<?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-5732574951773761290</id><updated>2012-01-25T08:29:13.691-07:00</updated><category term='daily blogging topics'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='1`q23uy7h'/><title type='text'>What does the G stand for?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8307063454579241792</id><published>2012-01-25T08:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:22:48.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog!</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomthoughtsofasupernerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Thoughts of a Super-Nerd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep my nerdy posts there and maybe more personal ones here? maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all should follow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8307063454579241792?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8307063454579241792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8307063454579241792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8307063454579241792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8307063454579241792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blog.html' title='New blog!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2238620046461581130</id><published>2012-01-23T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:46:53.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time</title><content type='html'>It's been three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years is a long time. Almost long enough to forget about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner, your legacy still lives on in the band hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bassoon in every household!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2238620046461581130?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2238620046461581130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2238620046461581130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2238620046461581130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2238620046461581130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-time.html' title='long time'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6236723684567304478</id><published>2011-11-16T07:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:31:48.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange dream</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream last night... my friend Kenny came home from his mission (which wasn't the strange part, he's supposed to come home next month!) and he came to see me in the computer lab, which was kinda strange. But he wasn't the same Kenny any more, he said he was all grown up now and wanted to be called Ken. I had a problem with this, as I already know a Ken and so he had to be Kenny even though Ken is Mik's father-in-law and so it's not like we have a close personal relationship... but I was sad that Kenny had changed. We've been friends since high school, after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my subconscious mind is telling me that I'm all grown up now and things will be different? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6236723684567304478?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6236723684567304478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6236723684567304478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6236723684567304478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6236723684567304478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/strange-dream.html' title='Strange dream'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6978216743686419750</id><published>2011-11-15T15:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:13:23.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a week's worth of thankful</title><content type='html'>I forgot to write thankful posts for a week. So here's 7 things I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Paydays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Vanilla beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Getting into the classes I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Really good professors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Honey-lemon cough drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: My amazing supervisor/bosses (Kohnor, Carey and Becky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Lactaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6978216743686419750?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6978216743686419750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6978216743686419750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6978216743686419750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6978216743686419750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/weeks-worth-of-thankful.html' title='a week&apos;s worth of thankful'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-7957274708518524570</id><published>2011-11-08T17:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:29:02.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful, day 8</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm halfway through my shift at work. What usually is a 3-hour shift unexpectedly became a 7-hour shift as my coworker's car died and she had no way to get here and so I offered to cover for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm thankful for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who actually reads this probably already knows that this job is perfect for me. I want to tell the story about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of May, I was having serious issues with my old job at the local grocery store. I wasn't being treated with respect the way I should have been, especially having worked there for three years, so I quit at the start of June. My wonderful mother let me quit with the stipulation that I apply to as many jobs as I could as quickly as I could so that I would hopefully be unemployed for only a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I applied for several jobs, had a couple interviews that didn't pan out, and was starting to feel disgruntled again when I got a call. Technically, I got a voice mail. That was Monday, June 27th. It wasn't until the next day when I realized I had a voice mail, panicked, called back, left a voice mail, was called back, and finally set up the interview for the next day, Wednesday. So Wednesday morning I nervously went to a building I'd never been to on campus for the interview. There, I met Dave and Kohnor, who were interviewing me. They gave me the manual for the job and said they'd call and let me know. Not even three hours later that day Dave called and offered me the job. I was unemployed for 3 1/2 weeks. I was so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job itself is super amazing. It's absolutely perfect for me, a college student with ADD. It's on campus, which is super convenient. Most days I work right after class. It's working with computers, which works really well with my major. I get to use the customer service skills I learned at my last job, and I actually get recognized for it. And (probably the best part) is I can do my homework right at work, which is perfectly timed with my ADD medication and attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, and I am super thankful for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-7957274708518524570?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/7957274708518524570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=7957274708518524570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7957274708518524570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7957274708518524570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-8.html' title='Thankful, day 8'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5052726299777155930</id><published>2011-11-07T13:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:21:44.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful, day 7</title><content type='html'>And for today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful for sisters. I have the best sisters ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it's my biological sisters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfOGaaVTnw/Trg7rAqOomI/AAAAAAAAA64/vUN6j0pRSa4/s1600/38539_1515566725036_1110486234_31456027_396201_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfOGaaVTnw/Trg7rAqOomI/AAAAAAAAA64/vUN6j0pRSa4/s320/38539_1515566725036_1110486234_31456027_396201_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672349340770673250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or my super awesome BFF/sister-in-law:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSPDg18Uu_U/Trg7kMED-qI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Mydj3PqbKtQ/s1600/309719_2292689872629_1110486234_32703798_6165869_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSPDg18Uu_U/Trg7kMED-qI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Mydj3PqbKtQ/s320/309719_2292689872629_1110486234_32703798_6165869_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672349223572732578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even just friends so close they're practically sisters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkDMtPuM1BA/Trg72boiicI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TzFjkDAGtww/s1600/207454_1993648407609_1435384853_32349077_335458_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkDMtPuM1BA/Trg72boiicI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TzFjkDAGtww/s320/207454_1993648407609_1435384853_32349077_335458_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672349536989907394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/5732574951773761290-5052726299777155930?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5052726299777155930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5052726299777155930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5052726299777155930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5052726299777155930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-7.html' title='Thankful, day 7'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfOGaaVTnw/Trg7rAqOomI/AAAAAAAAA64/vUN6j0pRSa4/s72-c/38539_1515566725036_1110486234_31456027_396201_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-7614836696229737205</id><published>2011-11-07T13:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:06:52.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful, days 4-6</title><content type='html'>Three things I'm thankful for, to make up for the three days I didn't blog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: I'm thankful for old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2: I'm thankful for new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3: I'm thankful for awesome TV shows like Firefly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-7614836696229737205?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/7614836696229737205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=7614836696229737205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7614836696229737205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7614836696229737205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-4-6.html' title='Thankful, days 4-6'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5066216393312669732</id><published>2011-11-03T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:44:32.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful, day 3</title><content type='html'>Today I'm thankful for warm baths. You never know how much you want one until you can't take one. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5066216393312669732?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5066216393312669732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5066216393312669732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5066216393312669732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5066216393312669732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-3.html' title='Thankful, day 3'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1635994369117982342</id><published>2011-11-02T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:24:18.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful, day 2</title><content type='html'>Today's item might seem a little odd, and rather specific, but it's something I thought about a lot today and it really is something I'm thankful for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful that I changed my major. I adore computer science with an adoration I never thought possible for a field of study. As much as I like math, computer science is way above it on my scale of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, I was crazily in love (or maybe just crazy) with this boy. And since I thought I'd love math forever and ever and want to do it for the rest of my life, we had a plan. This plan went something like this: he'd graduate from high school and go on a mission. I'd wait for him and do as much school as possible. He'd get home, do a year of school, I'd do my last year of school, graduate, then we'd get married and I'd put him through the rest of school by working as a math teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, am I glad that plan never even came close to fruition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about a year of college, I came to the startling realization that even though I like math, it wasn't what I really wanted to do for the rest of my life. I couldn't see myself standing at the front of a classroom full of ruthless high school students forever. I didn't know what I really wanted to do, though. So I kind of aimlessly pointed myself towards computer science, mostly because it's what my dad does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a few classes, discovered I really liked the subject, and decided to continue with the program. I got the most awesome student job ever working in the computer labs (which will have its own awesome post), and I've realized I really can see myself typing away at a computer for a career, for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm glad I decided to not go into math. I'm glad I decided to go into computer science. