<?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-2423615427342051287</id><updated>2011-08-22T09:58:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucie in the Sky with a Weblog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1497046877297304749</id><published>2011-04-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:18:01.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert title here</title><content type='html'>So it seems that I'm about due for my annual update to blogspot. My tonsillitis is gone, thanks to some antibiotics, and a new quarter is about to begin at SFCC. Since it's Spring quarter, I'll either have to start saving pennies, or begin looking for a summer job, since Sodexo doesn't run all its staff in the summer months. So wish me luck on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break was definitely a welcome sight! It's nice to have ten days away from customers, and be able to step outside of Spokane for a while. I spent my shortest visit to date down with Miya and Roy (only four days) where we were able to do a little shopping, and Roy was kind enough to fix both my laptop, and my xbox. I also got caught up with the Resident Evil series, as I hadn't gotten a chance to watch Afterlife yet. I was pleasantly surprised! There wasn't much plot to go on, but that's pretty typical for a zombie movie, and the action more than made up for it! Not to mention, watching zombies get killed in surround sound is way more intense than in my living room! Plus, Roy makes some mean barbeque, and I have discovered a new-found appreciation for potato salad (although I think the bacon definitely helped!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a new computer with my tax return, so if anyone doesn't know what to get for my birthday, some money to help with the expenses would be greatly appreciated! I'm hoping to get a new mac, but seeing as they're so pricey I'll have to play that one by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I have gritted our teeth, and finally decided to begin a diet. After researching multiple diet plans, she found the MAYO Clinic diet, which basically teaches you how to reconstruct your meals to contain more fruits and veggies, less meat, and to include more physical activity into your day. During the first two weeks, you go through a kind of detox period where you have to eat specific portions of each food group, and no sugar is allowed. We're on day two, and I'm already having to force myself to withstand the cravings! I'm determined to see this through though, since I've been tossing around the idea of going on a diet for quite some time now, and now that I've finally started, I can't back out so soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1497046877297304749?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1497046877297304749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1497046877297304749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1497046877297304749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1497046877297304749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2011/04/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert title here'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7599059596835902177</id><published>2010-07-17T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:12:55.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty entertaining to say the least. A friend from high school, Katie, came over and she, Sam and I paraded around Spokane, being awesome as usual. The mall was our first challenge; walking amongst millions of sales, with no money in our pockets and hardly any in the bank, and somehow finding the self control to not purchase a single thing! (It's a lot harder than it seems!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan was to go from there to the Panda Express for delicious orange chicken, and then to the Garland Theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon". Sam and I had already seen it, and we adored the movie, but Katie had yet to experience the immense measures of cute that this movie provided, and since the tickets are only $3.50 we figured it was a good expense. Things changed once we hit the Panda however. One minute we were happily singing along to the soundtrack of Anastasia (yes, we are THAT cool!) on our way to indulge ourselves on scrumptious orange chicken, and the next minute we had our food but discovered that we were now locked out of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we had taken Katie's car and she had free roadside service on her insurance so it didn't cost anything to get a locksmith, but we ended up missing the movie. Katie fortunately had two free tickets to see a movie at the Village Center Cinemas however that she needed to use before she left for college, so with an agreement between me and Sam to split the cost of the 3rd ticket we decided to see Toy Story 3 instead since we all hadn't seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 1 was of course awesome, but #2 had only been adequate in my mind so I hadn't expected much from this one. But I'd heard a lot of good things about it, so I decided that it was at least worth the price of half a ticket. Holy heck was I in for a surprise! It was amazing! Definitely my favorite one out of the trilogy. I nearly cried twice (yes, I almost cried over toys, but if you've seen the movie then you'll understand why!) and once the movie was over I had a desperate urge to speed home, open up my bag of old stuffed animals, and give every one of them a great big hug! If you're a fan of the previous Toy Story movies, and have enough funds in the bank, I would definitely recommend seeing this one, you won't be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went home were the rest of the night was filled with insane filming of various things from dancing, to random skits made up on the spot, to simply making strange faces at the camera! I don't think we finally crawled our way to bed till about 3 in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7599059596835902177?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7599059596835902177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7599059596835902177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7599059596835902177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7599059596835902177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1809893495077692526</id><published>2010-06-06T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:39:31.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Fail</title><content type='html'>I tried to make ham and mushroom croquettes today. This is what they're supposed to look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/LaTienda/bd-15-1?defaultImage=placeholder_240x240&amp;amp;$reg_1000$"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/LaTienda/bd-15-1?defaultImage=placeholder_240x240&amp;amp;$reg_1000$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/TAwUtP-MrwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XRKdlqK3Ams/s1600/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/TAwUtP-MrwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XRKdlqK3Ams/s400/DSC02696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479777614217129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone up for seconds? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utter Fail. And to think that I once contemplated being a chef. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1809893495077692526?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1809893495077692526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1809893495077692526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1809893495077692526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1809893495077692526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2010/06/cooking-fail.html' title='Cooking Fail'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/TAwUtP-MrwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XRKdlqK3Ams/s72-c/DSC02696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1276258262389679977</id><published>2010-05-15T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:16:42.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost phone.</title><content type='html'>I lost my phone today. Wish me luck in the discovery of where the little bugger ran off to. Until then, sorry if any of you call me and don't get an answer. It's not cuz I don't wanna talk to you; I swear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1276258262389679977?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1276258262389679977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1276258262389679977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1276258262389679977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1276258262389679977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-phone.html' title='Lost phone.'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-2519907827161989258</id><published>2010-05-06T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:55:11.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates</title><content type='html'>Just waiting for the parents to arrive so we can leave for Port Townsend  and Briana's wedding. Surprisingly I'm actually looking forward to  this! I usually don't like social situations, but I'm excited to see  Briana, Scott, and Aunt Chris and Uncle Jeff again (that was definitely a  pleasant surprise to find out they'd be coming too!). I'm really  looking forward to visiting La Push (I'll be sure to keep an eye out for  Jasper, Shawna) on my b-day as well, as I've never really been to the  ocean before. Hopefully the weather will be nice for a walk on the  beach! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Broadway productions of "Wicked" and  "Stomp" are coming to Spokane!! I can't wait to see them, as Sam and I  definitely enjoyed seeing "The Lion King". I showed Sam the video Stomp  Out Loud last night, that way she'd know what she was getting into, and  she certainly seemed to enjoy it, which is a good thing because now I  won't have to see it by myself (not that it would keep me from going  anyway!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time for me to be a typical female sibling  in this family, and spam you all with pictures of my kitties! (These  creatures are seriously the most exciting thing in my life, which is why  they're in my blog posts so much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MOPAqr1QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kqlpB2FTtDo/s1600/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MOPAqr1QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kqlpB2FTtDo/s400/DSC02408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230023597774082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pip tried to stow away in my backpack a few weeks back! I didn't notice until my bag started moving by itself, and it was just too cute not to take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MOsD4tjsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AMaSjw69xrk/s1600/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MOsD4tjsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AMaSjw69xrk/s400/DSC02410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230522678120130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPF-RkyXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s7L3tHf-DqQ/s1600/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPF-RkyXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s7L3tHf-DqQ/s400/DSC02414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230967848388978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPGiGm7EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/v6AaLF8XV6A/s1600/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPGiGm7EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/v6AaLF8XV6A/s400/DSC02415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230977466068034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPHKP1dNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/luQ_RXJWOkI/s1600/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPHKP1dNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/luQ_RXJWOkI/s400/DSC02423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230988242187474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated cat is sophisticated! I love how she always crosses her paws when she lounges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPH8su8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e-kFyu0e00E/s1600/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPH8su8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e-kFyu0e00E/s400/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468231001785168274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belle always meows like she's jealous when I take pictures of Pip, so I decided to get a snap of her in a sunbeam, that way she wouldn't feel left out. She's such a diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPIV3P9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bw-wd0MSL1E/s1600/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MPIV3P9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bw-wd0MSL1E/s400/DSC02429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468231008540161618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Pip's way of telling me that I'm spending too much time on the internet, and not enough time rubbing her tummy, so I'll end this post here. Have a great weekend everyone! Wish us a safe trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-2519907827161989258?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2519907827161989258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=2519907827161989258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2519907827161989258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2519907827161989258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-updates_06.html' title='Random Updates'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S-MOPAqr1QI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kqlpB2FTtDo/s72-c/DSC02408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5520342347404185233</id><published>2010-04-10T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:03:03.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone charger</title><content type='html'>Found my phone charger! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5520342347404185233?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5520342347404185233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5520342347404185233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5520342347404185233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5520342347404185233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2010/04/phone-charger.html' title='Phone charger'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7458827757948434034</id><published>2010-01-09T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:39:01.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our cat is plotting to kill us.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to invest in some more sticky-tack soon, as we're no longer able to use thumb-tacks to hold up the posters in our apartment anymore. Pippa, or "Pip" as we call her is the newest member of our family, and she is the most adorable, most loving little terrorist you'll ever meet. She somehow finds a way to climb up to the posters, pulls out the tacks and prompty leaves them out on the floor for us to step on. I once found one inside my shoe! She constantly keeps us on our toes with surprise attacks, and has made us more conscientious about food placement on the counters. Meals are no longer left out for extended periods of time unattended, otherwise you'll find it nibbled on. After countless failed attempts to teach her that counters are "off limits", including yelling, spray bottles, and spanking, we've pretty much come to the realization that no counter is safe in this house. She's also a very reliable alarm clock, what with all the running around/meowing/sniffing your face/loud purring she does every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would we keep such a troublesome thing around you ask? Well, just take a look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lwLRtpAcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Q_DJpb66RVY/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lwLRtpAcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Q_DJpb66RVY/s400/DSC02196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424990565180178882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you not fall in love with something as adorable as that? She does have her sweet moments, and she absolutely adores attention, but she's still a kitten, and full of never ending energy, so sometimes it's a bit annoying putting up with the things she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lwyezFcEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yQxn8eW3e60/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lwyezFcEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yQxn8eW3e60/s400/DSC02176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424991238707572802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pip and Belle's favorite way to pass the time, birdwatching! If you look closely you'll see 4 of the little guys through the window. I haven't filled the feeder in a while, so we haven't had many visitors, but the minute it gets filled, those guys flock to our landing, and the kitties love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lxabNUZCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FkEoACYG3_Q/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lxabNUZCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FkEoACYG3_Q/s400/DSC02199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424991924938630178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a pic, just to see the size comparison between the two. This was taken a few months ago, so Pip's grown a bit, but she's still pretty dwarfed by Belle! That certainly doesn't keep her from picking fights (they're only play fights of course!) with Belle every chance she gets though. I don't know how it's happening, since she's constantly running around, but Pip's already got a mini potbelly, so once she grows up we'll have two fat fluffy things living with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lyBZgbQyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9CBZwt51reg/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lyBZgbQyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9CBZwt51reg/s400/DSC02245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424992594496799522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the last picture I'll spam you with. I just couldn't help snapping a photo of her on the couch the other night! She lays in the strangest positions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0l1jEUPUII/AAAAAAAAAJA/bmwxd-0Zxdo/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0l1jEUPUII/AAAAAAAAAJA/bmwxd-0Zxdo/s400/DSC02290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424996471458975874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lied, here's one more picture. I came home from work one day and Sam left this surprise on my computer as the desktop background! Kinda looks like something from a horror movie huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7458827757948434034?