seen through the shadows above me&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything that you want me to&lt;br /&gt;except for perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm trying hard just to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your plan for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everywhere that you want me to&lt;br /&gt;unless I fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to get my life back again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember that to find my way out&lt;br /&gt;is just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;In place of all my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;You've seen through the shadows above me&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever love me like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116129226784897634?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116129226784897634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116129226784897634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116129226784897634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116129226784897634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/fm-static-waste-of-time-this-troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116111801014186517</id><published>2006-10-17T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:46:50.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!!</title><content type='html'>a picture's worth a thousand words... and i have eight!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20and%20Kurt%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20and%20Kurt%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20makeup%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20makeup%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20makeup%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20makeup%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20makeup%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20makeup%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-116111801014186517?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116111801014186517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116111801014186517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116111801014186517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116111801014186517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116111794620857308</id><published>2006-10-17T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:45:46.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/hls%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/hls%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20and%20Kurt%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20and%20Kurt%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20and%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20and%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/Hannah%20and%20Kurt%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/Hannah%20and%20Kurt%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-116111794620857308?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116111794620857308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116111794620857308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116111794620857308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116111794620857308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-116052468809186153</id><published>2006-10-10T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:58:08.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ill post again when i have something worthwhile to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-116052468809186153?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116052468809186153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=116052468809186153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116052468809186153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/116052468809186153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-post-again-when-i-have-something.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115981958332047462</id><published>2006-10-02T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:06:23.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is good. why? maybe it's cause its pie day, maybe cause it's the end of the monday school day. maybe its... something else? you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115981958332047462?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115981958332047462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115981958332047462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115981958332047462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115981958332047462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115912627056182530</id><published>2006-09-24T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:31:10.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just thought i'd share this with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/better%20picture%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/better%20picture%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115912627056182530?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115912627056182530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115912627056182530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115912627056182530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115912627056182530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-thought-id-share-this-with-you.html' title='just thought i&apos;d share this with you.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115887947858937128</id><published>2006-09-21T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:57:58.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>babbling, kinda.</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh, i've learned so many new things about myself this year (i'm not even kidding). I've noticed that one of my favorite things to do is sit, be relaxed, and just talk with friends. sometimes i would rather write or something, but most of the time i'm talking to the "cyber world." I'm in such a good mood once i am relaxed. One of the things that really relaxes me and puts me in a good mood (that's two in one!) is listening to Miles Davis. He's a really famous jazz artist. I really enjoy jazz, not exactly sure why, i just do. I've also recently discovered how genuinely happy for a person I can be. It's so nice to see the look on someone's face when you know they're happy, and that can't do anything else to you, but make you feel overjoyed. It's a feeling undescribable, and i love it. I wish i felt it more, but i've never been able to unlock that part of me. Well, now it's unlocked and i'm out on a search for genuine joy for someone else. I'm really starting to create my own opinions and my own decisions, which can be a good thing... but it can be a bad thing too. I've gone through the "oh my gosh, i don't know who i am anymore. Life is going too fast, and i can't keep up" stage, and now I'm really glad i went through that, as weird as that sounds (but hey, i'm weird, right?). Now, i'm at the "life can only get better no matter what i do" stage. I'm trying my hardest to keep close to God, because i know when that happens that I won't regret my actions when i go back and read my journal entries from this year and years to come. Anyway, i'm pretty sure you can sense how happy I am right now. I dont know why (i'm not even listening to Miles Davis!), I just am. school has been good, i haven't lagged or anything (if lagged is even a word...) and... well... things are just going well. I enjoy coming home and seeing my sisters and Mom first, and then as the evening progresses, I'll see Dad, then Josh will come home from football. I really like seeing everyone during the day. So speaking of football, i've really liked going to the games every other friday night. They are so much fun, i dont think i knew what i was missing out on last year (i didn't even go to the homecoming game, for goodness sake!). This year, i'm so glad i've been going. It may also be the fact that we've gone 4-0, working on 5-0, which will be a first time ever in Heritage High School football history! Yeah! I've also been going to the varsity soccer games when they come around. Most of you know that i know nothing about sports... much less soccer! But, i must admit, they're really fun to watch! I'm learning as i go about offsides and all those amazing soccer terms. I like going, it's fun. All of this being said about sports, i have one conclusion. I need to buy an athletic pass. Five bucks is expensive for a varsity game! Anyway, this post turned out to be longer than i'd hoped. If you made it to this lovely ending (yes, it's almost the end), then i congratulate you. I hope your lives are all wonderful, amazing, beautiful, and filled with love from God and those around you. I certainly do love you! Remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115887947858937128?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115887947858937128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115887947858937128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115887947858937128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115887947858937128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/babbling-kinda.html' title='babbling, kinda.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115845677238103283</id><published>2006-09-16T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:32:52.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_1253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_2846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_2846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115845677238103283?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115845677238103283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115845677238103283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115845677238103283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115845677238103283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-my-family.html' title='i miss my family.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115845623670766366</id><published>2006-09-16T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:43:54.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/101_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/101_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/IMG_1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/IMG_1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/IMG_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" 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/19041108-115845623670766366?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115845623670766366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115845623670766366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115845623670766366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115845623670766366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_115845623670766366.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115845595264564779</id><published>2006-09-16T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:19:12.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; 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padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115845595264564779?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115845595264564779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115845595264564779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115845595264564779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115845595264564779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115809738286409485</id><published>2006-09-12T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:43:02.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful thing. Without it, where would the world be? How would humans have progressed? would we have progressed more or less? Progressed for the better, or for the worse? The way i see it, Imagination is what holds everything together. Do you remember in Elementary school when you used frosting to hold together cheerios or fruit loops so you could make something so fascinating at that age? something like a cereal bracelet? Well, imagination has been the "frosting" of the world. Without it, i often ask, where would we be? Think about it. Classes would be incredibly boring, the only books we would read would be non fiction (and who wants to read history books all day?), friendships would be boring, and most importantly, we wouldnt have our own opinions. Your opinions are based on your imagination. If you dont think about (imagine) what would happen in the futureif a certain thing happened, then you wouldnt be able to create your own opinion about specific things. You would have no goals in life, nothing to strive for. If you can't think about where you want to be and what's possible, we would be stuck in the present with only our past to remember. And let's be honest here. We've all stretched the truth. If we hadn't told that story in fifth grade about that thirty foot fish you caught instead of telling the truth and saying it was really only a minnow, how interesting would that story be? Imagination is what makes the world function. It's what inspires scientists to experiment and investigate, thus inferring and finding new facts about our "unending" universe. It's what gave you that imaginary friend when you were three (i was five, and mine was an imaginary boyfriend named Flag. he had pink hair. Hot. Enough said).  It's that voice in your head that says, "the book was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much better than the movie." it's what gave your favorite band the idea for that awesome song. Heck, it's what gave Picasso his amazing abstract paintings. Imagination. we can't escape it, and i can't think of one person that would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115809738286409485?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115809738286409485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115809738286409485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115809738286409485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115809738286409485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115800849333479775</id><published>2006-09-11T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:01:33.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday nights save my life... the life i don't have.</title><content type='html'>so, i guess i haven't posted in a while. Um, things have been good, i guess. school started (but it's not like you all didn't know that already). I've come to a conclusion that school is not fun... at all. The only thing i really like about it would be seeing my friends during the day.  Anyway, I've decided that homework shouldn't even be legal. I mean, why can't we just do the work in class and if we don't finish it that day, then we finish it the next day. I could come home and sleep till morning if i didn't have homework (or have to eat my third meal of the day). I have a lot of homework today. I just got my Physical Science book today and let me tell you, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; heavy.  My U.S. history book will be bigger, though. Ew, im not even going to begin to look forwared to that. So the title of this post says something about sunday saving my life. Yeah, it was pretty much amazing last night. I had a great time. But it's true, i'm not even going to have a life this year. I'll have football games and soccer games and solo and ensemble, and possibly honors choir, and (hopefully) both productions at school. Basically, my life will be full of crazy things that will take up my life... fully. so, with all this talk about school, i remembered i have homework for Algebra II and for Physical Science. Gross. Anyway, have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115800849333479775?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115800849333479775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115800849333479775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115800849333479775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115800849333479775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-nights-save-my-life-life-i-dont.html' title='sunday nights save my life... the life i don&apos;t have.