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1635994369117982342?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1635994369117982342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1635994369117982342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1635994369117982342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1635994369117982342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-2.html' title='Thankful, day 2'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1481837608688000260</id><published>2011-11-01T14:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:35:05.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>It's November. November is a time when people usually eat way too much and start to spend way too much buying things for themselves and other people. But it's also a time to be thankful. Every day this month I'm going to try to come up with something I'm thankful for, no matter if it's big or small.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, November 1st, I'm thankful for my mom. She supports me in all my decisions, even if she doesn't agree with them. She's a shoulder to cry on, a person to talk to, an amazing cook, and the best role model I could've ever had. Thanks, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1481837608688000260?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1481837608688000260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1481837608688000260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1481837608688000260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1481837608688000260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4334059406960780795</id><published>2011-10-24T09:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:01:26.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween shopping list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Costume:&lt;/div&gt;I already have:&lt;div&gt;t-shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;green shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cupcake earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cupcake bandaids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supplies for cape (&lt;a href="http://www.inhabitots.com/the-six-minute-superhero-cape/"&gt;t-shirt?&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supplies for mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supplies for &lt;a href="http://laundryonsundaes.wordpress.com/2010/11/12/diy-cupcake-headband/"&gt;headband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supplies for tutu (pink, blue, green tulle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supplies for &lt;a href="http://laundryonsundaes.wordpress.com/2011/01/06/diy-lollipop-wand/"&gt;wand&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mustache lollipops (cookie dough filled?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skull &amp;amp; crossbones lollipops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sugar cookies (&lt;a href="http://blog.bakeitpretty.com/2009/10/spellbinding-cookies/"&gt;these ones?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupcakes for band hall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homemade candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4334059406960780795?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4334059406960780795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4334059406960780795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4334059406960780795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4334059406960780795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-shopping-list.html' title='Halloween shopping list'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5039406645121956301</id><published>2011-09-16T09:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:34:51.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New record!</title><content type='html'>7 people in the past 10 minutes assumed the lab is actually the testing center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5039406645121956301?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5039406645121956301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5039406645121956301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5039406645121956301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5039406645121956301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-record_16.html' title='New record!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-33396616947426715</id><published>2011-08-22T16:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T16:17:33.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labs again</title><content type='html'>Dear lab-goers, especially that one guy in the skin-tight shirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am engaged. No need to hit on me. Especially when your girlfriend that you walked in with is five feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that lab aide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-33396616947426715?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/33396616947426715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=33396616947426715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/33396616947426715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/33396616947426715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/08/labs-again.html' title='Labs again'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4705746753608323504</id><published>2011-08-05T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:00:11.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>Some guy just yelled at me in the lab because he wanted to check out headphones, because apparently he had before in other labs, and so I told him in this lab you need to sign out for them. He wrote down his name, then started writing his W number, then stopped and said "Wait, I have to put my W number down with other people's numbers where anyone can see it?" and I'm like well, yeah, I need your W number, and he said "Forget it. Other labs just ask for your ID." &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not how we do it here. Don't want to write down your stinking W number down because you're afraid someone might take your Physics 1010 exam for you? I mean seriously. Then you don't get headphones. Simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4705746753608323504?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4705746753608323504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4705746753608323504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4705746753608323504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4705746753608323504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/08/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6563018417469442340</id><published>2011-08-04T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:00:58.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More lab musings</title><content type='html'>Dear lab-goers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a testing center employee, I can't set up tests for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an academic advisor, I can't tell you what you need for a minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a professor, I don't know how your professor grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a simple lab aide, there to answer your questions about the computer and printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your semi-friendly lab aide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6563018417469442340?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6563018417469442340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6563018417469442340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6563018417469442340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6563018417469442340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-lab-musings.html' title='More lab musings'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-3628744516689037631</id><published>2011-08-01T16:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:53:31.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grumble grumble, part 2</title><content type='html'>Dear lab-goers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A W number. It's not that hard to remember. It starts with a W and is followed by 8 numbers. For example, W01234567.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn yours, please. You do need it to check out headphones, and to take tests, and a million other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your semi-friendly lab aide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-3628744516689037631?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/3628744516689037631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=3628744516689037631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3628744516689037631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3628744516689037631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/08/grumble-grumble-part-2.html' title='grumble grumble, part 2'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5120716901665437777</id><published>2011-08-01T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:02:38.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumble grumble</title><content type='html'>Dear people in the lab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to double-click the little "Log Off" button? Seriously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here ten minutes today and already I had to log off five computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your semi-friendly lab aide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5120716901665437777?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5120716901665437777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5120716901665437777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5120716901665437777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5120716901665437777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/08/grumble-grumble.html' title='Grumble grumble'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8028269164897745288</id><published>2011-07-20T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:05:39.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More work</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly three weeks since I sat right here being interviewed for this job. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy just walked in, looked around briefly, looked fairly intently at a computer, and left again. he walked over to the testing center. maybe he didn't know the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Update! (10:03 AM) He walked in again, looked at the computer again, then came over and asked me "I don't have a login, do you have a guest login?" and I was all no, you have to go to the Union lab...? (I think?) and then he asked "Well, do you have wireless?" and I told him there is wireless, but you have to have a login to get to anything more than weber.edu... and he left, presumably to find the union building... Strange. If you're not a Weber student, why are you trying to use our labs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of difference, another guy (apparently) didn't know that logging into the computer and logging into Weber's website are two completely different things, even though you do use the same username and password for both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8028269164897745288?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8028269164897745288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8028269164897745288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8028269164897745288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8028269164897745288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-work.html' title='More work'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4001016855550330626</id><published>2011-07-18T17:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:20:27.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work story time!</title><content type='html'>I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a backstory, I work at Weber State now, in the computer labs. I'm pretty sure it's the best job ever for a college student with ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting there at work. I knew the printer cartridge was getting low, but I was hoping I wouldn't have to change it... of course, I did. A guy was printing his lengthy paper and it ran out halfway through. Fortunately, this guy was awesome and friendly and helpful and apparently works in the photo lab and is around printers all day, so he cheerfully helped me replace it. Then I put the old one in the box, wrote "Used" on it, and put it back in the supply closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4001016855550330626?