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7458827757948434034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7458827757948434034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7458827757948434034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7458827757948434034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-cat-is-plotting-to-kill-us.html' title='Our cat is plotting to kill us.'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/S0lwLRtpAcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Q_DJpb66RVY/s72-c/DSC02196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-3778171332857945721</id><published>2009-12-23T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:00:26.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Happening...</title><content type='html'>So I know it's been ages since my last post. Some of you probably think I've died, or perhaps I've broken all my fingers and am unable to type, but the truth of the matter is, I've just been too lazy to wrote a post! I have a bad tendency of procrastinating my blogging until I eventually forget what's even happened that should be blogged about. I think I should be able to scrounge up a few things to entertain you guys though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, last month Sam and I saw the Broadway production of The Lion King while it toured in Spokane, and it was amazing! I have wanted to see this show since I was 9 years old, and finally 10 years later, I was able to live my dream! Our seats were spectacular, considering they were the cheaper seats. We were right in the middle, nearer to the back, but still close enough that we never missed any of the action. The whole evening was perfect, we arrived a few hours early in order to be able to eat and ensure the fact that we would be able to get to our seats before the opening number. We ate at The Olive Garden, and I tried my first ever sample of their soups, and I'm glad I did! They had a Chicken Gnocchi stew that tasted just like a pot pie filling. It was delicious, and I would love to try making it myself one day. Supposedly Sam found a dumpling in her bowl, but mine was devoid of such delicacies. Next came the main course which consisted of Mushroom Ravioli for Sam and a Grilled Chicken Alfredo dish for me. Both were superb, but I barely had room for any of my alfredo (especially after a bowl of soup and 3 helpings of breadsticks between us!) so I ended up bagging most of my meal. Our server was really sweet as well, and I think he was giving us both the eye, which was understandable since we were both pretty dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it was time to head for the show. It was pretty cold outside, but the theatre wasn't too far away, and Downtown Spokane really is beautiful at night, especially walking past the carousel, and seeing the clock tower lit up. Reaching the theatre, posters teased us of the show to come. Nala, Rafiki, and people in gazelle costumes greeted us on the glass doors as we waited for the lobby to open. My dinner ended up leaking out of the box a bit, and soaking one corner of our bag, but not even that could ruin the anticipation of what lay ahead. (Don't worry, I still had plenty of leftovers to eat later!) Once the lobby opened we still had about 15 minutes before they would let people take their seats, so we decided to check out the shop in the meantime. There wasn't much there. The ornaments were tacky, the shirts were ugly, and the mugs weren't appealing either, but I did end up purchasing a program to the show which I don't regret for a minute. It was full of pictures from the show, and background information, and came with a separate sheet describing the actors who were to be in the show that night. They did have miniature ornaments of the African masks that Simba and Scar wore, which were pretty dang cool, but I didn't end up getting one, as they were $20 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after about 10 more minutes they let us get seated. A large curtain hung across the stage, with African symbols marking it, and lit softly in warm yellows and oranges. The orchestra was tuning, and every now and then soft drumming could be heard. Tension was in the air as everyone waited for the show to begin. Finally, after what felt like an hour the lights fell, and the curtain rose. The silhouette of the woman playing Rafiki could be seen entering the stage. All at once a beautiful representation of an African sunrise lit the stage as Rafiki belted out "Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SzLNVpWDN5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/D2ZC0lk0JkE/s1600-h/LionKing_Production_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SzLNVpWDN5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/D2ZC0lk0JkE/s400/LionKing_Production_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418619073439414162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was incredible. Sam and I sat stunned in our seats as Rafiki's beautiful voice permeated the air, and soon the animals began to enter down the isles. Actors operated the puppets with incredible ease. Giraffes (men on four stilts), cheetas, leaping gazelles, birds with wings that flapped as the actors raised and lowered their arms, rhinos, and an elephant with four operators (one in each leg) were among the crowd gathering for the Circle of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dosomethingdifferent.com/images/store/experience/landscape_image/392/The_Lion_King_Broadway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.dosomethingdifferent.com/images/store/experience/landscape_image/392/The_Lion_King_Broadway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nycvp.com/frames/theater/LK_Zebra_HiRes_500px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.nycvp.com/frames/theater/LK_Zebra_HiRes_500px.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/12/20/arts/20disn.2.650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 433px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/12/20/arts/20disn.2.650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only way I can think of to describe how amazing this show was, is to show pictures. Rafiki and Zazu completely stole the show, and were without a doubt my favorite characters (which is odd, considering I didn't really like those characters in the movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.broadwayworld.com/upload/22810/tn-500_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 332px;" src="http://images.broadwayworld.com/upload/22810/tn-500_07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was over before I was ready. I'd love to see it again, but I'm afraid it'd have to wait until I travel to New York someday, as the tickets will be cheaper there. My favorite scenes include the moment right after Mufasa's death, as the lionesses are mourning, when Rafiki and young Nala perform a duet. That song was so beautiful. Another favorite would be the scene when Simba sees his father in the clouds. The imagery during that scene was so beautiful! Unfortunately I couldn't find a picture of that scene online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show I got to ride my first cab home! The fare wasn't too bad, although much more expensive than the bus. After getting home, I decided to look on ebay for a copy of the soundtrack, since the ones at the show were $20. I found one for $10 and upon getting it, I got a rather pleasant surprise. There was a ticket inside the jacket from the original owner's show back in 1998, so now I have two ticket souvenirs. I liked the singers at our show better than the ones on the cd, but that's usually how it goes isn't it? Anyway, ever since then I've had songs from the show stuck in my head, which isn't such a bad thing as long as I don't try to repeat any of the African words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I've made a new friend! Jesse is the fry/grill cook at SFCC and we'd seen each other multiple times, but one day a similar taste in music brought us into a conversation, and ever since that day our friendship has bloomed. He's a great guy, and it's nice to have made a new friend. We saw Boondock Saints 2: All Saints Day a week ago and it was amazing! It was incredibly funny, and even though the brothers both got 10 years older and a little fatter, they're both still hot! I missed seeing Willem Dafoe, as he was one of my favorite characters, but the woman they brought in to replace his role was fantastic. Her one-liners were part of what made the movie so memorable! I honestly can't decide whether I liked the 1st one or the 2nd one better. I'm looking forward to maybe seeing it again, since Sam hasn't yet seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was fun. Miya and Roy's new tv is awesome and huge! Watching Star Trek and Up was so incredible, everything was so sharp and defined! After playing video games on that large of a screen, no other tv will do! Miya made a delicious meal and seeing Roy's parents is always entertaining to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived in Chewelah yesterday, and am looking forward to Christmas, and dinner! I was hoping for a ham, but mom informed me that we would be having turkey. This will be the 3rd time in two months I've had turkey. It's a good thing I like turkey, ha ha! Oh well, I'm sure Sam will bring home leftovers from her ham Christmas dinner. I hope everyone else has a great Christmas, and gets where they're going safely. Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lucie/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lucie/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-3778171332857945721?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3778171332857945721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=3778171332857945721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3778171332857945721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3778171332857945721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-been-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Been Happening...'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SzLNVpWDN5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/D2ZC0lk0JkE/s72-c/LionKing_Production_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7635325997464659399</id><published>2009-10-09T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:21:52.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish!</title><content type='html'>This is so beautiful to watch.  http://vimeo.com/channels/hd#5606758&lt;br /&gt;I've never personally been to an aquarium before, but I'd love to go someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7635325997464659399?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7635325997464659399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7635325997464659399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7635325997464659399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7635325997464659399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/10/fish.html' title='Fish!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1527309175442425851</id><published>2009-09-30T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:24:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of summer.</title><content type='html'>I always complain about my insomnia. I talk about how stressful it is to not be able to drift off. Lying in bed for hours, unable to stop the array of thoughts bombarding my head, but the truth is, I secretly love it. When I'm lying in bed, waiting for sleep to come, my brain is working at its best. These are the moments when I am most inspired, whether it's for a story, or a picture, or some personal aspect which affects me in my day to day life. Sometimes the things I see are frightening, other times they make me feel like crying for hours on end. But sometimes, I am able to recall the most wonderful memories, and these are the moments worth staying awake for a few extra hours. Tonight was one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hardly spoken to anyone about the events of this last summer. I've kept most of my feelings to myself about what transpired, and so far I've been able to function just fine that way. This will be one of the first times I have ever divulged my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, (at least, you should know) I've started working again. Since both of my jobs consist mainly in customer service, it's inevitable to find myself in the middle of a conversation with one of the customers. And what's the best conversation starter during this time of year? "How was your summer?" I cannot count the times I've been asked this, and each time I am filled with sadness as I remember the events which transipred. I simply tell them that my summer was alright, but don't give any more information than that. 9 times out of 10 the customer doesn't really care about your summer anyway, they just feel compelled to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point of this blog is, I've discovered that I've been focusing so much on how terrible my summer was, that I'd almost completely forgotten all of the wonderful things that happened. As I was laying in bed tonight I recalled the moment when  Yancy, Leah, Jason, Shawna and I were all driving together, and we each took a turn picking a different song to sing along to. Despite our current situation, we were enjoying each other's company, and even though I didn't know some of the songs that were picked, it was still one the the best moments I can remember. I also recalled driving with dad, while he told me old stories about mom, and how she changed him into the man he is today. I didn't know about half of the things he'd said, and learning all of these new things about a woman I loved was something I'll never forget. I could recall sitting with Jason after everyone else was asleep while he told me about his childhood. I remember him teaching me new recipes which I still carry on making by the way. I remember playing War with Leah, and loving the fact that I had this chance to get to know her better. I remember mom demanding potato salad. I remember Miya introducing me to a new video game which consequently has started a whole new fandom for me. I remember sending those balloon messages off into the sky, and all of us standing there, waiting as a family until they disappeared from view. I remember watching Harry Potter with not only Miya and Roy, but also mom as well, and thoroughly enjoying it both times. So many wonderful things happened during that short period of time, and I've not even begun to list them all. If I tried, then this blog would be ridiculously long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is, this may have been one of the worst summers I've ever had; but in a way, it was also the best, because it brought us together as a family. I will never forget any of those moments, and I'm thankful for the chance I got to experience them. To my family, I love each and every one of you so much, and I'm forever grateful that I was lucky enough to be added to this particular family. I wouldn't trade you guys for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1527309175442425851?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1527309175442425851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1527309175442425851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1527309175442425851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1527309175442425851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-of-summer.html' title='Memories of summer.'