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115713817275216166</id><published>2006-09-01T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:16:13.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115713817275216166?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115713817275216166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115713817275216166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115713817275216166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115713817275216166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115704131762606272</id><published>2006-08-31T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:14:21.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fall</title><content type='html'>so, with summer ending and fall practically here, i've been noticing a few things. I've realized that I wont be spending as much time with my friends and family as i am now. I'm going to miss that. it's probably my favorite part of summer. sure the sleeping in and the nice warm weather are great, but the real reason i look forward to summer is to spend more time with the people i want to be around. Most of you know that pretty much my whole extended family lives in Texas. It's hard to go year after year and not see them. Last night, i had a dream that Mimi, my dad's mom, came here to visit just because she felt like it. i'd forgotten what she looked like. i can't even recall her face now. I miss them, just as i am going to miss continually being around all of you and joking around. I'm going to miss spontaneously going over to a friend's house on a weekday to spend the day making a movie or something. i know this sounds like i'm leaving or something, but school really does take up most of the time in your week. I'm going to be honest. I go to school to be with friends and have a fun time. I don't go to learn or to get those straight "A's," as horrible as that sounds. I'm not going to wake up and call whoever i want or talk online with all of you until lunch. I don't know. I just dont like to be away from all of you. If i could, I'd spend a day and a half with each one of you so i could have a friend with me all the time. Well, i guess all that's left to say is i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115704131762606272?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115704131762606272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115704131762606272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115704131762606272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115704131762606272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/fall.html' title='fall'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115656134852707463</id><published>2006-08-25T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:03:51.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>so, i went to the football game today. I went to a total of one last year. i didnt even go to the homecoming game. Anyway, maybe i'll go to more this year as long as you go to keep me from being extremely bored and tired and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. today is my half birthday! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115656134852707463?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115656134852707463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115656134852707463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115656134852707463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115656134852707463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115629472531369770</id><published>2006-08-22T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:02:39.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>sooner or later all things change. A bulb blossoms into a beautiful flower, a caterpillar morphs into a butterfly, as fall approaches, leaves change from their bright green colors to the rich reds, oranges, and yellows. Everything changes so why am i so afraid of how the world today is changing? with all of these natural disasters and the wars going on around the world, people are starting to talk. They're talking about the return of Jesus, and how it seems it's coming closer with all of the signs that are coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terrified, to say the least. i look at our society today and i see people that are so wrapped up in themselves, and it has become common ground. We cannot escape what is going on in the world, but apperently, we can't live in honor and decency with it either. Out there, people are giving away dream vacations to only those who can afford them. Television shows continue to run with no mention of what is going on in the world because people have to "escape." I say, it's time to stop escaping. What's happening is happening. We cannot change it. Bottom line is, God knows what he's doing and we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid. so are so many other people out there. and all we can think about are sitcoms and what kind of car we're going to get for our sixteenth birthday. people are suffering, i don't know how much clearer we can make it. we sit around and sulk about how your boyfriend or girlfriend dumped you, or how sucky your life seems because you're not getting that ipod you wanted. Guys, it's time to shape up. We are not the only ones on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Jesus is coming back soon? that's what scares me. What's going to happen? How will it happen? will we suffer? Are we ready for this? All i can think about is what am i going to do with this little time i have here on earth? Even if Jesus does not return in my lifetime, i only have one life to live, and it's incredibly short compared to an eternity in heaven. Will i regret not paying more attention to those i should have? will i look at myself differently in the future because of what i'm doing now? What am I going to do with my short, limited time? What are you going to do with that same time that we share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115629472531369770?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115629472531369770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115629472531369770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115629472531369770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115629472531369770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115586050910630587</id><published>2006-08-17T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:21:49.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life comes at you fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never forget who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who you used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115586050910630587?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115586050910630587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115586050910630587' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115586050910630587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115586050910630587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-comes-at-you-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115551204545431892</id><published>2006-08-13T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:34:05.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah, blah, blah.</title><content type='html'>does this post make me a frequent poster? hm, something to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of things to think about lately, and i'm not going to go into detail, but i seriously have had some really large hills in life lately... like mountain sized. It's just not something I'm used to. Well, I guess i might be, because I do a good job of denying it in myself. I take whatever the problem is and pack it way down into... somewhere inside me. It's like stomping down all of the trash in the trash can just to have room for more. quite frankly, I didn't mean to open space for new "trash," I only tried to leave space for other "better" things. However, the trash continually filled up the space. Well, I've recently let a lot of this stuff out, and it felt good. It's kind of indescribable how overwhelming everything is. There's just so many things that were on my mind. Some were about others, some about myself, and hten some were about my family and god. It seemed that every part of my life was getting to be too much for me and I didn't feel like I could deal with it. I've realized though that to conquer all of these aspects, all I have to do is focus on one part of my life, and that's god. I know, i know, it sounds cheesy, but i seriously feel like this. I mean, even though i say it now doesnt mean that I'm going to listen to myself every time i land in this situation because i still have a lot of learning to do, and my humanly sinful nature will always bring me back to that overwhelming feeling, the feeling where I have to tell all of my problems to everyone. I heard once that sometimes we focus (and maybe even worry about) telling everyone around us our problems, that we forget who completely understands and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; our problems in the first place. That, of course, is god. One of the overwhelming things about god is that no matter how many times you stray away from him, he's always calling us back with open arms and an embrace waiting for us. it's so wierd that when life get's overwhelming and you talk to god about it, everything just seems so much more overhwlming because god allows so many more thoughts into your mind about him and it seems like a lot to handle. Truth is, I'm still overwhelmed, I'm trying to sort everything through, but I know that everyone has an "overhwelming stage." That's always nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I've been struggling with who I am. It sounds so... Disney Channel, but it's really happening. I've always felt really secure in who I am. I felt like I knew who I was and i was always going to stand by that. Well, i definately am on shaky grounds right now. Everyone around me is so influencial. I jsut feel so vulneralbe right now. I feel fragile. Without me eve knowing it, I've allowed other people and my thoughts about them mold me into some of the things I am today. I dont want to feel hindered to do what I want to do anymore. As I wrote this, i have been listening to a song written by the jonas brothers. It's called I am what i am, and I think i'll share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;i cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;and if you dont like it&lt;br /&gt;get with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;i'll never change my ways&lt;br /&gt;it's not a phase&lt;br /&gt;this is how it is and this is how it's gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;i know what im not&lt;br /&gt;im not the type of guy&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt know how good hes got it&lt;br /&gt;and i wont back down&lt;br /&gt;wont come around&lt;br /&gt;saying that i changed&lt;br /&gt;cause thats not how its going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know&lt;br /&gt;wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;i know where i stand&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;what can i say&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be this way&lt;br /&gt;right up until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;because thats how it goes&lt;br /&gt;head to my toes&lt;br /&gt;and if it doesnt show&lt;br /&gt;well i jsut had to let you know&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;and nobody else&lt;br /&gt;and if you've got a problem&lt;br /&gt;better take it somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;because i cant turn back&lt;br /&gt;im right on track&lt;br /&gt;and if you think you know&lt;br /&gt;well then you better check your facts&lt;br /&gt;cause i know&lt;br /&gt;wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;i know where i stand&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cant you see&lt;br /&gt;im just being me&lt;br /&gt;i cant be you&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna be&lt;br /&gt;dont try to get&lt;br /&gt;inside my head&lt;br /&gt;cause what you see is what you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am&lt;br /&gt;i cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;and if you dont like it&lt;br /&gt;get with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;ill never change my ways&lt;br /&gt;its not a phase&lt;br /&gt;this is how it is up utnil my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know&lt;br /&gt;wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;i know where i stand&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the song. sorry, it's a long song, but i relaly like it. it really relates to how i feel... or want to feel eventually. well, anyway, sorry for making such a long post. so, that's been just a random blah from me. you didnt have to read it if you read it all. I'm sorry. I hope i entertained you for a second, or at least took up some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115551204545431892?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115551204545431892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115551204545431892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115551204545431892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115551204545431892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah, blah, blah.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115530408837574084</id><published>2006-08-11T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:48:08.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lemons??</title><content type='html'>when life gives you lemons, you have a few choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. make lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. suck it up and eat the darn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. give it back and tell life you didn't want any lemons in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/lemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/lemons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115530408837574084?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115530408837574084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115530408837574084' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115530408837574084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115530408837574084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/lemons_11.html' title='lemons??'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115482985044140264</id><published>2006-08-05T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:04:10.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve, how fun.</title><content type='html'>welcome to my twelfth birthday party! come enjoy the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/DCP_3774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/DCP_3774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/DCP_3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/DCP_3761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/DCP_3772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/DCP_3772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/DCP_3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/DCP_3787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115482985044140264?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115482985044140264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115482985044140264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115482985044140264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115482985044140264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/twelve-how-fun.html' title='twelve, how fun.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115456093947545650</id><published>2006-08-02T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:23:51.