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4001016855550330626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4001016855550330626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4001016855550330626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4001016855550330626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/07/work-story-time.html' title='Work story time!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-954092281407645756</id><published>2011-06-12T00:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:53:21.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought on love</title><content type='html'>You know he loves you when he takes you in his arms when you burst into tears for no actual reason in the middle of a gas station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-954092281407645756?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/954092281407645756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=954092281407645756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/954092281407645756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/954092281407645756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/06/thought-on-love.html' title='a thought on love'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8176248831830546016</id><published>2011-06-07T23:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:27:30.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Facebook</title><content type='html'>Dear Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;I love the updates to the photo upload-and-tag system.&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;Where do you get the "people you may know"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6M6TiGR_-4A/Te8IAu6ThfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/-RKxhMpKFlA/s1600/peopleyoumayknow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6M6TiGR_-4A/Te8IAu6ThfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/-RKxhMpKFlA/s320/peopleyoumayknow.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615716069039900146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO IDEA who these are. We have no friends in common. We don't even have any "likes" in common.&lt;br /&gt;Please at least recommend people who I might actually know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8176248831830546016?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8176248831830546016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8176248831830546016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8176248831830546016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8176248831830546016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-facebook.html' title='Dear Facebook'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6M6TiGR_-4A/Te8IAu6ThfI/AAAAAAAAA2M/-RKxhMpKFlA/s72-c/peopleyoumayknow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8097593016570384174</id><published>2011-05-06T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:46:46.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>zombies?</title><content type='html'>Today, my zombie-fighting team is Bryson, Mike F., Jackie, Maggie and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a better place already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8097593016570384174?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8097593016570384174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8097593016570384174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8097593016570384174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8097593016570384174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/05/zombies.html' title='zombies?'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8217237058051986891</id><published>2011-04-27T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:02:15.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ads don't trust me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xRSbUXaxZ4/TbexPWx5rdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZmuTRzwKpz4/s1600/sillyad.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xRSbUXaxZ4/TbexPWx5rdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZmuTRzwKpz4/s320/sillyad.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600139539029536210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly ad.&lt;br /&gt;You silly ad.&lt;br /&gt;Your name is silly ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though. What the heck? I'm not even married yet and they're suggesting books to save my marriage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8217237058051986891?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8217237058051986891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8217237058051986891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8217237058051986891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8217237058051986891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/04/ads-dont-trust-me.html' title='ads don&apos;t trust me.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xRSbUXaxZ4/TbexPWx5rdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZmuTRzwKpz4/s72-c/sillyad.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8672163939314969510</id><published>2011-04-15T22:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:49:58.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought</title><content type='html'>This is my dear friend Kenny:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHuFsuLT5BY/TakfERCYTGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/FBaxn6ywenc/s1600/n659485048_617923_2858.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHuFsuLT5BY/TakfERCYTGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/FBaxn6ywenc/s320/n659485048_617923_2858.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596038170137873506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is his cousin Kyle, who has also become a good friend:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTfEwLkldmA/TakfoeepInI/AAAAAAAAA0c/YoWLFvmazTU/s1600/205528_1791073309776_1627922258_1648370_5144442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTfEwLkldmA/TakfoeepInI/AAAAAAAAA0c/YoWLFvmazTU/s320/205528_1791073309776_1627922258_1648370_5144442_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596038792221368946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I swiped that one from Facebook.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ridiculously good-looking, yes.&lt;br /&gt;But also, a little while ago, I tried to think of Kenny, and all I could think of was Kyle's face. :( But but! Kenny gets home in December! Happy times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8672163939314969510?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8672163939314969510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8672163939314969510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8672163939314969510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8672163939314969510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thought.html' title='random thought'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHuFsuLT5BY/TakfERCYTGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/FBaxn6ywenc/s72-c/n659485048_617923_2858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8144266541917641112</id><published>2011-04-13T14:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:59:38.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to the past</title><content type='html'>Dear teenage me, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did you have such a thing for super-flared light-wash jeans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, why were you SO skinny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-year-old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8144266541917641112?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8144266541917641112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8144266541917641112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8144266541917641112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8144266541917641112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-past.html' title='to the past'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-385695388709705006</id><published>2011-04-03T23:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:15:16.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>conference!</title><content type='html'>What I got out of General Conference this time:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be trials in life, so get married and help the welfare system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though. It was awesome. The talks on marriage especially seemed very... personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-385695388709705006?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/385695388709705006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=385695388709705006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/385695388709705006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/385695388709705006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/04/conference.html' title='conference!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-7048568565080362282</id><published>2011-03-16T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:06:54.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite Four</title><content type='html'>I'm about to face the Elite Four. And totes win. Here's my line-up:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ampharos, lvl 51&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growlith, lvl 48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fearow, lvl 48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragonair, lvl 49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alakazam, lvl 48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piloswine, lvl 48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Items!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;50 Revives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60 Soda Pops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 Moomoo milks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51 Lemonades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 Fresh Waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;various potions and spray-type medicines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tons of Berries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nervous nervous nervous! I'll do fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-7048568565080362282?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/7048568565080362282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=7048568565080362282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7048568565080362282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7048568565080362282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/03/elite-four.html' title='Elite Four'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6545542264649173777</id><published>2011-03-01T19:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:47:52.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blogging topics'/><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Starting up again. just picking up where I left off. Let's see how far I get this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 7 – have you ever thought about giving up on life? When and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Junior high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;hated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6545542264649173777?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6545542264649173777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6545542264649173777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6545542264649173777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6545542264649173777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-34609671389625963</id><published>2011-02-25T17:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:17:18.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from daily blogging topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Also, is the birthday of my favorite aunt Colleen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pllqRTbPBdo/TWhFCjzqOII/AAAAAAAAAzk/GlvqS2oiowc/s320/26259_1394392455755_1110486234_31153091_4870771_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577784048772331650" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, is the third birthday for my cousin Connor, my cousin on the other side Grayson, and my friend Mark's daughter Melody! (none pictured.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, is James and Oliver Phelps' birthday(s)! Also known as these guys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD8z_83oU4U/TWhFC5tQZVI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LogyXnGzAU8/s320/171684_10150118436829313_156794164312_5912381_6097257_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577784054651053394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(the irresistible Fred and George Weasley.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also also also! I share a birthday with a Beatle! (cheering ensues!