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1353634616834656663</id><published>2009-09-02T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:01:54.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>Well, my first day was pretty boring. mainly consisted of filling out paperwork, and going through an online orientation. I'm guessing Saturday will be a bit funner since we'll actually be out on the floor. I was training with two other new boys, and they were pretty nice. The great thing about this job though is that we can wear normal clothes. We also get benefits too, although I'm not completely certain as to what that entails. We also get to check out 2 books each week to take home and read if we want, as long as there's multiple copies in the store. All in all, I think it's going to be an awesome place to work, and I'm glad I landed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1353634616834656663?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1353634616834656663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1353634616834656663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1353634616834656663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1353634616834656663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-2003567227545208490</id><published>2009-09-01T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:00:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day, and a Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Leaving for my first day of training in a half hour. Pretty nervous, but not too worried, after all it is just the first day. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Shawna! Have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-2003567227545208490?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2003567227545208490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=2003567227545208490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2003567227545208490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2003567227545208490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-and-birthday.html' title='First Day, and a Birthday!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5795117766355058226</id><published>2009-08-30T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:40:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Borders!</title><content type='html'>Just got the call today, and I got the job! My training begins on Tuesday. Thank you everyone for the support and the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5795117766355058226?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5795117766355058226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5795117766355058226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5795117766355058226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5795117766355058226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-borders.html' title='Welcome to Borders!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-3775780808295326663</id><published>2009-08-21T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:38:35.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are turning around</title><content type='html'>Life seems to have taken a turn for the better. Our apartment complex is under new management again, and the new maintenance man came this morning to check up on all the things that need fixed in our apartment. It's too bad he had to see it in such disorder, but he was friendly enough regardless, and is coming back on Monday to fix some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I've decided to work two jobs over Fall quarter, since I don't have enough money to attend classes. I've filled out a couple applications, and this morning I got a call from Borders Bookstore, and have an interview scheduled for Monday. Wish me luck guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-3775780808295326663?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3775780808295326663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=3775780808295326663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3775780808295326663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3775780808295326663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-are-turning-around.html' title='Things are turning around'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5620215807901526409</id><published>2009-08-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:14:54.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Tyler Durden</title><content type='html'>I've been having a bad week, and on top of everything else that's happened this summer, well let's just say I haven't been in the best of moods as of late. Anyway, as a present to myself I bought a new betta yesterday, since I still had leftover food from my last one. He's a nice addition to the home, cuz he's angsty too, so we all fit together! Sam and I decided to name him Tyler Durden, from Fight Club because he's so vicious! Actually he's only vicious when he eats, otherwise he's pretty nice, and likes to swim around a lot which is a nice improvement from my last betta who spent most of the time in one spot. He's been blowing bubbles all along the top of the water though, not quite sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the clearest photo of him I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/So4BzNJvPTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-UWFXOL_Ehc/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/So4BzNJvPTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-UWFXOL_Ehc/s400/DSC02170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372233384715042098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is fuzzy, but it gives you a better view of how pretty his coloration is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/So4CYrrKShI/AAAAAAAAAII/cxr7N2IoaVs/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/So4CYrrKShI/AAAAAAAAAII/cxr7N2IoaVs/s400/DSC02167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372234028563450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creepy, you can see the reflection from my hands and camera in both these pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5620215807901526409?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5620215807901526409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5620215807901526409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5620215807901526409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5620215807901526409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-tyler-durden.html' title='Meet Tyler Durden'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/So4BzNJvPTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-UWFXOL_Ehc/s72-c/DSC02170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1122445502585594249</id><published>2009-08-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:11:34.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to kick financial aid in the face</title><content type='html'>SFCC is really stretching my last nerve. Not only do they continuously lose my financial aid paperwork, but when I give them more, they miraculously find something else I'm "missing". Of course they're kind enough to tell me about the "missing paperwork" AFTER the deadline, which means I once again won't be getting financial aid this quarter. At least my boss is still offering me a job, whether I have work study or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1122445502585594249?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1122445502585594249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1122445502585594249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1122445502585594249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1122445502585594249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-kick-financial-aid-in-face.html' title='I want to kick financial aid in the face'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-429299476619951321</id><published>2009-08-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:00:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klutz</title><content type='html'>So, I procrastinated all day on cleaning, and now I cut myself on the grater while doing the dishes. Karma much? Yes, I'd say so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-429299476619951321?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/429299476619951321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=429299476619951321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/429299476619951321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/429299476619951321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/klutz.html' title='Klutz'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5001479479833057340</id><published>2009-08-04T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:35:29.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Videos for Bored People</title><content type='html'>The title says it all... Basically the first one is a guy impersonating a bunch of people which is pretty funny. The second one is "The Mean Kitty Song" which always gets stuck in my head. The last one is of a crazy bird which copies the sounds of practically everything it hears, including chainsaws and camera shutters! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ePpiyJDdwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ePpiyJDdwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qit3ALTelOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qit3ALTelOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjE0Kdfos4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjE0Kdfos4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5001479479833057340?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5001479479833057340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5001479479833057340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5001479479833057340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5001479479833057340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/08/wierd-videos-for-bored-people.html' title='Wierd Videos for Bored People'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-6688579588299380327</id><published>2009-05-14T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:55:44.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please send a prayer Sam's way</title><content type='html'>Sammy's had a really rough time. She's been feeling pretty nauseous lately, and last night it got really bad. She ended up going into the emergency room this morning, and they think she might have problems with her intestines, possibly even a disease. It'd mean a whole lot to both of us if you could all spare a moment in your prayers for her. We're both hoping that this will just turn out to be nothing, but we won't know until she has a few more tests done. Thanks everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-6688579588299380327?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6688579588299380327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=6688579588299380327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6688579588299380327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6688579588299380327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/send-prayer-sams-way.html' title='Please send a prayer Sam&apos;s way'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-2493402233665043135</id><published>2009-05-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:55:01.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The troubles with having large breasts...</title><content type='html'>So this morning was going brilliantly. The sun was shining, the birds were singing (at least, the angry little fluffball inside my room was squeaking pretty loud!). I took a nice shower, and decided to wear one of my favorite shirts from Threadless. After I'd put it on however, I came to a rather unhappy realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seams along the sides have holes in them because apparently my boobs have become to massive for my poor shirt to hold them in. I didn't even know a shirt could get holes in it because of that, I just figured you wouldn't be able to pull it down all the way! My poor shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm rather upset now. Even if I do sew the holes back up, I'd be afraid to wear this shirt anymore because it'd probably just happen again. Why must the girls in our family be cursed with big boobs!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-2493402233665043135?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2493402233665043135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=2493402233665043135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2493402233665043135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2493402233665043135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/troubles-with-having-large-breasts.html' title='The troubles with having large breasts...'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-4717195077812672369</id><published>2009-05-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:18:18.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are strange, and by "strange", I mean downright rude.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Every now and then, as I'm walking through town, or waiting for a bus, I overhear people's conversations. It's not that I'm being nosy (well, that may be part of it! ^_^), it's just that most of the people in Spokane are such loud talkers anyway, that I figure, why shouldn't I listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the conversation I heard today really bothered me. I was waiting at a bus stop outside the mall, and a couple came in to sit inside the shelter with me. The girl promptly began telling her boyfriend (I'm assuming they were together, since they were holding hands, but what do I know?) about how she always invites people (mainly boys) over to her house without warning, and how much it pisses her mom off (I guess she still lives with her mom, even though this girl looked to be about 25.). She began listing off names of people she's brought over to the house, and how most of them ended up staying for several nights, despite her mom's displeasure. Worst of all, they all slept with this girl in her bedroom at night, on a tiny twin bed (she didn't go into detail of what events took place, thank goodness!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just appalled me how this girl seemed to go out of her way to make her mother upset, and found humor in doing so. Sure I had my fair share of arguments with parents growing up, but I never deliberately tried to piss them off. It makes me grateful that I've been blessed with such a wonderful family! I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-4717195077812672369?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4717195077812672369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=4717195077812672369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4717195077812672369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4717195077812672369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-are-strange-and-by-strange-i.html' title='People are strange, and by &quot;strange&quot;, I mean downright rude.'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-3847492706723397835</id><published>2009-04-26T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:13:59.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sammy!