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty random this time</title><content type='html'>wow, i needed this past weekend. you see, mom and dad went to chicago to do a wedding and let the girls go and stay at the lauckner's. josh and i were left the house and everything in it. let me tell you, it was a breath of fresh air! we did nothing but go to friends houses and have friends over and stuff. i even made cookies when some guys came over. i was surprised, even the burnt ones were good! Anyway, i had such a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made another accomplishment two days ago. I finished a journal. It's filled up and i think i only missed one day. I started that particular one on january 25, 2006 and just finished it July 31st. anyway, it's nice to feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed i really like hanging out with friends a lot, which is wierd for me. i've always been the type of person who would rather stay at home and watch a good movie. i'm definately beginning to break out of that and hang out and be more social. needless to say, i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i really want to redo my room, but im not sure how. i want to get rid of my dresser and get a big corner desk. i want to change my room color to a brown and a blue (i think) and do something with those awful bed sheets i have. im definately looking forward to a total room makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh, it was so wierd. i typed in Hannah Garner in google and i discovered two people that have the same name as me. one was a schoolgirl in the movie The Mikado. The other was a grown woman who is a singer and just happens to be a soprano, which is my voice part. Boy is that wierd. you should try it with your name and see what you find out about people who stole your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115456093947545650?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115456093947545650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115456093947545650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115456093947545650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115456093947545650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretty-random-this-time.html' title='pretty random this time'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115385065081402686</id><published>2006-07-25T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:04:18.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hope this post doesn't weigh you down.</title><content type='html'>so, i feel like i'm always extremely happy on this blog and i think the reasoning for that is because i read so many xangas and live journals and blogs that make me sad, and i really dont ever see a happy post or whatever. I kind of like being a happy poster. but in other times, i dont. i'm always saying life is good, which it is most of the time, but sometimes life is not good. I've noticed myself being worried a lot lately about things i shouldn't worry about because it's not my place. i've also noticed myself being afraid when i shouldn't be. i get paranoid about things. i feel like a little kid who is afraid the monster is going to pop out of her closet. i'm always afraid that some guy has broken into my house and is just about ready to scare me to death... and then shoot me for the fun of it because he already killed me when he scared me. yeah, i think about these things. i noticed that i have changed as a person. i act so different from when i was in middle school. i know i've only had one year of high school, but i've noticed a change in myself. i feel more confidant sometimes, and then i'll bring myself down. i noticed my concerns being directed more to myself rather than others, such as my family. my family is a big one. lately, i've been annoyed with teh girls for no reason at all. they'll come up to me and that will annoy me. it's just little things that shouldn't bother me, but they do. i've noticed these things as weaknesses in my faith. i have been straying so far away from God.  if i put my whole self and all my burdens in god alone, then i wouldn't worry and i wouldn't be afraid and i wouldn't be self-centered, and i wouldn't act the way i do toward my family. i was looking through old journals and stuff and i found some really cool little things. i didn't remember writing them, but at this point they really meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will live my life&lt;br /&gt;in accordance to you&lt;br /&gt;loving and serving all of my days&lt;br /&gt;i will call on you in strife&lt;br /&gt;and see today through your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obedience is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adonai shemmah- the Lord is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove doubt, fear, and uncertainty in my life for you alone are the Almighty one who can withstand the highest tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 4:7 if you do what is right, will you not be accepted? but if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must master it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 corinthians 16:14 do everything in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 4 and 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just a few of the things that i discovered. i've convered my room in all of these little sayings, hoping that i will see them daily and they will be a constant reminder of how much God deserves my worship. it's really refreshing to come back to this point. i feel good when i read just a little bit of His word because i feel so connected. it feels good to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115385065081402686?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115385065081402686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115385065081402686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115385065081402686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115385065081402686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/hope-this-post-doesnt-weigh-you-down.html' title='hope this post doesn&apos;t weigh you down.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115344650872942499</id><published>2006-07-20T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:31:35.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling generous?</title><content type='html'>so, next weekend, i need a place to stay. mom and dad are going to be out of town and i cant stay home by myself. I would if i had a car... and had my license. Anywho, I know lots of people are going out of town and stuff like that, but so are Mom and Dad. So, as the title says, anybody feeling generous?&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115344650872942499?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115344650872942499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115344650872942499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115344650872942499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115344650872942499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-generous.html' title='feeling generous?'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115332202104594313</id><published>2006-07-19T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:13:41.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried eating toast</title><content type='html'>so, yesterday, my house lost it's power. i came home to the smell of many different scented candles and my sisters shoving flashlights in my face.&lt;br /&gt;"hannah you need a flashlight, you need one!"&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was one odd day. we couldn't open the refrigerater because it was the only cold we had. we couldn't bare spoiling the milk or having the meat go bad. so the fridge stayed shut. same with the freezer. We sat in the dark for about an hour... doing nothing. i ate pumpkin seeds while josh and his lucky self listen to his ipod. i went to bed around ten thirty because there was nothing better to do. Try writing in a journal in the dark. Not the easiest thing to do. Anywho, i fell asleep quickly and woke up at seven. i fell asleep again and woke up at ten. The only reason i knew what time it was is because of our grandfather clock that works on batteries. anyway, still no power. but i was hungry. since we couldn't open the fridge, that ruled out cereal, unless i wanted it dry. I then had a thought. "why don't i make toast. No fridge needed!" i popped the toast into the toaster and let it sit for a second. Then the power came back on. At that moment, I had a realization. Most people would call this an epiphany, but i wouldn't. it was a blonde moment at the least. I realized that you may not need a fridge to make toast, but you need a toaster, which uses power. However, the power had turned back on, and my toast was being toasted as i thought to myself the irony of the situation. I really don't think it was irony, but oh well. soon, my toast was done and our fridge is working.&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of the story is, if your power ever goes out, don't let your mind power go out as well.&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115332202104594313?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115332202104594313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115332202104594313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115332202104594313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115332202104594313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-tried-eating-toast.html' title='i tried eating toast'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115319267581605023</id><published>2006-07-17T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:17:55.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no pictures this time</title><content type='html'>so, i know i just posted yesterday or something, but i am bored out of my mind. i didn't do very much today. i talked online (a lot) and laid out in the hammock. it was too humid out, so i came inside and did some writing and stuff. i looked at old pictures, got on the computer, then the storm hit. it took down our internet for a while, until dad fixed it. so now everything is just peachy except for the fact that i am extremely bored. this will be the same tomorrow. im doing nothing. probably the same stuff i did today. anyway, come to youth group. it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this has been the  first post in a while in which i haven't incorporated a picture. oh well. i think i'll live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115319267581605023?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115319267581605023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115319267581605023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115319267581605023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115319267581605023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-pictures-this-time.html' title='no pictures this time'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115311218710418383</id><published>2006-07-17T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:56:27.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Lake Michigan</title><content type='html'>these were the scenic views from my family's trip to lake michigan. scroll down to see pictures of the fam! enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/kingkong%20mts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/kingkong%20mts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/wave2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/wave2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/lake%20MI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/lake%20MI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/footprints2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/footprints2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115311218710418383?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115311218710418383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115311218710418383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115311218710418383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115311218710418383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-to-lake-michigan.html' title='Welcome to Lake Michigan'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115311204579281224</id><published>2006-07-17T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:18:24.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mother and me walking along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/hannahwalking%20sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/hannahwalking%20sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it folks. i hope you enjoyed a taste of lake michigan!&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" 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/19041108-115311204579281224?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115311204579281224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115311204579281224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115311204579281224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115311204579281224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-and-me-walking-along-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289753286250367</id><published>2006-07-14T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:18:52.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last one for baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;picture 1: bottom of the fifth was when the tigers made their big comeback and the rest of the game, the score stayed the same. Tigers won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture 2: our view of the crowd on the left side. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture 3: rachael cheering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture 4: where's waldo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's basically what's been going on. i hope you have enjoyed my pictures! enjoy life and summer! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289753286250367?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289753286250367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289753286250367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289753286250367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289753286250367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-one-for-baseball.html' title='last one for baseball'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289725450010607</id><published>2006-07-14T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:14:14.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baseball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_5010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_5010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289725450010607?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289725450010607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289725450010607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289725450010607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289725450010607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/baseball.html' title='baseball...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289656615389179</id><published>2006-07-14T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:02:46.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more baseball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289656615389179?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289656615389179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289656615389179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289656615389179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289656615389179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-baseball.html' title='more baseball...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289628938696978</id><published>2006-07-14T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:58:09.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tiger's baseball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289628938696978?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289628938696978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289628938696978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289628938696978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289628938696978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/tigers-baseball-game.html' title='tiger&apos;s baseball game'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289595868030049</id><published>2006-07-14T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:52:38.