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbfsxS9UZ-g/TWhFDBn6DtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rkT1NmnpCPY/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-beatle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbfsxS9UZ-g/TWhFDBn6DtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rkT1NmnpCPY/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-beatle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577784056776101586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbfsxS9UZ-g/TWhFDBn6DtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rkT1NmnpCPY/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-beatle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday, George. You are missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, it's the greatest birthday ever. And now I am 21 and all legal and stuff. Except for driving rental cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-34609671389625963?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/34609671389625963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=34609671389625963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/34609671389625963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/34609671389625963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pllqRTbPBdo/TWhFCjzqOII/AAAAAAAAAzk/GlvqS2oiowc/s72-c/26259_1394392455755_1110486234_31153091_4870771_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4292134178852736913</id><published>2011-02-22T19:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:47:03.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blogging topics'/><title type='text'>Days 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>Missed a day again... not very good at this whole "daily blogging" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – what you have learned in the past month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned... to be certain all the rolls are bagged up&lt;br /&gt;... to not take my job for granted&lt;br /&gt;... to be patient... things you want take time&lt;br /&gt;... to age the egg whites to make proper macarons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – a funny {and true} story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is the amazing bus ad placement I saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side was an ad for a lingerie store.&lt;br /&gt;On the back was an Intermountain ad for OB/GYNs, featuring a very pregnant woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4292134178852736913?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4292134178852736913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4292134178852736913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4292134178852736913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4292134178852736913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/02/days-4-5.html' title='Days 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8527472657886174602</id><published>2011-02-20T22:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:29:38.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blogging topics'/><title type='text'>Days 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>I missed a day, and the topics kinda go together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 – something that makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – the reason you believe you’re still alive today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5VKhmfinHk/TWH3wLpaJFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/jNDA8VL4w8E/s1600/n659485048_959388_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5VKhmfinHk/TWH3wLpaJFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/jNDA8VL4w8E/s320/n659485048_959388_1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576010220793635922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIyLGXUjzrY/TWH3v7b_4DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MbgUgSGLJDQ/s1600/n659485048_617921_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIyLGXUjzrY/TWH3v7b_4DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MbgUgSGLJDQ/s320/n659485048_617921_2275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576010216442421298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgS1A-NSAT4/TWH3v9nsjoI/AAAAAAAAAzM/fLLr2MY5ejE/s1600/133690_10150117228090049_659485048_7856157_826260_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgS1A-NSAT4/TWH3v9nsjoI/AAAAAAAAAzM/fLLr2MY5ejE/s320/133690_10150117228090049_659485048_7856157_826260_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576010217028357762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gq4v-0mJ_E/TWH3veNRGKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/b8_DIlOs6Js/s1600/5042_130762765048_659485048_3234196_1558353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gq4v-0mJ_E/TWH3veNRGKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/b8_DIlOs6Js/s320/5042_130762765048_659485048_3234196_1558353_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576010208596007074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8527472657886174602?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8527472657886174602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8527472657886174602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8527472657886174602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8527472657886174602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/02/days-3-4.html' title='Days 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5VKhmfinHk/TWH3wLpaJFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/jNDA8VL4w8E/s72-c/n659485048_959388_1914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6565933826215976835</id><published>2011-02-19T00:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:38:13.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blogging topics'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, so about a half-hour late, but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 – what would be found in your purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off: my actual purse. It's brown, small, leather, and has a huge long strap, perfect for wearing on the shoulder. I got it for about $4 at the DI. However, the many pins covering it are worth a lot more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside!&lt;br /&gt;House key, attached to many, many keychains: high school homecoming keychains, mini Sharpies, Eiffel Tower...&lt;br /&gt;Nursery keys, attached to GIR and Domo-kun keychains&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, car key&lt;br /&gt;Wallet (containing debit card, bus pass, driver's license, food handler's permit, school ID card, blood donor card, pictures of Emmett and Lissie, high school dance pictures, various store member cards (well actually, just Hot Topic and Hancock Fabrics), business card for Sweet Ann Cakes, and a four-leaf clover)&lt;br /&gt;Candy corn&lt;br /&gt;spare change&lt;br /&gt;receipts&lt;br /&gt;pins that don't like to stay on my purse&lt;br /&gt;half a bag of Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, the contents of my purse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6565933826215976835?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6565933826215976835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6565933826215976835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6565933826215976835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6565933826215976835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2333622989525492021</id><published>2011-02-17T21:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:55:48.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blogging topics'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1, my hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I'm sure most of you know, I'm hoping to get engaged and married within the next year... I'm dreaming about that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get decent grades this semester...&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to work on my cupcakes, keeping them moist and fluffy but not peeling away from the wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning and dreaming about what I want to do with my life. Do I want to stay in school for years longer and go for a bachelor's degree, or just try to finish an associate's? Do I want to stay with computer science, or do I want to try a business class and see how feasible my dreams would actually be?&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to ask for a raise at work, this week actually! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2333622989525492021?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2333622989525492021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2333622989525492021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2333622989525492021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2333622989525492021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-3803540357035171330</id><published>2011-02-17T21:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:56:08.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily blogging topics'/><title type='text'>Daily blog topics</title><content type='html'>Saw this on someone's blog, and thought it might be fun. We'll see if I can actually do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 – your hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 – what would be found in your purse&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 – something that makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – the reason you believe you’re still alive today&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – what you have learned in the past month&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – a funny {and true} story&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – have you ever thought about giving up on life? When and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 – a picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – something you have to forgive yourself for&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – top 10 pet peeves&lt;br /&gt;Day 11- a favorite book&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – a picture of someone/something that has had the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – put your ipod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – a travel story&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – a hobby&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – someone or something you definitely could live without&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – a picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – a favorite recipe&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – a book you’ve read that changed your views on something&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – what makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – a child I love&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – what’s the best thing going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – something you bought recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – something you have to forgive someone else for&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – a favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – what did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – someone you need to let go or wish you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – short terms goals for this month and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 31 – your dream house&lt;br /&gt;Day 32 – something people seem to compliment you the most on&lt;br /&gt;Day 33 – something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Day 34 – next three on your “bucket list”&lt;br /&gt;Day 35 – something you never get compliments on&lt;br /&gt;Day 36 – songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, mad&lt;br /&gt;Day 37 – nicknames you have, and why you have them&lt;br /&gt;Day 38 – something you wish you hadn’t done in your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 39 – something you crave a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 40 – a person I love&lt;br /&gt;Day 41 – what would you do if you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Day 42 – something you want to buy&lt;br /&gt;Day 43 – something you hope to do in your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 44 – recent picture of you and 15 interest facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 45 – a favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 46 – something you hope you never have to do&lt;br /&gt;Day 47 – the meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 48 – a favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;Day 49 – someone who has made your life worth living&lt;br /&gt;Day 50 – a picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;br /&gt;Day 51 – a picture of your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 52 – a band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days&lt;br /&gt;Day 53 – how you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;Day 54 – a favorite You Tube video&lt;br /&gt;Day 55 – something you wish you had done in your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 56 – your last five Facebook status’&lt;br /&gt;Day 57 – 5 things about you no one really knows&lt;br /&gt;Day 58 – a picture that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 59 – make a playlist to someone, explain why you chose all the songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 60 – something you hope to change about yourself, and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 61 – a picture of you last year and now, and how you’ve changed since then&lt;br /&gt;Day 62 – something you dislike about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 63 – a favorite photo&lt;br /&gt;Day 64 – something you love about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 65 – something you’re craving right now&lt;br /&gt;Day 66 – a favorite food&lt;br /&gt;Day 67 – your favorite superhero and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 68 – a habit you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;Day 69 – a letter to someone&lt;br /&gt;Day 70 – something or someone you couldn’t live without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-3803540357035171330?