</title><content type='html'>Sam just turned 19 yesterday! Her mom came up to celebrate with us, and we had a pretty fun day. Poor Sammy had to work on her b-day, but only until 12, so we still had plenty of time for festivities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we rarely get to spend any time outside (other than waiting for the bus) Sammy decided that she wanted to go on an outdoor adventure on the big day. We went down to the Spokane River, out in the middle of the woods and walked all along the pathways. It was so nice! There's a bridge that feels like it's moving as you walk across it, yikes! (Although Sam's mom made it sound much scarier than it really was!) Of course I fell on my butt on one of the trails. I'm already uncoordinated on a level surface, so when you combine it with loose rocks, raised tree roots, and a steep incline, bad things happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was wonderful though! Sunny, but with a cool breeze. It began to rain a little later, but by then we were already on our way back. We ate at Sonics (delicious!) and stopped by the store to get a cheesecake (again, delicious!) and soon me and Sam were settled down with our cake, and watched "Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist". Sammy's mom had to leave, but we still had a nice time relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUUH462EmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nw99eJjTA6k/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUUH462EmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nw99eJjTA6k/s400/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187859833688674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUT2k0UE4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zF8DJI4UbOw/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUT2k0UE4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zF8DJI4UbOw/s400/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187562379809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone up for a swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUToLe84EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SB-spTOV_Sk/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUToLe84EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SB-spTOV_Sk/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187315061153858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's quite a bridge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUTWeGYisI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IfBd0Ecpccc/s1600-h/PICT0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUTWeGYisI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IfBd0Ecpccc/s400/PICT0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329187010820737730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammy looking cute, while I just look strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUTI6h-CoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dL8WTSBMl0Y/s1600-h/PICT0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUTI6h-CoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dL8WTSBMl0Y/s400/PICT0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186777934465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're so adorable! (That's the place where I fell down by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUS39SziJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pf6g77ZOJ1I/s1600-h/PICT0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUS39SziJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pf6g77ZOJ1I/s400/PICT0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186486618392722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUSpK5kZ0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tViDS8jH10U/s1600-h/PICT0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUSpK5kZ0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tViDS8jH10U/s400/PICT0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186232572602178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently I don't do well in nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUPyxX5aiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XC5HjtHQyrY/s1600-h/PICT0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUPyxX5aiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XC5HjtHQyrY/s400/PICT0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329183098984294946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was such a cool looking tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQEV4hFiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vol1eZz8iXA/s1600-h/PICT0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQEV4hFiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vol1eZz8iXA/s400/PICT0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329183400842565154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammy and da momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQSqfTnRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qpSBg4yXN0Q/s1600-h/PICT0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQSqfTnRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qpSBg4yXN0Q/s400/PICT0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329183646892137746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammy flashing people on the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQrvbOfFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vWb7MxikMOs/s1600-h/PICT0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQrvbOfFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vWb7MxikMOs/s400/PICT0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184077713931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That tree got a lot of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQ4kk_1vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xNTF1is_t9Q/s1600-h/PICT0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUQ4kk_1vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xNTF1is_t9Q/s400/PICT0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184298140423922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammy, the conqueror of rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfURJaVB8TI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3COV9KPpNc4/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfURJaVB8TI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3COV9KPpNc4/s400/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184587446874418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUSCLE WOMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfURj6ivyBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ksjwUVTdd14/s1600-h/PICT0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfURj6ivyBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ksjwUVTdd14/s400/PICT0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185042770937874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The intricate placing of the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfURx-4svZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GByJu0r2V6s/s1600-h/PICT0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfURx-4svZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GByJu0r2V6s/s400/PICT0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185284454923666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUR-CGH0qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G4zStxpfby4/s1600-h/PICT0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUR-CGH0qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G4zStxpfby4/s400/PICT0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185491474961058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone call the fire department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUSKWSRfmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-vAAHL0ncGs/s1600-h/PICT0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUSKWSRfmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-vAAHL0ncGs/s400/PICT0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185703053065826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUSXifyVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5HG1Y4X7p4U/s1600-h/PICT0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUSXifyVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5HG1Y4X7p4U/s400/PICT0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329185929669269138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Licking the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-3847492706723397835?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3847492706723397835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=3847492706723397835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3847492706723397835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3847492706723397835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-sammy.html' title='Happy Birthday Sammy!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfUUH462EmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nw99eJjTA6k/s72-c/PICT0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-4470704201428323208</id><published>2009-04-22T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:33:09.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Realize That You Have Porn On Your Floor?</title><content type='html'>That statement really was told to me, if you can believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I explain, lately people have been complaining that I never update my blog (*cough* "Shawna" *cough*). Well, I'm sure it will be a tremendous shock to you all that nothing really very exciting ever happens to me. How can this be? Well, I wake up, perhaps play a bit of a video game, go to school, go to work, come home, do homework, greet my tired and cranky roommate when she gets home from work, and then I go to bed. My life rarely changes, and when it does, it's rarely significant enough to tell everyone about. Sure, I could come up with things to tell you all about, but they'd probably be boring as hell, so I just thought I'd spare you all from the torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the amusing part of this post. A few weeks ago I was at work when a lady came in for a coffee. As I was making it, she calmly informed me that there was porn on my floor. At first I thought maybe I hadn't heard her correctly, but she went on to say "Ya, there's boobs on the floor!" Sure enough, when she bent down and picked up the object to prove her point I saw that it was a tiny, double-sided, piece of cardstock with porn on it! It must have fallen out of someone's pocket, or their wallet when they came up to the counter to get coffee. I'm sure someone is missing it dearly, since the creases on it clearly showed that it had been loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one question I can come up with in this whole situation is, why do the women in porn always look so gross? I guess it's not their looks that count, but I just don't understand why at least a few of them couldn't look normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it for excitement. Belle's still doing fine, although she's constantly convinced that she doesn't get enough love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfAKHu8PhMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lBLINTIVTOI/s1600-h/l_c96c3705378e40c8bab7ff295e343c02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfAKHu8PhMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lBLINTIVTOI/s320/l_c96c3705378e40c8bab7ff295e343c02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769487155365058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's obese, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfAKhm3WBjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gnoyTRCQNHw/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfAKhm3WBjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gnoyTRCQNHw/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769931663935026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's made a new friend, and they match, cuz they're both fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfALHKvUWjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uf2gBOy0v-M/s1600-h/l_93909f53c6d24165b14ea7fac0adf876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfALHKvUWjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uf2gBOy0v-M/s320/l_93909f53c6d24165b14ea7fac0adf876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327770576949107250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks so pleased with herself! That's me she's laying on by the way! (I just realized that there's two "Belle's" in this photo, cuz Sammy has a Beauty and the Beast pillowcase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-4470704201428323208?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4470704201428323208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=4470704201428323208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4470704201428323208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4470704201428323208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-realize-that-you-have-porn-on.html' title='Do You Realize That You Have Porn On Your Floor?'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SfAKHu8PhMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lBLINTIVTOI/s72-c/l_c96c3705378e40c8bab7ff295e343c02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1922787313392324103</id><published>2009-04-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:59:56.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Never Live On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/site_furniture/2007/11/23/alone460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 276px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/site_furniture/2007/11/23/alone460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've recently realized just how much I appreciate having a roommate. Of course I miss Sam whenever we're separated, but it's usually me who's gone while she stays home. Now, I'm in her place while she's visiting her mom during our Spring Break. Man, I really miss her! It's different when she's just gone to work, because I know she'll be back later in the evening. It feels so weird to sleep in an empty apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange because I do all of the same things that I do when she's here, but it all seems just a little more pointless without someone else to share it with. Am I just being a sissy? Regardless, I can't wait till she gets home. It's a good thing I have Belle here with me, she keeps me company! Although, she's suddenly decided that 4 in the morning is a great time to tear around the house meowing like crazy! Sometimes she can be a stinker, but she makes up for it in cuteness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1922787313392324103?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1922787313392324103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1922787313392324103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1922787313392324103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1922787313392324103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-could-never-live-on-my-own.html' title='I Could Never Live On My Own'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-6317417648634844355</id><published>2009-04-01T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:14:36.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yarn Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEPuKIoxvxE/Sc0j_OKaiAI/AAAAAAAADTI/AdmpR9AaTJI/s400/acrylicdestash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEPuKIoxvxE/Sc0j_OKaiAI/AAAAAAAADTI/AdmpR9AaTJI/s400/acrylicdestash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow blogger "whiletheyplay" is giving away her yarn stash which she regrettably found out that she's allergic to. Follow the url http://whiletheyplay.blogspot.com/2009/03/destash-giveaway.html in order to be entered into her drawing. If you write a blog about it, you name will be entered an extra two times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-6317417648634844355?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6317417648634844355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=6317417648634844355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6317417648634844355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6317417648634844355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/yarn-giveaway.html' title='Yarn Giveaway!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEPuKIoxvxE/Sc0j_OKaiAI/AAAAAAAADTI/AdmpR9AaTJI/s72-c/acrylicdestash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1559996928543171019</id><published>2009-03-22T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:40:14.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Just so you guys know, I started a new blog. This one is a dream diary, where I'll be posting all the strange, random things I dream about. The dreams that are written there right now are from a year ago, but I'll keep updating it, and eventually it'll be current! So, if anyone's interested, here's the url: http://usualgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1559996928543171019?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1559996928543171019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1559996928543171019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1559996928543171019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1559996928543171019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog.html' title='A New Blog!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7154779045676538752</id><published>2009-03-21T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T08:47:46.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams Have Been Crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h285/boo_boo221/KittyRapper.jpg?t=1237690112"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 323px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h285/boo_boo221/KittyRapper.jpg?t=1237690112" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I'm sure all of you know, it has been a lifelong ambition of mine to one day become a famous rapper. Today, I thought I could make that dream a reality, but as it turns out I was met with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Singstar Pop for Sammy as an early birthday present, and when it arrived we promptly wasted the entire day playing it! For those of you who don't know, this is a sort of karaoke game where you're judged on your singing. One of the songs on this game is "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz. Both me and Sam love this band, and the song, so we decided to give it a try. I soon found out that I was rubbish at rapping, as my scores continued to drop the further I went along. The only way I was able to save myslef was by excelling at the actual singing parts (which I kicked butt on by the way!) The great thing about this game is that it tells you how you're doing with each line that you sing. The things it tells you varies from "Good", "Okay", to "Awful". Apparently the game felt the need to dub my intese rapping skills as "Awful". My overall score ended up being "Hopeful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry to say that, you probably won't see me owning the back alleys with my sweet skills, since it seems that I don't have them. Somehow I'll have to find some way to get over this major dissapointment. I guess I'll just have to find a new career path!