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last one for the zoo</title><content type='html'>Look! In scientifical terms, i am a King Cobra! (Ophiogpagus hannah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a snake that's just chillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's the last of the zoo. now here are some pictures for the baseball game!&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289595868030049?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289595868030049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289595868030049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289595868030049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289595868030049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-one-for-zoo.html' title='last one for the zoo'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289572014133834</id><published>2006-07-14T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:48:40.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo again.</title><content type='html'>Picture 1: trumpet swans and me.&lt;br /&gt;picture 2: red kangaroos. one got loose. oops.&lt;br /&gt;picture 3: us looking at a bicen.&lt;br /&gt;picture 4: The tiger that i love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289572014133834?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289572014133834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289572014133834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289572014133834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289572014133834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/zoo-again.html' title='zoo again.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289493816052044</id><published>2006-07-14T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:40:48.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics...</title><content type='html'>(below) ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below) that tunnel in the background is where we were when the seal swam above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below) if you look closely you can see that the polar bear and i are interlocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" 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/19041108-115289493816052044?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289493816052044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289493816052044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289493816052044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289493816052044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-pics.html' title='more pics...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289475394494497</id><published>2006-07-14T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:32:33.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below) all three daughters holding the rail with their right feet down. now that's family telepathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below) that would be a seal the swam above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289475394494497?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289475394494497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289475394494497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289475394494497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289475394494497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/below-all-three-daughters-holding-rail.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289453860543055</id><published>2006-07-14T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:28:58.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we spot the very rare Arctic Josh. Look closely and you can see he is capable of holding a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289453860543055?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289453860543055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289453860543055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289453860543055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289453860543055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-here-we-spot-very-rare-arctic-josh.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289433801639533</id><published>2006-07-14T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:25:38.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was beth with the giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was our little giraffe we named Harry who picked his nose with his tongue. (above)&lt;br /&gt;this was me with a hippo! (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289433801639533?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289433801639533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289433801639533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289433801639533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289433801639533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-pictures_14.html' title='more pictures...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289403841720438</id><published>2006-07-14T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:20:38.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there are monkeys in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was "little peacock" who was about to wreak havok on an unsuspecting public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stay tuned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289403841720438?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289403841720438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289403841720438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289403841720438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289403841720438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-pictures.html' title='more pictures...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115289374748483280</id><published>2006-07-14T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:15:47.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures from the zoo</title><content type='html'>okay, so i have pictures from the detroit zoo (we went on monday). they will probably be in a bunch of posts. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4847.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4847.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4850.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4850.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4853.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4853.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/100_4855.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/100_4855.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-115289374748483280?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115289374748483280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115289374748483280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289374748483280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115289374748483280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-from-zoo_14.html' title='pictures from the zoo'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115250102621608029</id><published>2006-07-09T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:10:26.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>most def.</title><content type='html'>wow, i've been feeling really good lately. I don't even know why. i've jsut been happy. maybe it's because i went shopping, maybe it's because i'm writing most of my life down, or maybe it's because my room is clean. whichever one it is, i am very happy that it has been making me happier. anyway, just thought i'd let you know!&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115250102621608029?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115250102621608029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115250102621608029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115250102621608029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115250102621608029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-def.html' title='most def.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115232424333501404</id><published>2006-07-07T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:04:03.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>once again...</title><content type='html'>omgosh. jonas brothers are amazing. i know i've said this before, but seriously. they have lyrics on their site at jonasbrothers.com and some songs too. anyway, just thought i'd let you know.&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115232424333501404?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115232424333501404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115232424333501404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115232424333501404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115232424333501404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-again.html' title='once again...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115197547510501598</id><published>2006-07-03T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:11:25.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>had to write it down</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had those incredible urges to live out your dream right this moment? I get those a lot and they are starting to get on my nerves. They really light the fire beneath me and make me feel so confined to where I am now. I feel like I will never get out of Saginaw. Don't get me wrong, I love Saginaw and all of the friends I have here. I just don't want to be here sometimes. I know that whatever I accomplish for myself won't have lots of value after I die (kind of like material possesions), but I really want that to change. I want those accomplishments to have value to the Kingdom. I don't want to do them solely for myself, but to glorify God. I wish that the things I loved to do were more convienient. I mean I love to sing and to act, but those things I only love to do in front of people. One of my aspiring dreams is to be in a filmed musical, or even just a movie itself. I get so jealous when I watch movies and the "behind the scenes" stuff. That's the stuff that lights my fire. I know I shouldn't get jealous or envious, but it's so hard to just reject. It's like the nasty habit of biting your nails (which I do, by the way). It's very difficult to stop, once you've started. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to teh starting of shcool, but only for the productions. I really am hoping to get a lead role that I've dreamt of ever since I could remember. If I don't, I'm not exactly sure how I will react. Anyway, I just had to write this stuff down, because it all beats me up inside sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;   All of you have a great fourth and be happy with what you are given while you have it. I'm working on it. See you all later.&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115197547510501598?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115197547510501598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115197547510501598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115197547510501598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115197547510501598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-to-write-it-down.html' title='had to write it down'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115137261852245085</id><published>2006-06-26T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:43:38.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one weekend to this week</title><content type='html'>dear lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;     Last weekend we had exTend. There were about twenty-five students there learning about God and his wonder. If you want to hear more about it, you should go to "already not yet" which is steve's (one of our speakers) blog. He has more on another website, but he has a link to it. Anyway, it was a BLAST and we went and swam on saturday. Oh goodness was that fun! We had a waterslide that wasn't very big, but it was SO fast! Then we had a blob and that was really fun. I came in second behind abigail for going the highest. Yeah, it was pretty amazing. Then I came back and realized I had the biggest sunburn i have ever had. My shoulders are better and are beginning to tan, but my back still hurts... really bad. So, that was the HIGHpoint of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;    This week up until Thursday we have Bible camp. It started on Sunday and that was fun, but not as fun as today. I went CRAZY and was flipping my hair around everywhere. kids wanted me to sign their shirts and they pretty much marveled all of us dancers and... "banders???" (the band people). I smile so BIG and i was told tonight that it is delightful to watch me dance because of my big smile.&lt;br /&gt;    So, that's gonna be my life for a while. I'll write maybe... i don't know. Later probably when BC is over. Well, I love you all and will see you SOON!&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115137261852245085?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115137261852245085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115137261852245085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115137261852245085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115137261852245085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-weekend-to-this-week.html' title='one weekend to this week'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-115067272300798745</id><published>2006-06-18T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:18:43.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7840/1863/1600/100_2987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7840/1863/320/100_2987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this picture pretty much sums up my past couple weeks as a person. Look at my face. Sheer fun and fear. I've discovered that jumping can capture so many sides of a person, without even knowing it. You see, when you jump, you make odd faces without knowing it. At that point, I made taht face, and I didn't know it. So therefore, it sums up what has been going on. I have had fun (jumping and being in the air is really fun) and I've been afraid (being in the air is fun, but the unknown scares us all. "where am I going to land? will I hurt myself?" haunts my thoughts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've driven five times so far and I really enjoy it. that's all I have to say about driving. Oh, one word of advice, never tell someone what you think of his or her car horn. it may come out the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I came over to the nall's to stay until Monday. We've had a blast. We swam pretty late last night, and I didn't go to bed until 2 o' clock. Today I was so tired that I couldn't stay awake. It ook a small nap in daddy's office. I came back to the nall's, took another nap, and then we celebrated father's day with food! Typically american.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's about all that's been going on. I really enjoy sharing my fun times with you. :) y'all rock! WHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hannah Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-115067272300798745?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115067272300798745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=115067272300798745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115067272300798745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/115067272300798745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='a picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114942421661100211</id><published>2006-06-04T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T08:30:16.