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/3803540357035171330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=3803540357035171330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3803540357035171330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3803540357035171330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/02/daily-blog-topics.html' title='Daily blog topics'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-521048358437305825</id><published>2011-01-21T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:36:58.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner?</title><content type='html'>I'm making dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking whole-wheat crêpes with some sort of slightly spicy chicken filling.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-521048358437305825?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/521048358437305825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=521048358437305825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/521048358437305825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/521048358437305825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/01/dinner.html' title='Dinner?'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2832466884904722434</id><published>2011-01-05T16:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:26:26.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Links, mostly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lewisandclarkstyle.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-face-was-made-for-washin.html"&gt;This face was made for washin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one has happened to me before... aggravations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lewisandclarkstyle.blogspot.com/2010/11/pants.html"&gt;Pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaahhh, pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2832466884904722434?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2832466884904722434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2832466884904722434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2832466884904722434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2832466884904722434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/01/links-mostly.html' title='Links, mostly'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8034653358243534143</id><published>2011-01-01T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:38:34.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New year's baking.</title><content type='html'>New year's resolutions (a work in progress):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Work on getting macarons right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Learn to make cake pops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Perfect a gluten-free cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the baking ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8034653358243534143?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8034653358243534143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8034653358243534143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8034653358243534143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8034653358243534143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-baking.html' title='New year&apos;s baking.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2397018088440898770</id><published>2010-12-28T22:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:40:43.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><title type='text'>allergies.</title><content type='html'>I have allergies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of them I've known about for a while:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfume, known that one basically all my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate, discovered that in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most I've just discovered this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iodine. (iodine contrast dye, ER visit. hives and closed throat ensued.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shellfish. (notably shrimp. related to the iodine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some are purely speculative:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saffron? (never had it, so I'm not sure, but I'm assuming it's one I may have inherited from mom.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potatoes? (possibly just the way the starch reacts with iodine in salt? more testing needed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this post was inspired by a "gluten-free, vegan, allergen-free" baker on Cupcake Wars. I am all for gluten-free, believe me. Vegan cupcakes... pushing it a little. Allergen-free, no such thing. The most common allergens (dairy, wheat, red food coloring), sure. But you can't be totally allergen-free using chocolate and citrus fruit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go eat a cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2397018088440898770?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2397018088440898770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2397018088440898770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2397018088440898770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2397018088440898770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/12/allergies.html' title='allergies.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4693011631087799133</id><published>2010-11-04T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:08:18.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants!</title><content type='html'>According to my friend Lara, &lt;a href="http://lewisandclarkstyle.blogspot.com/2010/11/pants.html"&gt;"in the life of every marvelous blogger, the blogger must write a post on pants."&lt;/a&gt; So this is my post on pants.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, given the time, I am wearing my warm fleece pajama pants. Earlier today, however, I was wearing dark wash boot-cut jeans. (My favorite style.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although personally, I don't like pants much. I think I'd rather wear skirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4693011631087799133?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4693011631087799133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4693011631087799133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4693011631087799133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4693011631087799133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/11/pants.html' title='Pants!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2313082417663500247</id><published>2010-09-23T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:33:37.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE band hall moment</title><content type='html'>the one that had Linda and me laughing for a solid ten minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: (right after Dr. Root walked around the corner) "I can unbutton a man's shirt in under four seconds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is a backstory.)&lt;br /&gt;Jackie works at a dry cleaner's. She was telling us the story of how she said that exact phrase (I can unbutton a man's shirt in under four seconds) at a really awkward moment: a quiet moment in Relief Society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2313082417663500247?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2313082417663500247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2313082417663500247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2313082417663500247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2313082417663500247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/09/band-hall-moment.html' title='THE band hall moment'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-356303273671272343</id><published>2010-09-10T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:51:03.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy!</title><content type='html'>Things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly-melted ice&lt;br /&gt;ice cream frozen in liquid nitrogen&lt;br /&gt;Warehouse 13, Eureka&lt;br /&gt;Lissie getting excited to see Matt&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Matt&lt;br /&gt;pointless Facebook games&lt;br /&gt;Spam and eggs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-356303273671272343?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/356303273671272343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=356303273671272343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/356303273671272343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/356303273671272343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy.html' title='happy!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4447210644692889677</id><published>2010-09-02T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:20:36.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school!</title><content type='html'>Band hall/euphonium sectional moments today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slam! ...she said, closing her notebook quietly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sectionals, we spent about five minutes just reminiscing on how we met Wes...&lt;br /&gt;Although, I think the least productive time was when Dr. Root came in to listen to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mike triangle (Mike C., Mike F. and Mike N.)&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mike &amp; Mike's comedy stand-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Play a Hawaiian song." "But I don't know any Hawaiian songs." "Play a Hawaiian song." "But I don't know any." "Play one anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Lissie quote, just for the heck of it: "Apples go in the mouth!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4447210644692889677?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4447210644692889677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4447210644692889677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4447210644692889677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4447210644692889677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8909552713287053895</id><published>2010-06-20T19:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:42:33.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eh?</title><content type='html'>Lyrics that hit close to home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something that I love long long&lt;br /&gt;But my friend's keepa' tellin' me that something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then I met someone&lt;br /&gt;And eh! There's nothing else I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: (from the same song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;Just that things got some complica-eh-eh&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone cute and funny&lt;br /&gt;Got each other and that's money eh&lt;br /&gt;Eh-eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8909552713287053895?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8909552713287053895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8909552713287053895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8909552713287053895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8909552713287053895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/06/eh.html' title='eh?'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1751347111422550586</id><published>2010-06-13T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:41:54.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cake</title><content type='html'>Cake/cupcakes I have made successfully:&lt;br /&gt;Banana-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;orange&lt;br /&gt;passion fruit&lt;br /&gt;triple lemon&lt;br /&gt;brown sugar-pineapple upside down&lt;br /&gt;german chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones that need a little tweaking:&lt;br /&gt;white/yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones queued for testing:&lt;br /&gt;grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones I'd like to try:&lt;br /&gt;tie-dye&lt;br /&gt;strawberries &amp; cream&lt;br /&gt;strawberry lemonade&lt;br /&gt;lemon-lime&lt;br /&gt;pb &amp; j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1751347111422550586?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1751347111422550586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1751347111422550586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1751347111422550586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1751347111422550586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/06/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2907614865980954177</id><published>2010-06-06T10:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:47:08.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flurpees!