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7154779045676538752?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7154779045676538752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7154779045676538752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7154779045676538752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7154779045676538752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dreams-have-been-crushed.html' title='My Dreams Have Been Crushed'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-4288898002384901198</id><published>2009-03-05T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:56:51.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SbCQeLORzMI/AAAAAAAAADY/pqguMP0UjIc/s1600-h/MyHero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SbCQeLORzMI/AAAAAAAAADY/pqguMP0UjIc/s320/MyHero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309902808752966850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was actually really fun, although I wasted like, a half an hour doing it! You can make one here: http://www.cpbintegrated.com/theherofactory/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-4288898002384901198?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4288898002384901198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=4288898002384901198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4288898002384901198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4288898002384901198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-was-actually-really-fun-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SbCQeLORzMI/AAAAAAAAADY/pqguMP0UjIc/s72-c/MyHero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1328844213377148696</id><published>2009-02-25T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:37:47.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lucie Needs...</title><content type='html'>Go to your favorite search engine, type in your first name and the word "needs"...write down 10 of the "statements" that come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucie needs some splainin (Sounds like a highly overused joke I've heard...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lucie needs to stop (Stop what? I haven't done anything, I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lucie needs a nap after morning outdoors (Goodness knows, that's the truth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lucie needs to buy just 10 lots to widen Becker (What's "Becker"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lucie needs better priorities (Yes, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lucie needs programs to develop job skills (Apparently I'm not good enough yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lucie needs to be found. (I didn't realize I was lost!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lucie needs to develop a sexual relationship with Daniel (I'd rather not, if I can avoid it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lucie needs to release a studio version of this! (I'll get right on that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lucie needs your help asap!! ( so help me dang it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1328844213377148696?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1328844213377148696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1328844213377148696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1328844213377148696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1328844213377148696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-lucie-needs.html' title='What Lucie Needs...'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1919993277053177440</id><published>2009-02-24T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:54:20.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Member of the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SaTZORiZ31I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CnJw497PxCw/s1600-h/a5e771fa-122c-40d7-a9d6-10a8ce2f9463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SaTZORiZ31I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CnJw497PxCw/s320/a5e771fa-122c-40d7-a9d6-10a8ce2f9463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306605100198387538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the newest member of our family! Her name is Belle, me and Sam just adopted her from the Humane Society on Valentines Day. She's such a little lovebug! I've never met a cat who purred so easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really difficult for us to only pick one kitty to take home that day, there were too many cute ones! It was nice though, because the Humane Society was doing a holiday deal where all the kitties who were over a year old had their adoption fees waived (Belle's 4 years old), so we only had to pay $20 for her license. She's really adapted to her new home! The minute we let her loose in the house, she walked around like she owned the place. I was really surprised, since I figured that any cat we would adopt would have a hard time trusting us, or feeling safe in a new environment, but she immediately bonded with me and Sam. She acts like she's been living with is for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really fat! Her tummy basically drags on the ground when she walks, which doesn't really make sense since she doesn't eat all that much. I guess it's just cuz she's really lazy (she fits right in!), her day mainly consists of watching birds eat on the patio, laying under the couch (her favorite hiding spot!), and making good use of a lap when it's available! I'm really glad we picked her, she fits in with us so perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, me and Sam saw Coraline last weekend with a couple of our friends. It was really good, and worth seeing, but I enjoyed the book better (it's written by Niel Gaiman, one of my favorite authors!). They changed the story a bit to make it less frightening, and added a new character, but I'll still be getting it when it comes out on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sick yesterday, and the night before. I'm on the recovery end now, but I definitely do not want to experience anything like that ever again! I think it was the worst I've ever been sick in my entire life! (I hope that last sentence made sense!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's 9:50 now, and I told myself that I'm going to school tomorrow, no matter what (I skipped today and yesterday since I wasn't feeling well) so I'm off to bed. Hope everyone is doing well, and sorry for not posting anything in such a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1919993277053177440?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1919993277053177440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1919993277053177440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1919993277053177440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1919993277053177440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-member-of-family.html' title='New Member of the Family'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SaTZORiZ31I/AAAAAAAAADQ/CnJw497PxCw/s72-c/a5e771fa-122c-40d7-a9d6-10a8ce2f9463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-3128650601714672917</id><published>2009-02-24T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:34:37.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>Okay, This is in response to &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Shawna's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joshandjalee.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. The first three people to post a comment get a prize, from me, to be sent without warning anytime between now and the end of the year...and it could be absolutely anything (hence the fun!). The catch is this: first you have to post the same "deal" on your blog and THEN you get to leave a comment telling me you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds interesting, I guess I'll give it a try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-3128650601714672917?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3128650601714672917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=3128650601714672917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3128650601714672917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3128650601714672917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7201780842120060911</id><published>2009-02-03T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:31:14.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Try To Tell Me They Aren't Gay For Each Other!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cX7k9DqdRfM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cX7k9DqdRfM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRQZrpmSk40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRQZrpmSk40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video always makes me giggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for there being two videos! The second one is higher quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7201780842120060911?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7201780842120060911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7201780842120060911' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7201780842120060911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7201780842120060911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-try-to-tell-me-they-arent-gay-for.html' title='Just Try To Tell Me They Aren&apos;t Gay For Each Other!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-4782598729051884573</id><published>2009-01-25T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:58:37.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Can One Little Bird Eat?</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious, the birds just started coming yesterday, and the birdfeeder's already 3/4 of the way empty! Luckily they haven't been pooing on the patio though, I guess they have some manners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-4782598729051884573?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4782598729051884573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=4782598729051884573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4782598729051884573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4782598729051884573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-much-can-one-little-bird-eat.html' title='How Much Can One Little Bird Eat?'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-6085661456163769244</id><published>2009-01-24T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:38:18.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job and a Birdie Parade!</title><content type='html'>I finally found a job, yay! Well, technically it's only a part-time job, since it's through the work-study program at school and they only allow you to work a majority of 19 hrs a week. So, I'll have to find another part-time job to work on the side, but at least I have something now! I'm working on the kitchen (hmmm this sounds a lot like highschool and the cafeteria job...) so I'll mainly be prepping food, but my boss said that the current barista will be leaving next quarter, so once he's gone, I'll probaby be able to get his job! I was supposed to start working on Friday, but the Head of Emplyment lady wasn't in her office, so she couldn't sign my work-study papers, but hopefully she'll be there on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a birdfeeder about a week ago (a late christmas present from mom, along with a new cell phone! Thanks mom!) and hung it out on the patio but was dissapointed when, day after day, no birds arrived to claim a free meal. I soon realized that their "hang out" spot was in the back of our apartment building, since there's a few bushes back there, and not as many people walk by. I was beginning to consider leaving a trail of food leading from their bushes to my patio, but decided against it. Finally today they came, and boy was there a lot of them! One bird must've discovered it, and then told all his little friends cuz there were tons of them out there fighting for a spot! The ones who couldn't fit on the feeder itself simply waitied down below for the other birds to fling out some seeds for them. They were so adorable! I'm afraid I may have embarrassed Sam because I made such a big deal about finally seeing birds on our patio. I can't help it, I get excited when I see animals, it always makes me happy! Heck, I freak out when a squirrel runs by while we're walking on campus! Maybe something's wrong with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-6085661456163769244?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6085661456163769244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=6085661456163769244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6085661456163769244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6085661456163769244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-job-and-birdie-parade.html' title='New Job and a Birdie Parade!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-3913979246292638398</id><published>2009-01-07T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:45:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What An Adventurous Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I thought things would be a bit easier today since we'd had one day already to catch up; but boy was I wrong! We had even more homework tonight than last night. I'm so glad me and Sam decided not to take our Health and Fitness class. We've got so much work to do from the 3 classes that we have now, that I don't think we could handle a fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never come across so many problems with the bus system in one day! Me and Sam missed the 7:00 Division bus this morning, but there was another one that goes right in front of our apartment which was meant to arrive around 7:15. Well, we waited until 7:30, and when it didn't arrive, we decided to go down the street and wait for the next Division bus which was meant to arrive at 7:36. We got about 2/3 of the way down the street when lo and behold, the 7:15 bus we'd been waiting for all this time decided to finally show up! We turned around and ran back to the bus stop in time to catch it, and were finally on our way to school! Things went fine for a while, but as we were trying to turn onto a cross street, we got stuck; and I mean STUCK! The driver tried multiple times to get us out, (it felt like we were on the ocean with the way the bus was rocking back and forth) but to no avail. He even asked everyone to move to the back to see if that would help, but finally he had to resort to calling a tow truck. I must say, it was kindof exciting, I've never been towed before! Anyway we missed our entire first class. I feel really bad since we were late to his class yesterday too! Thankfully he's a super nice teacher, and very forgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all either, there's much more! On the way home from school the bus was so full that the bus driver had to deny some of the passengers from boarding! Me and Sam were stuck having to stand, and hung on to the handrails for dear life all the way to the plaza! We made a couple friends though as we struggled to keep from falling on our neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking Sam to work today I was amazed at how rude some of the drivers were on the road. I think it's safe to say that Spokane drivers couldn't care less about pedestrians! The entire city is a huge lake, and me and Sam got sprayed by passing cars on more than one occasion! The funny thing was, it almost seemed like a few of the drivers sped up when they passed by us. Do they see this as some kind of sport or something? 50 points if you can completely soak the pedestrian on the side of the street? Anyway, even without speeding cars me and Sam got our fair share of waterlogged shoes just from walking through all the puddles (or should I say "ponds", since puddles are usually small) since nobody shovels the sidewalks. Lets just say, I'll be happy when winter is finally over. All I want to do right now is curl up under a blanket and hibernate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-3913979246292638398?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3913979246292638398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=3913979246292638398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3913979246292638398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/3913979246292638398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-adventurous-day.html' title='What An Adventurous Day'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-219164108219190364</id><published>2009-01-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:54:36.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired!</title><content type='html'>Two updates in as many days! This must be a miracle right? Well, I survived the first day of winter quarter. Me and Sam got barely any sleep last night because we were both too anxious about the day ahead. That, on top of getting up at 6:30, on top of loads of homework, equals major fatigue! Our first class doesn't start until 8:30, but in order for us to get to class on time we had to take the 7:00 bus, which still made us a few minutes late for class! I must say though, the college is much less intimidating now that I've already spent some time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sam are enrolled in a Learning Community class, which basically means that two of our classes are combined into one (for those of you who didn't know). The classes are English 111 (Intro to Lit) and Sociology 175. This class is so much work! Especially considering the fact that school was delayed for a day because of the weather, so our teachers for those classes decided to catch up on our homework all at once! Tomorrow shouldn't be so bad though, since we'll be on schedule again. Our classroom has HUMONGOUS windows! I had to make sure that I sat with my back to them, because otherwise I'd never pay attention, especially since we're on the 3rd floor so we get a great view of the college campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that I did get financial aid this quarter, so that means I can stay in school! Hurray! The lines all around school were soooooo long! Me and Sam tried to get into the bookstore so we could get the books we needed for our homework tonight (since the teachers gave us homework right away, we don't have time to wait for our textbooks to arrive in the mail) and we probably spent about 45 min in total just getting 2 books and a couple rulers. Not to mention, on the way home the Division bus was really delayed. We waited for half an hour before it finally showed up. It really sucks not having a car, but with the conditions of the roads right now I suppose we're safer riding  the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta go pick up all my laundry that's hanging around the house. The dryers in the laundryroom never dry our clothes colmptely so me and Sam end up having to drape them all over the house! Plus, poor Sammy is cleaning the entire kitchen by herself, so I should save her from her torment. Our kitchen is filthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-219164108219190364?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/219164108219190364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=219164108219190364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/219164108219190364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/219164108219190364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7351955128849531386</id><published>2009-01-05T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:39:49.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Update</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, sorry I haven't really been keeping in touch lately. There's been quite a bit going on, getting ready for school to start and such. Tomorrow will be the first day of winter quarter, and none of our textbooks have arrived yet. They should get here soon, but hopefully they won't be delayed too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were finally able to open out mailbox today! For those of you who don't know, for about 2 weeks me and Sam have been unable to check our mail. We lost the key, and when we finally acquired a new one, we had to wait for the landlord's assistant (the real landlord is hardly ever there)  to tell the maintenance men to change the lock. Once the lock was changed, the key wouldn't turn in it (surprise surprise) so we spent the better part of a week trying to find out if the lock was frozen, or if they key simply didn't match the lock. Finally, we got sick of the girl in the office telling she would do all she could to help, and then not not acting on her words, so we called the maintenance men ourselves. They were extremely helpful, and looked at the lock right away, and then were kind enough to call us back and tell us what the problem was. It turns out, the lock wasn't frozen, there was just too much mail in there, and it was preventing the key from turning! They told us that they would inform the postman when he arrived, and would keep our mail in the office for us to pick up. Well, they didn't put the mail in the office, but when we went to check the box today, it opened and a bunch of Christmas cards and college letters came spilling out! I think from now on me and Sam won't even bother the landlord with our problems, we'll just go straight to the maintenance boys, they seem much more reliable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to finally get our mail, but I recieved some bad news in it. Apparently my financial aid has been put on probation or something like that, so tomorrow when I get to school I need to talk to the F.A. office and see if they're still going to pay for my classes this quarter. If not, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to drop my classes, because there's no way I'll be able to pay for them on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all for now. I need to keep cleaning, the house is still a complete mess from the aftermath of our New Years Party (which actually turned into more of a sleepover rather than a party since only 3 people showed up) so I need to finish that up before I go to bed. Wish me luck for tomorrow. Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I absolutely hate winter. The skin on my face has been getting really dry. It's red and itchy in a couple places too. I'm using a ton of lotion everyday, but it barely helps. I'm actually surprised that my hands aren't in worse condition. They usually get pretty bad around this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7351955128849531386?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7351955128849531386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7351955128849531386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7351955128849531386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7351955128849531386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-update.html' title='Long Update'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7859796319616698380</id><published>2008-11-23T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:04:54.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SSnhWq3SBMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LO_pdyf2PMI/s1600-h/OH_NOES_D__by_monimoniH.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SSnhWq3SBMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LO_pdyf2PMI/s320/OH_NOES_D__by_monimoniH.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271992618393404610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was just too cute, I had to share it with you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7859796319616698380?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7859796319616698380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7859796319616698380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7859796319616698380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7859796319616698380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SSnhWq3SBMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LO_pdyf2PMI/s72-c/OH_NOES_D__by_monimoniH.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1922805372183044093</id><published>2008-11-23T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:02:44.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Beginning To Turn Around (2)</title><content type='html'>What did I tell you, things just keep getting better and better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment complex is now under new management! For some ungodly reason, our old landlord got moved up in status, but on a brighter note, that means we have a new landlord! Me and Sam visited her a few days ago, and she's this sweet little old lady, who's seems so happy! We asked if she had a laundry key for us, and she immediately pulled one out from behind the desk and handed it over! I'm not sure whether to be overjoyed that we finally have a key, or suspicious as to the fact that she had a box full of them sitting behind the desk, and out old landlord continued to inform us that there were none... oh well, I'm just glad that we don't have to deal with her anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told the new landlord about the things that were wrong with the apartment, and she seemed so shocked! She told us that was terrible, wrote it all down and informed us that she'd get to it right away. I'm so incredibly happy we have new management! Also, since this landlord seems to be more trustworthy than the last one, me and Sam are considering renewing our lease. To tell you the truth, we both like the apartment, even with its flaws, and we like the area. Plus, if we were to move, we'd have to have a new bus route, pack up all our stuff, find someone to help us move all our stuff, and then go through the entire leasing process again, which neither of us is looking forward to. I have a feeling that we'll probably be hanging around here for a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1922805372183044093?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1922805372183044093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1922805372183044093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1922805372183044093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1922805372183044093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-are-beginning-to-turn-around-2.html' title='Things Are Beginning To Turn Around (2)'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-2940944299168829668</id><published>2008-11-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:09:46.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Beginning To Turn Around</title><content type='html'>Finally, things are starting to make sense to me. School has been good for the most part, I attended work-study orientation, so now I can start applying for w.s. jobs. Bad things still happen every now and then, but they're not affecting me as much anymore. Now if I could only get a freaking laundry key, my life would be just plain peachy! Wish me luck on that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-2940944299168829668?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2940944299168829668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=2940944299168829668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2940944299168829668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2940944299168829668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-are-beginning-to-turn-around.html' title='Things Are Beginning To Turn Around'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1417284745513659089</id><published>2008-11-13T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:54:29.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Surprises Me These Days</title><content type='html'>I dunno what to think anymore. Life right now is so confusing, and I'm struggling to make sense of it all. Lets just say nothing anyone told me right now would surprise me. Seriously, you could tell me that you're secretly a Nazi worshiper and I wouldn't be phased. Okay, I probably would be a little weirded out, but you get my point. I just hope things sort themselves out soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1417284745513659089?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1417284745513659089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1417284745513659089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1417284745513659089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1417284745513659089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-surprises-me-these-days.html' title='Nothing Surprises Me These Days'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-4577794176605472432</id><published>2008-11-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:49:14.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My emotion is back... but it's confused</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I've been feeling an utter lack of emotion. I have no idea what brought it on, or why, but I felt absolutely nothing. I wasn't happy, I wasn't sad, or angry; just nothing. It kinda freaked me out, especially when people I'm close to would tell me things, expecting me to react, and I would quickly have to pretend to feel something about it. It's not like I didn't care, I just couldn't get my brain to respond properly I guess. I couldn't get excited about anything. I thought maybe something might be wrong, and maybe this was some form of chronic depression, although I have no reason to be so unhappy as to result in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about a week ago I finally got my emotions back, and ever since then I've been a mess of feelings. My mood will switch from one extreme to another in a split second. It's almost as if my mind is trying to catch up with the break it took, so now I'm on emotional overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for example, I woke up relatively neutral, neither happy nor unhappy. Upon arriving at school I could slowly feel my temper rising the longer I sat in my class. I found myself looking around at my classmates and truely hating each one of them. I have never hated anyone in my life before, and here I was wishing the worst upon each of them. I finally had to leave, and went into the library. There I met an old friend from high school, and the short while we had to visit lifted my spirits greatly. Once me and Sam got home, I remained relatively positive (although I think this was partly because I was so hyper from the milkshake I'd had on the way home) and we joked around a lot. I walked her to work, and upon leaving her I suddenly felt a wave of depression hit me with full force. I have absolutely no idea what brought it on. About halfway home I saw two missionaries walking ahead of me, and at the sight of them I became immediately happy once more. (I dunno why, but I always get excited when I see missionaries!) I stayed pretty happy throughout the afternoon, and got all of my stuff together for the weekend ahead. I decided to try on my bridesmaids dress once more, just to make sure everything was okay with it. Looking at myself in the mirror with my dress on, I felt like I was so pretty, which is a miracle in itself. I decided to keep it on for a few minutes, so I could enjoy this rare occasion, then took it off so it wouldn't get ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I began getting my laundry together since I had quite a large pile of it spread across my room. At this point I'm wearing an old pep band t-shirt from high school, and my cargos since all my other clothes were dirty, and upon seeing myself once more in the mirror (this is only a few minutes after the dress-wearing) my entire perception changed, and all I saw was a sad excuse for a college student. Ignoring this fact, I grabbed my laundry basket and headed toward the laundryroom. As I walked, I found myself increasingly growing more and more agitated. I began realizing how ridiculous it is that me and Sam have to walk down the street everytime we want to do our laundry since our landlord still claims that she doesn't have a key for us. Then I realized that I didn't have enough quarters to do all of the loads I needed, so I only was able to finish half of my clothes. Now I'm back from the laundryroom, and still pretty upset, although I've calmed down somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I guess I'm glad that my emotions have returned, I just hope that they straighten themselves out soon. I'm sick of having random mood swings, and feeling things for no proper reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't want any of you to worry about me. I'm sure this will pass soon, and I'll be fine again, but in the meatime it is a little irratating. I just thought I'd share what was happening with you guys, but I don't want any of you to get upset or anything, so don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Michael Buble is working his magic on me right now, and I feel much better already! It's amazing how much this guy's voice makes me happy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-4577794176605472432?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4577794176605472432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=4577794176605472432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4577794176605472432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4577794176605472432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-emotion-is-back-but-its-confused.html' title='My emotion is back... but it&apos;s confused'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-4523977329921220798</id><published>2008-10-28T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:28:00.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me laugh every time!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but this video seriously makes me laugh every time I watch it! The vid is called "Dear Sister", and it's a SNL Parody with Shia LaBeuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hilarious.net/dear-sister-snl-digital-short/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you all won't find it funny, but I thought I'd share it with you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the song is "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-4523977329921220798?