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, I'm going to post (A.K.A. ramble) about the goings on of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;    First, at eleven, I went to center courts and sat in the back seat of the car while kier drove! It was quite exhilerating, but not as much as driving on the road myself! It was my first time, so I was just a bit excited. I drove over a curb on a right turn and I cranked up the tunes, but my driving instructor kept turning it down. Anyway, it was pretty fun, expecially with kier in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;      At five 0' clock yesterday, all the seniors that went to senior sneak last year came over, watched their video and then hung out at my house. It was pretty fun. we had ice cream and lots of pizza (we have about ten, if not more, ziploc bags of pizza in my fridge). So, anyway, I think I am going to go now, because that was basically all the things that happened yesterday besides the face that mommy's sick. i'll see y'all later and dont get sick!&lt;br /&gt;~Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114942421661100211?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114942421661100211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114942421661100211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114942421661100211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114942421661100211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-im-going-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114752991014769880</id><published>2006-05-13T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:18:30.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just some pictures</title><content type='html'>Oh look! It's me!!! Whoo hoo!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/hannah17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/hannah17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/hannah28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/hannah28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the chronicles of Hannah and Brynn... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/brynn17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/brynn17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-114752991014769880?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114752991014769880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114752991014769880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114752991014769880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114752991014769880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-some-pictures.html' title='just some pictures'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114729935736203104</id><published>2006-05-10T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:15:57.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a song.</title><content type='html'>So, i think i am very happy right now. I have just written a song and I just finished the harmony portion. I'm telling you, guys. This is a HUGE accomplishment for me. I always told myself (and others) that I can't write songs. I'm bad at it, because they all turn out horrible. This one, I really enjoy. I wonder what I'll say to myself about this song when I'm older. I might think it's stupid, but i really like it now. I don't think there has been a time where I've ever felt these different emotions at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always strive to do what you would never strive for:&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114729935736203104?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114729935736203104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114729935736203104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114729935736203104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114729935736203104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/05/song.html' title='a song.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114661306018298726</id><published>2006-05-02T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:17:40.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>four paragraphs.</title><content type='html'>so, my aunt called the other day and completely reminded me that I have a blog! I have forgotten about it... and sadly, neglected it. So, I would like you thank you, Aunt Lori, for reminding me about this wonderful little contraption commonly known as the online weblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged today. Someone asked me what people write in blogs. I didn't know what to say. I ended up saying what I thought I would never say: "Basically nothing important." CAN YOU BELIEVE ME?! I am ashamed of myself for saying everything on blog is unimportant. I now differ from what I said. I have thought (thunked) about it and have come up with a wonderful explaination of a blog. A blog is the commong weblog or online journal in which someone shares his or her thoughts, ranging from the deepest to the most shallow concepts of all. Nonetheless, it is where a person can tell people about what has happened during a span of time and can update at whichever time he or she pleases. This is my explaination of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's Tuesday and all I can think about is the compact disc that is released today. It's the Jonas Brothers first cd called "Mandy" after their hit single, "Mandy" (go figure). Anyway, as a fan, it is my duty to inform the uneducated public of America about this incredible and fresh band. By using the term "fresh" I mean they are fairly new to the professional music world. The members of the band are Kevin Jonas-18, Joe Jonas-16, and Nick Jonas-14. They are from New Jersey and their style is a combination or rock, pop, and punk. I am continually being asked what other bands I can compare them to, and I honestly do not have an answer. From what Joe has to say, they base a lot of their style on Switchfoot (which happens to be Nick's and one of Joe's favorite bnads). Anyway, i find myself thouroughly englufed in their music and am very excited that their compact disc is released today (considering it was supposed to come out on September of last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it! I promised myself that I would not make a long post today, and here I am long-posting. I am sorry to all of you readers. I try to make things short and sweet, but I am incapable because I am a story writer. Oh, i remember! That's what I was doing! I was writing my book! I'm going to do more of that now! I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;loves and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah(lindsay)Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114661306018298726?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114661306018298726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114661306018298726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114661306018298726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114661306018298726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/05/four-paragraphs.html' title='four paragraphs.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114592742040655994</id><published>2006-04-24T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:13:19.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that's life</title><content type='html'>lately I've found myself in a fog and it's not just because school started today. I've been feeling like everything is distant and a lot of things will be changing. My freshman year is coming to an end. I was just beginning to enjoy not knowing what was going on, being the naive one, and having everyone tell me the ropes around Heritage. I know next year will only be my sophmore year, but i know so many things are going to change. I saw many things change from the years past, and I know now that I'm in high school that things will change much more quickly thatn I will expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of my friends and I know I haven't spent enough time with all of them. I feel like I need to just be with them and act like a friend. I've missed a lot of important events in the lives of all of them and guys, I want to apologize. I'm sorry I haven't been the greatest friend lately,a nd don't even say that I haven't done anything wrong. I know I have. It's okay. I know what I need to work on, and that's just what I plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I have been feeling like this, a lot of things are going correctly too. My family is amazing. I thoroughly enjoy my brother's working at Tropical Smoothie Cafe. It's my favorite job that he's had. My dad is beyond reason the most down to earth and funniest person I know. He made me laugh so many times today, even when I didn't wnat to (and I tried not to laugh). I really appreciate and respect my mom. I don't know if she really knows how much I value her. I tend to stray away from her, and I don't want her to get the wrong impression. My sisters, oh those sisters of mine. All they want to do is have fun and be with their big sister. There's this horrible stereo type of big sisters that she has to hate her little sisters. I have caved into that stereo type, and i don't like it one bit, because in reality, all I want to do is have fun and be with them. I'm not going to be unreal here, though. They do get on my nerves, but I love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my dog is considered part of the family. I would consider her to be. All she wants to do is be loved, and I feel like that's what we do as a family. We love her. She's my Ruthie puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to congratulate you for reading all of this. You are an amazing reader (of course if you've read my last two entries all the way through you are amaaaaaaazing too)! I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;~Hannah&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I discovered bands that I like! Everlife and the Jonas Brothers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114592742040655994?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114592742040655994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114592742040655994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114592742040655994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114592742040655994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-life.html' title='that&apos;s life'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114555668769309037</id><published>2006-04-20T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:10:49.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the bike ride</title><content type='html'>so, another eventful day in the life of Hannah. It all started when Rachael left to go to Jack's birthday party. Brynn came over to stay the day. yeah, we were bored, until the one fateful moment when Dad said, "Hey, why don't y'all ride up to 7-11?" and we were like, "Okay!" So, we were off. Off into the world of the unknown. We had a great idea that we would go to the church, and on our way back to my house, we would stop at 7-11. We had a problem though. Brynn said, "Okay, we can go two ways. We can turn at Sherwood and then go to that drug store that used to be Kipp's that is now McCarty Liquor store. Or we could go straight and run into a whole bunch of intersections." which is code for saying, "we could go the extrememly difficult, tear jerking, heart-wrenching, thigh breaking way, or we could to the really easy way." yeah, guess what I chose. You guessed it! The extremely difficult, tear jerking, heart-wrenching, thigh breaking way. So we rode and rode and rode. We hit every single construction site in the entire city of Saginaw. We finally made it to the church. I surprised Mom by coming up behind her and giving her a bug hug. we eventually left the church. I was tired of my bike handles hurting my hands, so i wanted to trade bikes with Brynn. We both enjoyed our new bikes! Mine was a very smooth rider. Brynn enjoyed what she called "Hydrolics." What she eventually found out was that it was just a squeaky seat. When i was riding it, she thought I changed my gears every time the thing squeaked because that's what it sounded like. Anyway, on our way out of the parking lot, i ran into the pole with the reflector on it. Yeah, i fell off my bike. I was just glad no one I knew saw me do it except for Brynn. Now, we were passing Brynn's neighborhood and i saw Mike P. waving to me and he was turning into that neighborhood. I recongnized him and started talking to him. I was like, "Hey!" Unfourtunately, teh sidewalk I was on was one of those wierd ones that don't exactly match up to the other sidewalk on the other side of the driveway. Yeah, i ran into a curb right in front of my friend. Yeah, it hurt. I went flying off my bike, and Brynn kept strolling along. I was like, "Brynn, i fell off my bike again." She was a good friend and helped me up. I wish I could say that's wehat she did. Nope, she turned around a started cracking up. Yeah, I had grass all in my bike and i was unsightly myself. So, i figured the best thing to do was laugh at myself, which i did. And, i guess I'm laughing now too. Anyway, teh adventure continued. We stopped at 7-11 and parked our bikes (or as i told dad, barked our pikes) on the side of the store and bought our slurpees. We were about to leave,w ehn we saw two police cars there. We started walking our bikes. An officer opened his door and said something I didn't hear. So, I said, "What?" I knew at that moment, I probably should have said, "What, sir?" I knew we'd get busted for parking on the side of the store! He repeated, "Are those slurpees frozen?" we both said, "Yeah." I knew we should have said, "Yeah, sir." but we didn't. Anyway, I told Brynn that I thought we'd get busted for parking ont he side of the store. She was afraid for a better reason: not having helmets. However, we didn't get busted at all. So we were at the little drive in of Rite Aid and we wanted to cross the street into the Walgreen's driveway thing. However, when we stopped in the Rite Aid driveway, we stopped not close enought to the curb. A car stopped behind us. I wanted to move closer to the curb. However, we didn't. Then this really white, junky littel car looked like it wanted to turn. The driver was all trying to turn it and stuff, but it wasn't working. He turned right into the curb. yep. the curb. Brynn was pusing at my bike to turn. I was like, "TURN! there's no place to turn! She was running into my bike and stuff, so I looked both ways and I went straight to the other side. That's right. The other side. I turned around to look behind me and I was like, "Brynn, we made it." but brynn wasn't there. I looked around and i saw her, still on the other side of the road! She rode on rocks and little bumps all the way to the street light in front of Plainfield. That's when she turned. Now, mind you, we have had 22 oz. slurpees in our right hands this entire time. One handed steering, that's right. So, we were riding along, trying to think about all the damage we have caused to both ourselves and to the poor traffic by rite aid and walgreens. So, throughout all of this I have gone through many bumps and rocks with a slurpee in my hand. Next thing I know, I'm going over what shouldn't even be considered a bump, i sqeeze my slurpee, the top falls off, the straw falls out, i scream and the slurpee dramatically falls to the ground. I stopped my bike and ran over to my poor, poor slurpee that brought me so much joy on this extrememly warm day. I picked it up, straw and all, and carried it all back home (except for the slurpee that had already made contact with the ground). When I arrived home (which i did, a few bumps a bruises apperent), i had to throw my slurpee cup away, tatoo and all, and i put what was left of the slurpee in a cup (the slurpee that stayed in the cup when it fell). No, i did not use the straw. I threw it away. What I've learned today Brynn's an outdoor person, and I'm not. This all happened because two girls were bored. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114555668769309037?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114555668769309037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114555668769309037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114555668769309037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114555668769309037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/04/bike-ride.html' title='the bike ride'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114547051408106619</id><published>2006-04-19T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:38:25.