</title><content type='html'>Last night, as I was on Facebook, I got a random message from Mike D. &lt;br /&gt;This particular Mike I hadn't actually met, but I'd seen him around and knew who he was; we'd been Facebook friends since September, when we decided that we really ought to know each other since we had so many friends in common.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I got a message from him on Facebook, and we chatted for a bit, then he decided since neither of us were doing anything, he should come kidnap me and we'd hang out for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;So he did, bringing his friend Cora (whom I also had never met, but really ought to have known) and we officially met for the first time. Then he wound up talking to Dad about sci-fi for quite a while. Finally, we were off on a most important quest: to make a Flurpee.&lt;br /&gt;A Flurpee is a Frosty and a Slurpee, combined into one cup of delicious happiness.&lt;br /&gt;So we got Frosties, we got Slurpees, and we sat on the concrete wall dividing the Wendy's and 7-11 parking lots, eating our Flurpees and getting to know one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2907614865980954177?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2907614865980954177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2907614865980954177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2907614865980954177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2907614865980954177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/06/flurpees.html' title='Flurpees!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4880978673093471383</id><published>2010-05-06T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:10:51.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures!!</title><content type='html'>Julie and I went on an adventure today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Salt Lake so her brother Brent could take a test. Basically, the day went as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;Found place, dropped Brent off, Julie got mistaken for a ninth-grader&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Salt Lake for a while (mind this was 9:30 in the morning, stuff was just opening)&lt;br /&gt;Went to an Asian market, found way too much fun stuff, bought a million chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;Went to the "London Market" (super-adorable, by the way), got hit on by a really cute guy who noticed my Zim jacket, found a Mother's day present for Mom&lt;br /&gt;Walked some more, went to a super-adorable flower shop/art gallery&lt;br /&gt;Walked again, went to Lunaberry, ate a chicken-mango crêpe and passion fruit frozen yogurt, both of which were completely delicious&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library, where I managed to ride a see-through elevator up to the fifth floor (!) and went on the roof (!!)&lt;br /&gt;Picked up Brent, rode Trax to the Gateway, had tons of fun wandering around&lt;br /&gt;Excitement! Julie thought she lost her keys. Eventually found them right by the car. Karma was on our side today.&lt;br /&gt;Took Brent home, then Julie and I went back to my house, ate dinner, and made sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very exciting, albeit mildly exhausting (We probably walked 5 miles, at least) day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4880978673093471383?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4880978673093471383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4880978673093471383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4880978673093471383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4880978673093471383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventures.html' title='Adventures!!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5296574409242768573</id><published>2010-04-14T19:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:50:23.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more cupcakes, day 2.</title><content type='html'>Given that Matt was the only one to give me solid input on what kind to bring tomorrow (His input was, and I quote, "the same kind") I am making "the same kind", aka choco-banana-Nutella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good, for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;It lets me make sure I can do the recipe again.&lt;br /&gt;They were devoured today.&lt;br /&gt;It will give the opportunity to try them to the Thursday crowd and those that got to the band hall after they were all eaten today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5296574409242768573?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5296574409242768573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5296574409242768573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5296574409242768573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5296574409242768573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-cupcakes-day-2.html' title='more cupcakes, day 2.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6468734679114884473</id><published>2010-04-13T18:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:19:14.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>So, Jarrett has commissioned me to make cupcakes every day for the rest of the semester, and bring them to the band hall. This is quite an undertaking, but it gives me opportunity to experiment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's experiment: Chocolate-banana cupcakes with Nutella buttercream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S8UHlIFIAMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5ObjeP7qLHo/s1600/DSCN2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S8UHlIFIAMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5ObjeP7qLHo/s320/DSCN2945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459778457662128322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup banana, mashed with 1 tbs milk and 1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, separated&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tbs baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350° F. Line 48 mini muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;Beat egg whites in mixer until stiff, but not dry. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Sift together flour, cocoa powder, baking powder and salt. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Beat together butter and sugar until creamy. Add egg yolks and beat well. With mixer on slow speed, alternately add flour mixture and banana mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Fold in half of the egg whites, then fold in the other half.&lt;br /&gt;Scoop into muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 11 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool on cooling rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutella icing!&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Nutella (or other chocolate-hazelnut spread)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;4 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat together butter, Nutella, vanilla and milk. Slowly add powdered sugar until desired consistency. Spread or pipe on cupcakes. Sprinkle with mini chocolate chips, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update after I take them to the band hall tomorrow to tell y'all how they were received...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6468734679114884473?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6468734679114884473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6468734679114884473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6468734679114884473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6468734679114884473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-cupcakes.html' title='More cupcakes!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S8UHlIFIAMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5ObjeP7qLHo/s72-c/DSCN2945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4371823794463965695</id><published>2010-04-09T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:02:00.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Julie and I made a whole bunch of mini cupcakes for the Smith Christmeaster party, namely for the added attraction (the double bridal shower) that Mom somehow got put in charge of.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I brainstormed what kind of cupcakes to make for a while, then decided on two types: my now-famous passion fruit cupcakes, and what we're naming "Pucker Up Cupcakes," a triple-lemon cupcake. We figured those would be appropriate for a bridal shower, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've posted the recipe for the &lt;a href="http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/recent-recipes.html"&gt;passion fruit cupcakes before&lt;/a&gt;, the only difference this time was that I did nothing but mini cupcakes and wound up with 90 of them... I also topped them with cake sparkles and fondant cherry blossoms (to go with Mik's wedding cake.) I think they turned out quite well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S792HRuV2NI/AAAAAAAAAwA/H0Pdt6jUdeU/s1600/DSCN2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S792HRuV2NI/AAAAAAAAAwA/H0Pdt6jUdeU/s320/DSCN2938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458211140785264850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Pucker Up Cupcakes" were an experiment. We were looking at cupcake blogs and found a picture of a cupcake filled with lemon curd, so we decided to go with something like that. All in all, the recipe was rather simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pucker Up Cupcakes&lt;/b&gt; (Triple Lemon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 box lemon cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 recipe &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/lemon-curd-recipe/index.html"&gt;Alton Brown's Lemon curd&lt;/a&gt;, made ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;1 recipe lemon buttercream (recipe follows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix cake mix according to box directions. Line mini muffin pans with mini cupcake wrappers. Fill each 2/3 of the way full with batter. Bake at 350°F for 11 minutes or until done. Repeat with remaining batter. Remove from pans and cool on wire cooling rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cupcakes are completely cool, prepare pastry bag with filler tip (I used bismarck filler, #230, but a #8 would work too). Fill with lemon curd. Pipe into cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make buttercream:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;6 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine butter, water and lemon juice. Add powdered sugar, 1 cup at a time, until desired consistency. Add a few drops yellow food coloring, if desired. Spread or pipe onto filled cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S795MLskmlI/AAAAAAAAAwI/squywofwEPg/s1600/DSCN2932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S795MLskmlI/AAAAAAAAAwI/squywofwEPg/s320/DSCN2932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458214523601459794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I took some to the band hall, since there were PLENTY. The passion fruit were enjoyed, as was expected, but the lemon ones were praised quite highly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4371823794463965695?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4371823794463965695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4371823794463965695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4371823794463965695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4371823794463965695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/04/cupcakes.html' title='cupcakes!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S792HRuV2NI/AAAAAAAAAwA/H0Pdt6jUdeU/s72-c/DSCN2938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6364318607975713743</id><published>2010-04-06T21:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:08:13.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons?</title><content type='html'>Reasons I should marry Zander, according to Julie (with a bit of me thrown in for good measure):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) He has blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) He's tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) He's half-Armenian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) He plays the trumpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) He has curly hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) He makes movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) He's intelligent. (35 on the ACT? Sheesh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) He's pretty much my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) He has really long fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I've written to him every week of his mission so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly Julie. Though, I couldn't really complain. Just look at him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs234.snc1/8117_1209001497971_1016713663_671685_548403_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6364318607975713743?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6364318607975713743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6364318607975713743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6364318607975713743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6364318607975713743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/04/reasons.html' title='reasons?'