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4523977329921220798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=4523977329921220798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4523977329921220798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/4523977329921220798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/makes-me-laugh-every-time.html' title='Makes me laugh every time!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-824966897681105798</id><published>2008-10-26T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:08:44.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace ruins lives</title><content type='html'>It's true, it ruins friendships too. How can something as stupid as "who's in my top friends" suddenly put a stint in your relationship? It's so stupid and insignificant, and yet we're always so offended when we're moved down on the list, or taken off altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, our landlord STILL has not given us a laundry key, so my laundry piles have been steadily rising, because I don't want to carry it down the street to the other building. I finally bit the bullet and did it tonight though, and met some pretty interesting characters! When I first got there, a group of women were mourning the recent loss of a puppy. :( Then, as I sat there, waiting for my laundry to finish I got into a small conversation with one of them about her current (very much alive) dog she'd brought with her into the laundry, who wanted nothing more than to be petted, and paid attention to as she fought against the leash where she was tied outside. The lady pretty much told me the life story of this dog, and let me tell you, that dog had one hell of a life! Once she left, a man came in and we chatted about piercings for a while since he saw mine, and he had one in his eyebrow. Oh, on that note, I suppose I should tell those of you who don't know already, that I got a lip piercing. It's on the bottom, and off to the left side, and I love it, so don't be hatin'! Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Sam have decided that we most definitely will NOT be renewing our lease at the end of our 6 month contract. This landlady is just too spacebrained for us, and not to mention the rowdy neighbors having parties every weekend. We're hoping to find a place with a washer and dryer inside the apartment. I really think it'd be worth the extra money every month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-824966897681105798?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/824966897681105798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=824966897681105798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/824966897681105798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/824966897681105798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/myspace-ruins-lives.html' title='Myspace ruins lives'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5704946517386770271</id><published>2008-09-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:38:11.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Stupid Can One Person Be?</title><content type='html'>I did the most retarded thing of my entire life last night. Okay, I've probably done worse things, but this one is definitely near the top of the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine this in your head; I'm making spaghetti, and of course me being who I am, I try to do everything at once. I'm browning meat, cooking noodles, baking french bread, and warming up sauce all at once. So, I put the noodle pan on the back burner of the stove, but accidentally turn on the front burner instead of the back one, and the handle of the pan is hanging over the front burner that's slowly heating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I'm oblivious to what's happening because I'm trying to make sure I cook the meat thoroughly. Once I glance toward the pan, I realize that the water isn't boiling, and discover what's happened, so I decide to just move the pan from the back burner to the front one since that burner is already hot anyway. So, without thinking, I reach out and grab the handle of the pan to pull  it toward me. Of course we all know what happens if a handle of a metal pan has been hovering over a red-hot burner for about 10 minutes, but I guess I just wasn't thinking clearly. Let's just say my palm got pretty crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never burned my entire palm before, but dang it is not an experience I want to live through again! It hurt like hell all last night, although I put a bunch of ice on it and then some medication before I went to bed, and this morning it felt a bit better. I've got a nice blister going along one side of my palm though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I should not be let near lighted stoves, because they're apparently too dangerous for me! At least I burned my left hand, and not my right one. It would suck if I had to try to write all my college papers, and draw with a burnt hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5704946517386770271?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5704946517386770271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5704946517386770271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5704946517386770271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5704946517386770271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-stupid-can-one-person-be.html' title='How Stupid Can One Person Be?'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-6328853169478572794</id><published>2008-09-17T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:31:54.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Awaited Update</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to update my blog for a while but I've been so busy lately, and then when I do find the time, I'm too tired. So, sorry all, but here's the scoop on what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Spokane is a much smaller town than I imagined. I met a long-lost cousin the other day. Got some packages from Shawna about a week or so ago, and when the UPS driver knocked on my door (consequently waking me up, so you can only imagine what I look like when I open the door!) he looks down at the name on the package in his hands, then up at me. This is relatively how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Lucie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I think I might be related to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleepy shock* "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya! Do you know Randy Scott?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, he's my uncle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he's my dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa! Crazy!" (That's all I could really think of to say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I basically apologized to him for having to meet his little cousin when she looked like something that'd crawled out of the depths of something dark, deep, and nasty. He said it was no big deal, handed me my packages, made me sign for them; then we both said "nice to meet you" and went our own ways. He never did tell me what his name was though, which I thought was kinda funny! It wasn't until later when I called Shawna that she told me it was Jeff Scott. Pretty crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, me and Sam went to see a movie a little while ago. I won't say which one because it's a movie probably most of my family members wouldn't approve of, but it was freaking hilarious! I hadn't laughed that hard during a movie in a long time; plus we got to see it for free which was a definite plus! American Eagle Outfitters was doing a deal where you could go in and try on a pair of jeans and get a free movie ticket, so both me and Sam tried on a pair and got 2 tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day I saw some of my old friends from high school (when I say it like that, I sound so old!) so it was nice getting to see them again! I also bought myself a poster, cuz my walls are too empty and I felt like giving myself a present. We stopped by Spencers and took a look at their poster section. Of course Sam drooled over all of the ones of Dante from "Devil May Cry" (he's her favorite video game character ever!) but I was beginning to get discouraged when we were nearing the end and I still hadn't found anything I wanted. Then, like a miracle he popped out at me! I saw a poster for the video game of "Resident Evil 4" which is one of my favs. I desperatly went to the rack and started looking for him, but my hopes fell when I noticed that they were all gone. Then I glanced over at the slot next to the one I was searching in, and found it! He was the last one, and in the wrong slot to boot; but Leon Kennedy is now hanging happily in my bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite an eventful day today. I finally beat the boss battle in "Devil May Cry 3" that Sam couldn't get past which was quite an accomplishment in itself! It's pretty silly, because I have trouble with the boss battles in "Kingdom Hearts" (which is such a happy, silly game) and usually have to end up asking Sam to help me; and yet when I play "Devil May Cry" (which is such an intense, dark, serious game) I have no trouble at all! Does that seem weird to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally got my books for college today, so I'm almost ready for school to start. Just a few more things (not to mention getting my sleeping schedule in order) and I'll be set. I'm pretty nervous about Monday which is the first day, but I'm hoping it'll get easier once I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sammy got quite an eyeful this morning. There were 3 guys scraping paint off of an apartment building across the street from out building, and we could clearly see them out our living room door. One of them decided to ditch his shirt on the ground, and all the sudden Sammy declared that it was about time that we hung up the new Halloween wind-sock on the patio that we'd bought a few days previously! So, now we have a cute wind-sock with bats hanging on our porch, and the discovery of our sexy, ripped neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I had a lot to talk about! I'm sure I forgot about something, but my hands are cramping up anyway (probably from all the video games I've been playing lately!) so I guess this is all for now. I shall try to write again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-6328853169478572794?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6328853169478572794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=6328853169478572794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6328853169478572794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6328853169478572794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-awaited-update.html' title='A Long Awaited Update'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5680452822259499512</id><published>2008-09-05T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:23:50.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessed Betta</title><content type='html'>My fish has turned evil. He officially hates me, which is so upsetting since I'm crazy about him! He's so adorable, even when he's pissed! Anyway, I think he's just upset because he's been taken away from his home and shoved in a new place. Lately he's been flaring up his gills whenever I get to close to his vase, and he tries to attack me through the glass! He's been making all sorts of bubbles too, and they were collecting up at the top of the water before I cleaned his vase the other day. I'm telling you, it's amazing how many bubbles that fish can produce when he's upset! After I cleaned out his vase yesterday  he calmed down a little, I just hope that over time he'll return to his old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I now finally know what books I'll need for college. Me and Sam are splitting the cost of our $97 Math book, and then the  only other book I'll need is a $6 little book for English, so all in all my books shouldn't be too expensive! Of course, I don't know what the cost of art supplies will be for my Fund. Drawing class, but I hope it's not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started decorating my room yesterday. It's amazing what a few posters on the walls will do to a place! I'm beginning to feel more at home here; although it seems like every day me and Sam find something else that's wrong with this apartment. It's not "bad" for the first apartment we've ever owned, but it's still pretty ridiculous some of the things that are wrong here. Lets just say that there are various things missing around the place, and the landlord completely lied through her teeth when she told us that the apartment had been cleaned before we moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sam almost got lost on the bus route yesterday! :D Well, first we almost missed the bus outside out apartment building, so the driver was kindof upset with us, and then we had to ask her if we'd missed our stop (we were trying to find the nearest library) and she kinda acted like we were stupid. Maybe she was just having a bad day, or maybe she was upset by the way we looked. (Both us us were pretty lazy yesterday, so we didn't wear very flattering clothing!) Anyway, once we got off of that buss, we had to transfer to another one to reach the library, but we didn't know which side of the street we were supposed to be on! We had to call Sam's brother so he could tell us where the heck to go! Then of course when we were on our way home Sammy didn't trust me when I told her what direction the apartment was in. Thankfully it was the right direction, and we got home safe and sound (and starving as well!). She should have more faith in my sense of direction! :) So all in all, we had quite an adventurous day yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steam cleaners were supposed to be here at 9 this morning to take care of the carpets. When they didn't show up we called the landlord and she told us that they could arrive at any time today, she wasn't sure when. I even got up at 8 o' clock this morning (quite an accomplishment for me!) so I'd be ready for them! A lot of good that did me. So, in the meantime our kitchen is totally packed cuz we shoved all of our stuff onto the linoleum to get it out of the way. My parakeet is particularly upset with having his cage in the kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5680452822259499512?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5680452822259499512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5680452822259499512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5680452822259499512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5680452822259499512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/09/possessed-betta.html' title='Possessed Betta'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-2183758410431136271</id><published>2008-08-31T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:15:39.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Living</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official now. Me and Sam are moved into our new place, and are now living on our own! It's pretty freaky, but the longer I'm here, the more it seems like it's not so bad. I'd like to thank everybody who helped me along my journey, whether it was help with material things, or just with your kind words! It's all greatly appreciated, and you've all assisted me in more ways than you know. Thank you, I couldn't have done this without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fridge is finally filled! It looked pretty pathetic when we first got here, but now we have food so all is well with the world! ^_^ Oh, and I'm totally stealing internet from my neighbors, and the connection is GREAT, so maybe me and Sam won't have to buy internet! We still don't have much furniture, but that's alright. I always liked the floor better than chairs anyway! Tori (my parakeet for those of you who don't know) has been introduced to his new home. He was pretty upset on the drive up, but once I got him into his cage and he saw his mirror (his best friend) he was pretty content! I think he'll do alright, although our relationship has pretty much gone back to square one. I think the 3 months I was gone made him forget who I was, so now he's scared of me. But, with a little interaction everyday he should calm down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Wal-Mart all by myself (at night too) and didn't get abducted! That's always a good sign; although I did talk to Miya the entire way, thanks for keeping me safe sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the next step, finding a job. I'll try to keep you all updated on any opportunities I come across. I hope I can find a job somewhere other than in retail (those hours in the university bookstore were killer, and I'd rather not go through it again if I can help it) but I suppose I can't be too picky at a time like this. A boring, crappy job is better than no job at all! Anyway, that's about all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owl City" is so relaxing! I've been listening to him whenever I feel stressed, and he really helps! He reminds me a lot of "Death Cab for Cutie", so I know Shawna (and probably Miya too) would like him. Check him out if you get a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-2183758410431136271?