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the dog</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness. that was soooooooo scary. Okay, it all started when i was outside with Beth. We were playing in the backyard when she suggested that we take Ruthie (our dog) on a walk. I figured it would be a good idea, since she doesn't get one very often. I called Mom to see if it was okay that beth, rach and i walked to Plainfeild with Ruthie. She said it was okay, so we left. Everything was fine, until we were about three houses away from plainfeild. There was a dog. It looked to us like a stray. It had crossed the road and was going into the bus loop area. This meant it was far enough away from us not to know we were even there. Rachael and Beth pointed it out to me and I didn't think much of it. I figured we would go around the back way and everything would be fine. We reached the point where we couldn't see the dog anymore, but I trusted my instincts. We got to the playground area and I let the girls play in the playground. Unfourtunately, it was not for long. Ruthie had just dragged me off a bench and into the rocks. All of a sudden, i heard the little girls scream behind me. I looked and there, about two feet away from Ruthie, was the dog. I had not gotten a close up of this dog before and now I saw it's face. It was a mix between a boxer and a pitt bull. Boy did it look ferocious. Beth started petting it and I told her not to. It did not have a collar. All it had was a bright red leash. I told her not to pet it anymore. For all I knew, this dog could have rabies or rolled around in something. The color of this dog was a light brown, with dark brown markings on it. The markings looked like (&gt;) those little things on it's back. It was a tall dog, much taller than Ruthie. This dog kept getting closer and closer to Ruthie, no matter how hard I tugged at her to get away. All I could think about was how in the movies, the dogs start fighting and after a few minutes, all you hear is the high-pitched yelp of a dog and you know the fight is over. I did not even consider it an option to let go of Ruthie's leash. All the girls wanted to do was grab the other dog's leash and lead it somewhere. I would not let them. I told them that we did not want to touch the dog in any way. Finally, I could not keep them apart. They did not start fighting, but started smelling each other. I saw tails wagging, but i was not about to let that fool me. I pulled Ruthie away. My main concern was that they would start fighting. Ruthie's leash got too tight and she began gagging. At that point, I would rather have her gag, then be bitten and beaten up by this stray dog. Rachal kept saying, "We need to call animal control, now!" and I was like, "Rachael, we don't have a phone and we are not gonna call animal control." Both the girls were asking me what to do and with the question repeated so many times, i cracked I yelled "I don't know what to do, okay!" Rachael then got really scared and began crying. I couldn't stand this. We started walking home. I let the dog follow us. If it was going to follow us home, then it was going to follow us home, and there was nothing we could do about it. Rachael advised me that it was a girl dog, so we started calling her a "her" and not an "it."&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is this really scary house on the way to plainfield (and if it's on the way there, it's obviously there on the way back, too). We were passing it and this time, there were people on the porch. Now, i don't know what kind of house this is, but I think it's some really bad rehabilitation home. It's all tehse really scary guys smoking and drinking and stuff. I now had a whole new set of problems. The girls were screaming/crying, the dogs had to stay apart, and now we had to be quiet in front of this house and not talk to anyone that talks to us (Mom said that. she's experienced the rude/vulgar comments). Rachael was not thinking so she screamed. I shushed her and she realized where we were. Some guy said to us, "Is that your dog?" and I just kept walking. he said it again and I said no. So, we passed the house. However, the dog kept following us. We got all the way to Barnard with this dog, until I heard a honk behind us. I looked and I did not recognize this car. The driver pointed to the dog and I made the connection that it was her dog. We stopped, but the dog kept going. Boy was I afraid. I ahd no clue what to do. The lady took teh dog and explained to us that it was her dog and her daughters left the dog out without a leash. I told her we figured she might find her way back home, so we let her follow us. However, they were visiting friends, so the dog wouldn't have found her way home. The dog's name was Icess. So, the dog was off our hands. However, it's germs were not. When we got home, we washed our hands and boy are we all tired. i'm going to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;~hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114547051408106619?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114547051408106619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114547051408106619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114547051408106619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114547051408106619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/04/dog.html' title='the dog'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114513131516245680</id><published>2006-04-15T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:21:49.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah.</title><content type='html'>so, i pretty much have found the man i'm gonna marry. yeah. He's three years older than me but whatever. His birthday is April 27 ( which is coming up soon, and i probably will celebrate all day in my head). Yeah, he's pretty amazing. He's an actor, which is good and he juggles. He lives in England (hey, it doesn't mean I'm never going to meet him, because I will when I marry him). So remember that one time when I said I found the man I'm going to marry? Yeah, I totally found him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114513131516245680?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114513131516245680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114513131516245680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114513131516245680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114513131516245680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah.html' title='yeah.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114450970097297384</id><published>2006-04-08T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:21:41.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I gotta cut loose, Footloose!</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh. I've had no time to do anything and here i am doing something. Footloose has taken over my life and... I like it. i love the plays. it's what I do. once Footloose is over, I will officially have NO life at all. What am I going to do this summer? I'm going to be so bored. I mean, this is what I do. I go to rehearsal/performance, come home later, do my homework, and then go to bed. You see my problem? When it's over, i will come home, do homework, eat dinner then what? sit and watch tv, or something? yeah, I'll have no life. Anyway, I'm really enjoying it all now, and I hope it's going well. Last night we sold out and even had to add chairs in the isles!!! That's beyond amazing! They jumped out of their seats when chorus came out for curtain call! That is amazingly awesome! I already can't wait until next year's play/musical! YEAH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114450970097297384?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114450970097297384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114450970097297384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114450970097297384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114450970097297384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/04/tonight-i-gotta-cut-loose-footloose.html' title='Tonight I gotta cut loose, Footloose!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114330562678771706</id><published>2006-03-25T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:55:30.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some days</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since I've put in an entry and I choose the time where I'm booked and am about to leave. Oh well. So, Katie and I had a slumber party at her house Thursday night, just us. It was really fun! We called Sarah Galo and we sang happy birthday and then we recorded the rest of our night. It was really fun! We have like our entire night on tape!!! Then, yesterday I went and bought some stuff for my cousins and then I came home. So today, I have rehearsal at like, 1:00, so I have an hour to get ready. I mean I'm dressed, but I dunno if I like what I'm wearing. oh well. Who knows how long rehearsal will be until. It depends on how well we do today. Everyone's supposed to have their costumes. Mine I already got from the costume room. I have three outfits and a church choir robe that smells really bad. oh well! Well, I should probably jet. I'll post... who knows when!&lt;br /&gt;~Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114330562678771706?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114330562678771706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114330562678771706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114330562678771706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114330562678771706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-days.html' title='some days'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114185351329151140</id><published>2006-03-08T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:14:11.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overview</title><content type='html'>So, i feel like it's been forever since I've put in an entry! The weather is getting warmer and that really excites me! As a matter of fact, I just saw beth riding her bike in our driveway. Aw, i love spring and summer! yay! So, school's getting better for me, which is good. I think cold weather initially makes me bitter, which is not good. However, Snowdoubt was awesome and I really enjoyed it, especially because my birthday was over that weekend! I was so excited that entire day! Yeah, Snowdoubt was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114185351329151140?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114185351329151140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114185351329151140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114185351329151140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114185351329151140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/03/overview.html' title='overview'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114056072192428769</id><published>2006-02-21T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:25:21.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...basically</title><content type='html'>So, I definately don't enjoy school. The only parts of it i like are lunch and Footloose practice. The classes are boring... basically. I'm so cold right now. My fingers are freezing, i can't even tell ya. So, I have like four more days until my birthday!!! Yay!!! I can't wait for it! It's gonna be like this big party! Okay, I'm going to go learn a solo and ensemlbe song that's eight pages long. yeah. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114056072192428769?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114056072192428769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114056072192428769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114056072192428769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114056072192428769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/02/basically.html' title='...basically'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-114020420762285856</id><published>2006-02-17T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:23:27.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school and electricity</title><content type='html'>because of that lovely little thunder storm we had last night, our electricity went out. It was sort of fun. We had like a billion candles lit around the house and were all sharing one flashlight. Oh, dang it. I just remembered, I have my own flashlight! Wow, that was dim-whitted of me! Haha! Anyway, I just thought I'd let everyone know. Oh yeah, WE HAD NO SCHOOL TODAY! oh it rocked. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-114020420762285856?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/114020420762285856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=114020420762285856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114020420762285856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/114020420762285856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-and-electricity.html' title='school and electricity'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113997433048509278</id><published>2006-02-14T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:33:07.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I am definately on cloud nine right now!!!!!!! Mom and dad bought me these chocloate covered strawberries that are absolutely adorable! It's wrapped so delicately and it's so elegant. Its so... me!!!! I got ecards today and some valentine emails. I wish it were valentie's day all year round. or at least on my birthday. Oh well! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113997433048509278?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113997433048509278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113997433048509278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113997433048509278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113997433048509278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!!!!!!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113968972024931211</id><published>2006-02-11T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:28:40.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;here's another picture that i made myself. it's from homecoming. i like this picture too. It's a favorite of mine. Tell me whta ya think!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/hannahrach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/hannahrach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~iBhannah&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-113968972024931211?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113968972024931211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113968972024931211' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113968972024931211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113968972024931211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-picture.html' title='another picture'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113926432823915703</id><published>2006-02-06T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:18:48.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/640/hannahflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2527/1877/320/hannahflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span &gt; so, this picture is a favorite of mine. I just did some picasa to it and i liiiiike it a lot better now. It was taken this past summer. Anyway, i thought i might show y'all. i enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/19041108-113926432823915703?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113926432823915703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113926432823915703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113926432823915703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113926432823915703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-like-this-picture.html' title='i like this picture'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113905754502020567</id><published>2006-02-04T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T07:52:25.