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6325946426151311007</id><published>2010-03-27T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:09:24.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Reasons Why Geeks Make the Best Catch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;It’s not generally realized that geeks (male and female) are the best catches. Americans focus on the glamour of the good-looking, the male jock and the statuesque female, and tend to make fun of second banana characters like Urkel. Yet, geeks (a.k.a. nerds, etc.) provide the opportunity to have much longer, more stable, and happy relationships. Here are the top ten reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Geeks don't cheat.&lt;/strong&gt; Geeks know that the grass only &lt;u&gt;seems&lt;/u&gt; greener on the other side. They instinctively stay devotedly loyal to their lovers through thick and thin. Their social skills are also not well developed enough to support an affair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Geeks appreciate their mates.&lt;/strong&gt; Since you are likely to be one of the first persons a geek has ever had a significant relationship with, you will be treated well. A geek knows that there aren’t a whole lot of other possibilities. Frankly, geeks aren't quite sure how they ended up with the person they have attracted. When you date a geek, you know that geek will be yours for as long as you wish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Geeks haven't formed bad relationship habits.&lt;/strong&gt; After years of dating other people, the socially successful have become too confident to be intimate, think of partners as being only for their self-gratification, and focus on making themselves happy. None of this is true of a geek. The lack of past romantic partners allows the geek to approach lovers with the zest of a neophyte. Geeks are not full of romantic confidence. However, once encouraged, they are eager to please and enjoy their relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Geeks are good at the things they try.&lt;/strong&gt; Every geek has skills passionately developed over a long period of time. It could be role playing, chess, hacking, playing video games, or the ability to properly assemble a computer. So you know that geeks won't quit until they have learned how to make their relationship the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Geeks are not interested in status.&lt;/strong&gt; Geeks became geeks because they chose to spend their time doing things that would not necessarily make them popular with everyone else in school, like sports and fashion. The ability to resist peer pressure is important to geeks. This means that a geek is more interested in your happiness than in looking good to others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Geeks have imagination.&lt;/strong&gt; Boredom is important to avoid to the game playing geek. A geek will seek new and creative ways to play, and this translates to relationships as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Geeks are happy and successful in their chosen field.&lt;/strong&gt; No matter what their education level, geeks are able to make good incomes doing work that they enjoy. That eliminates one of the most frequent causes of relationship problems, since people who don’t like their jobs may take it out on their significant other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Geeks are analytical.&lt;/strong&gt; If they don’t get it right the first time, they look at what they did and figure out what to change. And when they DO get it right, they still keep finding ways to improve on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Geeks can concentrate.&lt;/strong&gt; Geeks can focus their energy on one task with total intensity. Granted, the task they are focusing on may have more to do with writing new software for their Blackberry, but the fact remains that a geek, once set upon a task, tirelessly sets about to achieving a goal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;All of which means that…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Geeks want to be the best at what they do.&lt;/strong&gt; So they try harder. And they never stop trying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6325946426151311007?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6325946426151311007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6325946426151311007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6325946426151311007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6325946426151311007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/03/found.html' title='found.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-998126591964797762</id><published>2010-03-17T10:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:31:27.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break adventures, part 1</title><content type='html'>Here I am, halfway through spring break 2010 and I've already had a plethora of adventures!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-taught nursery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-made lemon bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ate pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went to the emergency room, did not have appendicitis, discovered I had a ruptured ovarian cyst, broke out in hives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-slept in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went to Arby's, ate food and chatted with Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jarrett's senior recital, including profiteroles and mochi ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-wild crazy cart ride of doom! (after Ben put the fake trees back in the choir room, had to put the cart away, so we rode around the Browning Center on it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-more playing with Julie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-movie night at Bryson's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-played with the baby! (Bryson's nephew Jaden)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went to the mall- today! found buttons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-played with baby more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-made sugar cookie dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-about halfway done cleaning my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-going to make sugar cookies with wasabi icing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope there are just as many, if not more adventures the rest of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-998126591964797762?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/998126591964797762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=998126591964797762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/998126591964797762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/998126591964797762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-adventures-part-1.html' title='Spring Break adventures, part 1'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4379999074833254655</id><published>2010-03-11T22:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:12:15.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more band hall</title><content type='html'>"Why does muffin-stomping sound like the way a gay gang would kill you?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Want to raise communists? Homeschool your children!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben (quoting Dr. Wang): "Yeah, Dr. Keipp's good. But he's a white guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Andrew looking through a gun catalog: "Your right to own guns makes me feel unsafe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew, handing his gun catalog to Ellen after she had complained about boys: "You might find some nice things in here..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4379999074833254655?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4379999074833254655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4379999074833254655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4379999074833254655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4379999074833254655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-band-hall.html' title='more band hall'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4004278334961720891</id><published>2010-03-06T21:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:27:53.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few loves</title><content type='html'>A few things I love:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Music. I went to the jazz ensemble concert at WSU today and realized after doing nothing but listen for an hour and a half, I was far less stressed than I had been. Also, playing music. Symphonic band is one of few things keeping me sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Driving. It sounds weird, but after all the driving I did today (to and from Bountiful twice, to and from Ogden once) I realized it's so nice to be able to pick up your keys and just go somewhere, not having to depend on a bus schedule, or your energy levels, or the weather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Reading. I've always loved reading, but I've discovered lately, I LOVE reading. Not just books, either: I love reading the newspaper, blogs, manga, and perhaps most important, I adore reading board books to my nursery kids :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Purple. Purple is a royal color; traditionally worn by kings and queens. It's always been my favorite; it's vivid, passionate, and unique. I love that it's my school color (I proudly bleed purple), and I greatly enjoy having a bold purple streak of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Mostly a braindump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5732574951773761290-4004278334961720891?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4004278334961720891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4004278334961720891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4004278334961720891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4004278334961720891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-loves.html' title='a few loves'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1504774012017192486</id><published>2010-02-20T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:42:57.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm, food.</title><content type='html'>Dad took me to Tucano's for my birthday lunch today. Basically, all my favorite foods in one meal:&lt;div&gt;-sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mashed potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-chicken hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-grilled pineapple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-passion fruit smoothie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thoroughly surprised the waiter by eating a dozen chicken hearts each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1504774012017192486?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1504774012017192486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1504774012017192486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1504774012017192486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1504774012017192486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmm-food.html' title='mmm, food.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8947071995593404527</id><published>2010-02-17T21:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:40:43.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling really down for over a month now. I don't really know why. A few thoughts:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one hand, I'm super happy because my brothers (Bryson included) have all been so happy lately; going on dates with cute girls, etc., and I'm feeling a little smug at how well my matchmaking efforts have gone. On the other hand, it makes me feel sad and rather lonely- I'm not "officially" dating anyone, I've been boyfriend-free for over six months, and I don't want to push Matt into something neither of us are ready for, even if he's the only guy I've gone on an actual date with this entire school year (excluding Zander.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work causes unnecessary levels of stress; pushy customers, far-from-normal coworkers, sometimes too much work, sometimes not enough, and I really think I deserve a pay raise but I'm way too nervous to actually ask for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is going surprisingly well, but I wish I could've taken more classes; I feel kinda... bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my health hasn't been very good. I've been sick a lot. I think I'm sick now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh. Life, please get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8947071995593404527?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8947071995593404527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8947071995593404527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8947071995593404527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8947071995593404527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/02/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-554451914508632223</id><published>2010-02-10T21:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:27:01.