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2183758410431136271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=2183758410431136271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2183758410431136271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/2183758410431136271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/08/apartment-living.html' title='Apartment Living'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-8208095204309367224</id><published>2008-08-22T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:11:53.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, and yet, so far!</title><content type='html'>My current obsession (if you've spoken to me, or been around me recently, then you know what I'm talking about, so there's no need to tell you what it is) is only 16 1/2 hours away from me! But, even with it being so close, there's no way I'd ever be able to reach it! Why must obsessions be so torturous!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-8208095204309367224?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8208095204309367224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=8208095204309367224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/8208095204309367224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/8208095204309367224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-close-and-yet-so-far.html' title='So close, and yet, so far!'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7242891562823200626</id><published>2008-07-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:35:25.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SIGfSXXG-nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CVkoxCWEUlI/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SIGfSXXG-nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CVkoxCWEUlI/s320/bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224632180583889522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hey everyone. Well, I finally got a job! Yay, I'm no longer unemployed! I'm currently working at the Idaho University bookstore.I do like it too; the employees are super nice, it's really easy, and I'm moving tons of stuff and walking a lot so I'm sure I'll get really buff! The only thing is, it has got to be one of the most boring jobs ever!&lt;br /&gt;    There's not a lot of variety in a job like this. I'm either putting price tags on stuff, organizing clothes, moving stuff, or cashiering. Every now and then I find myself going slightly crazy and have to find ways to distract my brain. It wouldn't be so bad if they played some music, but the head honcho has been pretty stern on the no-music rule. I'm not sure why it is that way, but I won't argue. So, often times I'll find that I'm humming to myself without even realizing it!&lt;br /&gt;    Having a job like this really gives you a lot of time to think though. And, I am glad I have it. I've actually made quite a few friends, and it's nice to know that I'm actually DOING something now, rather than sitting around, web-surfing all day! (although, I do still spend a good amount of time online once I get home from work! Youtube has become my new best friend these days!)&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, that's about it. Not a whole lot else has happened. Oh, I got a new haircut a little while ago. I kindof have bangs now, and it's pretty strange. It took some getting used to! I really like it though, I needed something different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7242891562823200626?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7242891562823200626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7242891562823200626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7242891562823200626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7242891562823200626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SIGfSXXG-nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CVkoxCWEUlI/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1614585280813330285</id><published>2008-07-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:30:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could have any Superpower...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about it this morning, and of course my first request was the ability to fly! That'd be so amazing. Then of course, I thought "well, what about being invisible?" because then I could sneak into all sorts of movies and concerts, and follow people. All that good, fun stuff. I would probably be playing pranks on people nonstop! Then, after I thought a little longer and realized what the ultimate superpower for me would be.&lt;br /&gt;    If I could choose any superpower, it'd be the ability to distinguish truth from lies. I'm not quite sure what you'd call that. Would it be mindreading?? Anyway, I think I'd choose that because then I'd really know what people think of me, and what they really want to say, but are too chicken to just do it.&lt;br /&gt;    I do realize that this power might in fact be a terrible thing to have, considering I might find out something about someone I'd rather not know. But, I think it's a risk worth taking. After all, I'd rather know all the nasty things people think about me, and be able to change because of them, (or tell them to screw off and die, whichever better suits the occasion) than be oblivious to their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;    Kindof an odd post, but I just thought ya'll should hear about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1614585280813330285?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1614585280813330285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1614585280813330285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1614585280813330285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1614585280813330285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-could-have-any-superpower.html' title='If I could have any Superpower...'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-5102303545106750266</id><published>2008-06-30T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:19:19.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My jaw hurts</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm terrible. I have a perfectly good weblog, wireless internet at my fingertips, things happening to me each day, and yet I still don't write. The truth is, I was never one to write blogs/journals, even as a kid. Most girls have a diary of some sort where they recorded everything that happened each day, and I also had one, and I would occasionally write in it, but the entries were few and far between. I guess it's just never been high in my list of priorities to do. I am trying to get better about it though, believe me, and even if you don't believe it, its true, no matter what you think; so there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, I got my second wisdom tooth taken out today. I got the other bottom one removed a few weeks back. They told me that this tooth was even easier to extract than the other one (which was surprising since the other one only took about 5 minutes after they got me all numbed up!) It was pretty weird seeing my tooth out of my mouth with all it's roots and stuff! It looked just like those teeth you see in the little cartoons all around dentist offices, except a little bloodier. Anyway, they gave me more Novocaine this time around for some reason, so it's taking my face extra-long to regain feeling. I took a couple pics of myself trying to smile, and they look pretty ridiculous since only one side of my mouth would move. Miya said it was cute, kinda like the side smirk Harrison Ford always has! Maybe I should numb my mouth more often, then I could charm the boys with my sexy side smirk!&lt;br /&gt;    Speaking of boys, I met one the other day. (Isn't it amazing, I mean there's only about 3 billion boys in the world, and I just happened to meet one!) Anyway, I saw him at Taco Time about a week ago when Miya and I stopped to eat during our travels through Moscow. I noticed he kept looking at me, and at first I thought that maybe I had something on my face, or clothes, but after disclosing that theory I realized that it was more than that. Anyway, I told Miya about it and she convinced me to write down my number for him. I was unsure about it, since I'd never done anything like that before, but after a while convinced myself that it was no big deal. Anyway, on our way out he was standing behind the register (did I mention that he was an employee? I don't think i did) and Miya told me to go for it, but coming to my senses, I chickened out and ran outside. He was standing there smirking at us the entire time! Miya stopped me, and told me to go back, but I wouldn't. I was WAY too nervous. She then grabbed the piece of paper with my number on it out of my hand, marched back inside, and gave it to him! Well, I didn't really expect anything to happen, but as it turned out, he called me that night.&lt;br /&gt;    He informed me that his name was Tommy, and we basically had a short, very silence-filled conversation about what sort of things we like. I noticed that, every time I asked him about himself, he said "I don't know...". I was starting to wonder what he DID know, when he asked if I wanted to hang out sometime. I said sure. he called me the next day and invited me to go swimming with him and his friends, but I declined, telling him I was busy. I didn't want to seem rude, but at the same time, I didn't really want to meet him for the first time in a bathing suit, surrounded by his friends. Not my cup of tea. Anyway, we did finally meet a few day later, and walked around Moscow for a while. He was actually really sweet, and I enjoyed talking to him. Some of the things he said, I'm doubtful about whether or not they were true, but on the whole, he seemed like a nice enough guy. Anyway, we haven't talked since then, and that was last Thursday, so I doubt this is going to go anywhere. We probably won't even see each other again unless he happens to be working the next time we go to Taco Time.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, other than that, not much has happened. I'm still looking for a job. I'm house-sitting for Roy's boss while he and his wife are gone to Britain for two weeks,  but  other than that, I haven't found work yet. I'm re-playing Zelda: Twilight Princess on the Wii, cuz that game's awesome! I've overdosed on the internet, as it's such a novelty at the moment. I never had the web right at my fingertips whenever I wanted it before, and I've become somewhat of an internet junkie. I'm still trying to get over my current obsession, Tokio Hotel. Seriously, I don't even know why I like these guys so much. But, I do this with practically every new band I come across. I discover them, I realize that I like their stuff, and then I completely immerse myself in them until I'm sick and tired of them!  I did it with Death Cab For Cutie, Kill Hannah, +44, Panic! At The Disco, The Killers, Simple Plan, and many many more! It's the same with movies and actors. Every month, I have a new obsession. The only question is, who's next?&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I think this blog is sufficiently long, to make up for all the missing entries I haven't done. Rest assured, I will strive to write more often, but I think that's all for now. Have a lovely evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-5102303545106750266?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5102303545106750266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=5102303545106750266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5102303545106750266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/5102303545106750266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-jaw-hurts.html' title='My jaw hurts'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-6614398397863876170</id><published>2008-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:35:25.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone else notice a similarity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SFSOdogPw-I/AAAAAAAAABs/1cVPagqGxgg/s1600-h/david+and+bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SFSOdogPw-I/AAAAAAAAABs/1cVPagqGxgg/s320/david+and+bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211947308514526178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the only one who thinks that Bill Kaulitz (the lead singer of Tokio Hotel) looks distinctly like David Bowie from the movie "The Labyrinth"? I just recently discovered this band, and fell in love with their music, but when I saw the singer, my first thought (other than my confusion as to whether it was a girl or a boy) was Jareth, the Goblin King!! They're pretty good though, my favorite songs being "Monsoon", and "Don't Jump". Their originally from Germany, and I enjoy listening to the German versions of their songs as well. You all should check them out on Youtube sometime, if your interested in Pop/Rock type music that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-6614398397863876170?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6614398397863876170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=6614398397863876170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6614398397863876170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/6614398397863876170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/anyone-else-notice-similarity_14.html' title='Anyone else notice a similarity?'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VODQk4K5loo/SFSOdogPw-I/AAAAAAAAABs/1cVPagqGxgg/s72-c/david+and+bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-1798497127226424211</id><published>2008-05-23T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:15:36.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Stuff</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got registered for my college classes. I'm taking English, fundamental drawing (my fun class!) and of course, my favorite class, Algebra. It doesn't even feel like it's really happening yet. I guess I'll only really feel like a genuine college kid when I'm moved out and paying for my bills!&lt;br /&gt;    I've still got so much to finish with high school though, before I begin worrying about college. We have finals in all our classes, I need to turn in about 3 essays, but my flashdrive is being a bitch and not working at all for me. It'd really make my life a bit easier if I actually understood technology! Poor Miya and Roy, whenever anything goes wrong with my appliances they're the first ones I call! I'm surprised they haven't told me to stop calling them already!&lt;br /&gt;    I'm going camping this weekend! I'm pretty excited, since it's probably one of the last times I'll be able to see my friends together before I graduate. It's supposed to rain all weekend, but I think we'll have fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;    OMG, have you ever met someone who was completely attached to you, but all you want is for them to just get the hell away from you?! I have someone like that. She's one of those people who wants everyone to support her, and do things for her, but she never gives you anything in return. Seriously, sometimes she gets so annoying I feel like I'm about to punch her in the face, but of course I don't. The only reason I'm "friends" with her is because I'm too damn nice to tell her to get lost. I guess I feel kinda bad for her, since she doesn't really have any other friends besides me. Gee, I wonder why!&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, tons more stuff happened, but it's like 12:14 in the morning, and I'm practically falling asleep on my computer. Sorry this blog was so random, although everyone's probably just happy I finally wrote something! Love you all, and good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-1798497127226424211?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1798497127226424211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=1798497127226424211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1798497127226424211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/1798497127226424211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2008/05/lots-of-stuff.html' title='Lots of Stuff'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423615427342051287.post-7980340197850157001</id><published>2007-12-29T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:32:08.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>testing testing 123&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2423615427342051287-7980340197850157001?l=doodlepoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7980340197850157001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2423615427342051287&amp;postID=7980340197850157001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7980340197850157001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2423615427342051287/posts/default/7980340197850157001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlepoot.blogspot.com/2007/12/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Lucie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823148920421796357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oymYw2oihU/TbPIdsxhczI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQg38d1L_Yk/s220/168121_1805388701137_1432477301_1930690_1191550_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