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>solo and ensemble</title><content type='html'>so today is solo and ensemble and im very nervous. I have a bad case of the jitters. Im positng this because i need lots of prayers today. pray for my staying calm, relaxing,a nd having fun. It's a lot more difficult than people think to sing at a hig school level when you've been singing at a middle school level for two years and got perfect ones. I've never gotten below a one (the highest score), so im really nervous because im afraid that if i dont get a one, im not going to be happy at all. so just pray that ill be happy with whatever i get. Thanks for your support and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;love to all&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113905754502020567?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113905754502020567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113905754502020567' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113905754502020567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113905754502020567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/02/solo-and-ensemble_04.html' title='solo and ensemble'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113857318530056447</id><published>2006-01-29T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:47:44.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this weekend</title><content type='html'>wow, this weekend was so much fun! We had a blast at Blas in Michindoh. And i did not get a fever this time! Yay! So, i ran slides and it's fun. I got closer to all the band members, and it was pretty funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;    Tinight at Ignite, it was fun! i went up and hugged like a billio people!!! It was amazing! It was like a major group hug! so, anyway, the worship was awesome (and the slide man did very well), the talk went great, and small group time was fun! I am not kidding, we were almost the loudest group there. so my back and side hurts probably from the beds at michindoh, but im not sure. it's really loud in here (the apex) right now. I can hear like a million conversations!&lt;br /&gt;    so a buncha people told me i have poofy hair today. that is not good. and now, i am just tying cause i like to and im bored. so i guess ill talk to you all later! Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113857318530056447?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113857318530056447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113857318530056447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113857318530056447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113857318530056447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-weekend.html' title='this weekend'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113836806222827795</id><published>2006-01-27T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:21:02.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>car accident</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh. dad and i were driving to take the little girls to school this morning when we got in an accident. no, i'm not kidding. we were driving on shattuck and were coming up on an intersection. There was a bus to our right, and a car and a bus on our left. The car in front of the bus on the left peeked out and we thought she'd stop, seeing us coming, but she didn't. she pulled out more and she hit the driver's side of our car. thankfully no one was hurt, and we got the police to come. she was found at fault, so that was good, but no one was mad at anyone. she even let us use her cell phone. needless to say, we're all good, even the car. it still runs, but it has a remarkable scratch on the side and is dented a little. Yeah, rach and i cried right after we got hit because of the shock. wow, it was amazing. well, i have to go. see you all later&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113836806222827795?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113836806222827795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113836806222827795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113836806222827795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113836806222827795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/car-accident.html' title='car accident'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113812699031868573</id><published>2006-01-24T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:03:03.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school and Derek Webb</title><content type='html'>haha! I'm sitting in honors english right now! I forgot to email myself my papers, so i did all my cahnges ON paper and im done now... an bored. so here i am writing an entry. haha! Leah is making a buncha people a power point cause shes bored too! Tomorrow is curriculum night. well, ima go now! I love you all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich young ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;poverty is so hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when it’s only on your tv and twenty miles across town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;where we’re all living so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that we moved out of Jesus’ neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;where he’s hungry and not feeling so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from going through our trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he says, more than just your cash and coin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want your time, i want your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want the things you just can’t give me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so what must we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here in the west we want to follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we speak the language and we keep all the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;even a few we made up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;come on and follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but sell your house, sell your suv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sell your stocks, sell your security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and give it to the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what is this, hey what’s the deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don’t sleep around and i don’t steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want the things you just can’t give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; If you could love me as a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and for my wedding gift, your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Should that be all I’d ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or is there more I’m looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a whore I do confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I put you on just like a wedding dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I run down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I run down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m a prodigal with no way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I put you on just like a ring of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I run down the aisle to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So could you love this bastard child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though I don’t trust you to provide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one hand in a pot of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other in your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am so easily satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by the call of lovers so less wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would take a little cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over your very flesh and blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because money cannot buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a husband’s jealous eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you have knowingly deceived his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;some derek webb lyrics for you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19041108-113812699031868573?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113812699031868573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113812699031868573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113812699031868573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113812699031868573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-and-derek-webb.html' title='school and Derek Webb'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113805978371724733</id><published>2006-01-23T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:43:03.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so dad and josh got me hooked on Derek Webb's last and newsest albums "She Must and Shall Go Free" and "Mockingbird" which i heard is his best. I will attest to that!!! He's a genius! Here, look at some of his lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;I've got no new song to sing&lt;br /&gt;and i am like an amplifier&lt;br /&gt;i jsut tell you what i've heard&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm like a mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looooove the song A King and a Kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113805978371724733?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113805978371724733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113805978371724733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113805978371724733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113805978371724733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-dad-and-josh-got-me-hooked-on-derek.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113780511671597756</id><published>2006-01-20T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:58:36.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i think there's nothing better than sitting at home at the computer with nothing better to do but listen to Grits Dichotomy A. It just plain rocks. I mean, come on. What's better than being bored? Who wants to do work all the time. Not I! So, I just finished writing some more of my sequel. Victoria's got some major goings on that y'all are gonna yell about, if not out loud, then in your head. Well I gotta go. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113780511671597756?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113780511671597756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113780511671597756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113780511671597756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113780511671597756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-think-theres-nothing-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113763639857939654</id><published>2006-01-18T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:06:38.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random question</title><content type='html'>so would it not be the coolest thing to go on american idol? who think i should do it? and if so, would you vote for me?? I think it would ROCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113763639857939654?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113763639857939654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113763639857939654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113763639857939654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113763639857939654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-question.html' title='random question'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113725691559515165</id><published>2006-01-14T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:41:55.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if I had a title for this entry, i'd say...</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. Dad and I worked on my Italian song for FOREVER!!! how long would you say it was, Dad?&lt;br /&gt;    The absolute best part of exams... okay there's two. Half days and no homework on the weekends if you're me and forgot to go to your locker to grab Great Expectations. Hey, that was on tv today, except the summary said it was "loosely based on Charle's Dicken's classic" so i obviously didn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;    Today is Biz's (Bethie's (she prefers to be called biz)) second basketball game. Last saturday was her first and they tied, ten ten. It was perty cool. Mom's taking us to mickey D's to grab some grub. Or as Tod from Scrubs would say, "i'm gonna go get my grub on." Anyway, not really looking forward to going because i dont really understand basketball. or soccer (which Rachael plays) or football (which josh plays). I'm the only child in my family who's never played a sport. Actually, dad played football and Mom was a basketball player for a while, but hated it, so she stopped, but now she runs. so i am offically the only person in my family who has never and never will for that matter, play a sport.&lt;br /&gt;    So, Rachael thinks shes adopted because she "is different from everyone else." well, if we were all the same, that would... well... suck. we would probably get annoyed by each other.&lt;br /&gt;    well, i gotta brush my teeth, put on some makeup and get going. ill blog probably sometime next week (cause tomorrow starts a new week! Ha! okay. i get it. im not funny). Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113725691559515165?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113725691559515165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113725691559515165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113725691559515165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113725691559515165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-had-title-for-this-entry-id-say.html' title='if I had a title for this entry, i&apos;d say...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113693226494459395</id><published>2006-01-10T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:52:54.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two past days... my life... and everything else that applies.</title><content type='html'>So cast list came out today. I got Mrs. Dunbar. I worked really hard today at trying to rejoice with those who rejoiced and mourning with those who mourned. I think I was on a mourner side today, but mourning with otehr people and hearing their stories made me realize that I'm not at such a bad spot. I also think it might be good because i can spend more time on my school work and i can still have fun in the musical! I also worked on my solo and ensemble pieces when i got home. I looooooooove Le Violette!!! That tune is going to be stuck in my head all day! Daddy's gonna help me with one part when he gets home. Anyhow, i really excited about it! So, my health teacher wanted me to sing for the class today... so i did. someone told me i should go on star search or american idol and if i did, she would watch it every day! I was like, "thanks." So exams start tomorrow. Choir and sorld studies. A half day with the two easiest exams! what could be better? well, i gotsta jet and go emails some peeps! I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113693226494459395?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113693226494459395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113693226494459395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113693226494459395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113693226494459395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-past-days-my-life-and-everything.html' title='two past days... my life... and everything else that applies.'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113625263989290276</id><published>2006-01-02T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:45:10.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas break</title><content type='html'>so i finished my winter break reading as i planned it. my book i have to read for school got better about chapter 18. the first 17 chapters are boooooooooorriiiiiiing!!! he basically talked about the setting and the people and their personalities. yeah, quite the boring 17 chapters. and then the main character moves to London anyway so the setting didn't even really matter! but it sorta paid off because some people from the first 17 chapters came back. so now im on chapter 29. lovely. um, other than that, last night, i went to the nalls and we played some "gnarley" games. We (the teens) won in Family feud against the adults. Then we split up girls/guys yo play scene it. us girls one the first one. The second one was AWESOME! The guys were half a board ahead. Then, the girls stole it! and we made an incredible come back! it was neck and neck. we were both in the third winning ring. the guys ended up winning. It was all played fairly and well. Today, brynn came over and we played mario partae 7. oh baby, that was fun! fun stuff. so now, i'm off to have some fun. soemthing i haven't done in a while. adios. bye bye. sianara. ciao. au revoir. salut. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113625263989290276?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113625263989290276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113625263989290276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113625263989290276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113625263989290276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas break'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113598765793934879</id><published>2005-12-30T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:07:37.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and thats the truuuuuuuuuth!</title><content type='html'>Christmas = good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113598765793934879?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113598765793934879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113598765793934879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113598765793934879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113598765793934879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-thats-truuuuuuuuuth.html' title='and thats the truuuuuuuuuth!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113536701426252100</id><published>2005-12-23T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:45:18.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life as... we all know it???</title><content type='html'>so, im officially moving up to Mixed Ensemble Yay! Um, a member of my family (not me) upchucked the day before yesterday. Yeah, i was really afraid of getting sick, but I didn't! Yay! Yesterday was the staff and family Christmas part! I haven't had as much fun being a girl named Janie in a looooong time! haha! yeah, we went to Pizza hut then we went to the apex and blasted out! yeah, it feels good to talk. So, after that, I had a sleepover with my gurlz last night and we partaed all night long (by talking then falling alseep at 1:00)! Then we had cinnamon rolls this morning. Then we found out that Kier had a message on her cell and someone was posing as someone named "hannah" and it obviously was a guy. it was like, Duh! So we called like two guys that we suspected and they were like, "uh, no we didn't call you" except for one that kept "stalling." Pretty suspicious. And then i came home at 12:00 and was put to work because its cleaning day. Yesterday, I sat on my bed with my puppy weith teh heater blowing on us and we had a heck of a time. and i also went grocery shopping for 2:00 to 5:30 yesterday. i had to put all the groceries away by myself. Yeah, dad, i don't wanna hear anything about common sense... So, i have a really good idea for a talent show act at snow doubt which i think im more excited about than christmas. Haha! Christmas is two days away! yippee!Oh dang it. That just reminded me that I have homework. DANG! that's cold yo. haha! no, it really does suck. Anyway, merry christmas to all, and to all, TRY TO SLEEP ON CHRISTMAS EVE!&lt;br /&gt;sincerely...&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely?&lt;br /&gt;Cordially.&lt;br /&gt;Cordially?&lt;br /&gt;affectionately&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;(that's from Sound of Music, hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113536701426252100?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113536701426252100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113536701426252100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113536701426252100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113536701426252100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-as-we-all-know-it.html' title='life as... we all know it???'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113469793171563808</id><published>2005-12-15T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:52:11.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>so, i definately am stressed again. and i jsut want a weekend, not that that will help. I have A LOT on my mind. I'm struggling through some things, relationships mainly. It's just hard. I've also been behind on my school work a lot, which reminds me, ai have a visual aid to make. bye y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113469793171563808?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113469793171563808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113469793171563808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113469793171563808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113469793171563808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/12/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113424552054337831</id><published>2005-12-10T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:12:00.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M*A*S*H*</title><content type='html'>nothing is better than a standing ovation :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113424552054337831?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113424552054337831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113424552054337831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113424552054337831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113424552054337831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/12/mash.html' title='M*A*S*H*'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113401921470831929</id><published>2005-12-08T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:20:14.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite</title><content type='html'>"God is my favorite." he creates miracles before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113401921470831929?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113401921470831929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113401921470831929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113401921470831929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113401921470831929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-favorite.html' title='my favorite'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113364956207176180</id><published>2005-12-03T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:39:22.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love... And Hate</title><content type='html'>so, im really happy it's the weekend. i love them. a lot. i also love sending emails at 1:00 in the morning. i hate outlines. they need to go down, down, down in flames. yes. no, research papers need to do that. well, off to watch Jack Frost part of the 25 days of Christmas only on ABC Family!&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113364956207176180?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113364956207176180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113364956207176180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113364956207176180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113364956207176180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-and-hate.html' title='love... And Hate'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113340209410702486</id><published>2005-11-30T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:54:54.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>step one: take a deep breath. (breathe in, breathe out).&lt;br /&gt;step two: tell you about my days since last post.&lt;br /&gt;    okay, here goes! It's just been one thing after another. If you've looked at Josh's blog, you'll see we went looking for a Christmas tree for our first year (we've always had a fakie) and Josh got to cut down the tree. We had hot chocolate and the whole dealio yo. I got my own little bitty tree for my room. It was nine bucks and is about as tall as me, if not taller. Play practice has been demanding. Really demanding. However, yesterday, I got to leave early to get caught up on some work that I had to do for honors english (which sucks to the billionth power). I'm doing my note cards right now. I'm on notecard number 13 and I have 40. I probably should get a going. I could have come home two hours earlier than I did, but I didn't want to. Practice was fun (and funny) today.&lt;br /&gt;step three: take another deep breath (breathe in, breathe out).&lt;br /&gt;step four: close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;step five: try it with me. Close your eyes, take deep, calming breaths and just sit. Ahhh... don't you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;step five: open your eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;step six: read this last word from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113340209410702486?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113340209410702486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113340209410702486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113340209410702486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113340209410702486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHHHH!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113296148156599061</id><published>2005-11-25T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:31:21.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this year...</title><content type='html'>so, Thanksgiving was good. I had a blast of a time. Christmas with the Kranks wasn't as exciting as last years " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elf&lt;/span&gt;." that was the best ever! Overall, it was a good Thanksgiving and weekend. I went shopping today. yeah, shopping. found some awesome little music boxes that i want for Christmas... really bad. I want some other things for Christmas too this year (as Mariah Carey puts it, all I want for Christmas is you), that I won't be getting :(. Oh, well! I'm still happy as I am. Well, off toa  sleepover! fun fun!!!!!!!!! Adios Muchachos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;hannah"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113296148156599061?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113296148156599061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113296148156599061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113296148156599061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113296148156599061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-year.html' title='this year...'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113277972504473056</id><published>2005-11-23T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:02:05.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o my gosh! I've been sooooo busy! I've had play practice till unseen hours of the morning (or night, really) and then I came home and did my homeowrk and I've had no time at all for computer. I did watch the old Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe last night, which only makes me want to see the new one more. Goodness, it is soooooo cheesy looking! Well, Happy Thanksgiving to all for tomorrow. 4 DAY WEEKEND!!! YEA!!!!! So, I had to make up a test today after school that I missed on Friday because I stayed home because of the midnight showing of Harry Potter 4. Our quintet sang for two of my teachers today and we... um... were good for the first day trying. I mean, really good for the first day, but we can do soooooo much better!!!!!! Heck yes, we can do better! heck yes, I'm a first soprano! Heck yes, it rocks!!!! Heck yes, I'm leaving now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113277972504473056?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113277972504473056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113277972504473056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113277972504473056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113277972504473056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-my-gosh-ive-been-sooooo-busy-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113233716848417369</id><published>2005-11-18T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:06:08.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last night and today</title><content type='html'>so, last night i went to Harry Potter with those people, yeah. It was pretty good, even though I didn't even know what really happened before. So I was basically clueless, but whatever! I'm totally not in school today. I woke up at like 12:00 and dad's like, "Hannah, get up." and I was like, "Oh, crap, he's gonna make me go to school." then I looked at my clock and it said 12:00 so I scratched that last thought and felt really good. It feels like winter break sort of right now because I'm not in school, I have the heater on, I'm in my fuzzy robe, and there's snow outside!!!! So, I'm definately doing nothing at all today.  I'm really bored. Oh, wait. I jsut reemmbered dad said I have to clean my room sometime today, but that's not like I have to do it now. I'll probably end up wrting more in my book (Katie). It's getting soooooo good!!!!!!!!!!!! leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113233716848417369?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113233716848417369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113233716848417369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113233716848417369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113233716848417369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-night-and-today.html' title='last night and today'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19041108.post-113226512967438245</id><published>2005-11-17T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:05:29.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Starshine! The earth says hello!</title><content type='html'>so, it's my very first post ans it's quite the exciting one... not really... but okay! Um, so congrats on reaching my site! (i had a hard time finding it). So, i think at semester I may move up to mixed ensemble, but I may not. tonight, I'm going to see Harry Potter 4, even though I haven't seen two of three. Yeah... It should be a bit interesting, but veeeeery fun!!! so, it snowed yesterday, and that's about as good as winter's going to get. the first snowfall is the only good one besides Christmas Day snows. Other than that, they're all gross and cold. I don't like the cold. I rarely go out and play in the winter. So, i guess I'll be hibernating until spring. I shall never set foot in my backyard, front yard, sideyard and any other yard you can think of until the first bud of spring. hmm... lovely. sop, school is easy, i just maintain to do like just enough to get by already which I shouldn't do because my GPA will totally suck. I already have a b- right now, which dad says I can make to be an A. Can you beleive that dad? Getting mad at me for being even above average!!!!!! Yeah, dad, do you know how that feels??? it makes me feel worthless. Well, anyway, I'm off to eat a baked potato so I shall communicate to you all later. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iBhannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19041108-113226512967438245?l=holyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/113226512967438245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19041108&amp;postID=113226512967438245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113226512967438245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19041108/posts/default/113226512967438245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holyyours.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-morning-starshine-earth-says.html' title='Good morning Starshine! The earth says hello!'/><author><name>hannah michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12363916960812954282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