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesy commercial holidays?</title><content type='html'>also known as, St. Valentine's day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to not have a problem with the holiday. I'd go to school, we'd have our class valentine exchange, free candy, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even enjoyed the holiday a few years ago, when Mike and I were dating. After that, however, I just haven't really enjoyed it. The year after, I wasn't dating anyone and felt slightly bitter. The year after that, last year, was... no good. D bought me a ticket to Lover's Feast, since he was in it. However, we had a fight a day or two before the holiday and were still kinda mad; I went to the stupid choir thing anyway, found out for myself that Moonlight Serenade is about a thousand times more awesome, and grew to appreciate Chris P. D, however, was apparently still really mad, and snuggled with other girl(s) that very night. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year... I dunno. I don't have a boyfriend (I have an "it's complicated"), work is crazy-busy... I don't really have any reason to look forward to it. Jason and Chris are (hopefully) taking lady-friends to the Institute Valentines dance, but I don't have any reason to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-554451914508632223?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/554451914508632223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=554451914508632223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/554451914508632223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/554451914508632223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheesy-commercial-holidays.html' title='cheesy commercial holidays?'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6219537043122573464</id><published>2010-01-17T21:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:26:04.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures!</title><content type='html'>This is a slightly scandalous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started a little before 5 PM today, when Julie called and asked if I wanted to come make curry. I said it sounds fun, but I live in Kaysville. She then decided to come pick me up, so that we could make curry with Ryan, Sam and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a long process of guiding Ryan and Julie to my house, they picked me up and we headed for Ogden, talking on various subjects along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went into the designated curry-kitchen, set everything up, and made the absolute best curry I've ever eaten, laughing, talking, and being awesome throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked some more, did the dishes, went on a mini-adventure, then Julie took me home, talking more along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRIG5q0pI/AAAAAAAAAus/lFJ_RYa6DXA/s1600-h/DSCN2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRIG5q0pI/AAAAAAAAAus/lFJ_RYa6DXA/s320/DSCN2681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428193388109943442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRXj12XWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Tu3K27-ujl8/s1600-h/DSCN2688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRXj12XWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Tu3K27-ujl8/s320/DSCN2688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428193653576588642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRmHyN4kI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sKWcnCK34OM/s1600-h/DSCN2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRmHyN4kI/AAAAAAAAAu8/sKWcnCK34OM/s320/DSCN2695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428193903743197762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRzTOyc6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/oaRYEQc77dk/s1600-h/DSCN2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRzTOyc6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/oaRYEQc77dk/s320/DSCN2699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428194130154124194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6219537043122573464?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6219537043122573464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6219537043122573464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6219537043122573464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6219537043122573464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures.html' title='Adventures!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S1TRIG5q0pI/AAAAAAAAAus/lFJ_RYa6DXA/s72-c/DSCN2681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4840025557458040418</id><published>2010-01-05T15:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:18:39.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, same band hall.</title><content type='html'>Overheard over the first two days of spring semester, 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer synthetics." &lt;br /&gt;"Naturally!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: "I am so bad with names!"&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Keipp: (passing by) "Me too, Bruce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eye twitch* "Beard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The British Empire was never ruled by an emperor!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4840025557458040418?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4840025557458040418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4840025557458040418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4840025557458040418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4840025557458040418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-same-band-hall.html' title='New year, same band hall.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1629390773088834117</id><published>2009-12-28T20:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:19:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: a reflection</title><content type='html'>Some highs and lows of the past year, sorted by month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January:&lt;br /&gt;Got called to the absolute best calling in the church, AKA teaching nursery.&lt;br /&gt;Started working 4 days a week at Bowman's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;Turned 19.&lt;br /&gt;The worst Valentine's day pretty much ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;A completely pointless Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;Band concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:&lt;br /&gt;Band/choir concerts. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;D and I broke up. Totally not awesome, but better for me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May:&lt;br /&gt;Worked just about every day, due to LeAnna being on maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Rico, essentially the awesomest family vacation ever.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's farewell. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:&lt;br /&gt;Good idea: meeting handsome, recently-returned new deli employee Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea: meeting him a day AFTER starting a sad, laughable "relationship" with a friend from high school.&lt;br /&gt;Also, went with Mik to the airport to welcome Nathan home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;Broke up with aforementioned friend from high school.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's farewell. I miss him too.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's homecoming. No reason to miss him now.&lt;br /&gt;Fall semester started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September:&lt;br /&gt;Discovered hanging out in the band hall is the best.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Frooties. Started my now-famous chain.&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends (Julie, Linda, Sam, Ben, Marie...) and got to know old friends a whole lot better (Matt, Jarrett...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;br /&gt;The Frooties chain project exploded. Entire band hall participates at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Finally realized what I thought was my type really wasn't the sort of guy I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-fun photoshoot with Bryson and Mik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;Discovery, denial, acceptance process.&lt;br /&gt;Band concert.&lt;br /&gt;First date with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's farewell. I miss him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;Finals.&lt;br /&gt;Passed my classes.&lt;br /&gt;Lots more dates with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened at undetermined points over the year:&lt;br /&gt;I became comfortable being myself.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered wearing makeup can be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Was blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Decided I don't need a boy in my life to make me happy, but discovered I'm a lot happier with one in my life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the year was mostly down. Actually, most of the year was down. However, fall semester... I wouldn't trade times like that for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1629390773088834117?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1629390773088834117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1629390773088834117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1629390773088834117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1629390773088834117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-reflection.html' title='2009: a reflection'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8429902431129037596</id><published>2009-12-24T19:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:55:14.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Christmas Eve, and I've already received two completely fabulous gifts. So fabulous, we'll have to see if anything my family got me can top them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with gift #2: the twins in my nursery class brought me a plate of gingerbread men today. It definitely made me feel loved, and made me reflect on the past year: teaching nursery was the best part, the part that held me together through the more difficult passages. When D and I broke up, those adorable 2-year-olds reminded me that I was still needed and loved. I'll miss the 3-year-olds, but I know they'll be great Sunbeams and someday, Relief Society/Elder's Quorum presidents or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift #1 was sillier, but just as meaningful: Matt gave me a bag of Frooties. I am so grateful for the opportunity I had this semester to forge new friendships and strengthen old ones. I hope they'll continue, not only next semester, but on through life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8429902431129037596?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8429902431129037596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8429902431129037596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8429902431129037596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8429902431129037596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2752069473742903609</id><published>2009-12-13T15:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:07:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a challenge.</title><content type='html'>I decided to see if I could come up with a list: 20 things I love. No explanations needed, and in no particular order, just little things I love in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing the euphonium.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nursery kids.&lt;br /&gt;3. Boys with blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4. having short hair.&lt;br /&gt;5. Swing dancing.&lt;br /&gt;6. baking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;7. My own brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;9. cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;10. Family.&lt;br /&gt;11. Science fiction.&lt;br /&gt;12. A good book.&lt;br /&gt;13. Music.&lt;br /&gt;14. the band hall.&lt;br /&gt;15. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;16. Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;17. Silly coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;18. Physics.&lt;br /&gt;19. discovering new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;20. Puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2752069473742903609?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2752069473742903609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2752069473742903609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2752069473742903609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2752069473742903609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/12/challenge.html' title='a challenge.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5224334819608834645</id><published>2009-12-12T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:04:51.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing leads to something entirely different.</title><content type='html'>Dad is watching some collection of old TV shows, specifically the Christmas specials. The one he is currently on purports to be the Scarlet Pimpernel. My main beef with it is that Percy (Sir Percival Blakeney, Bart.) isn't married! Marguerite isn't even in the credits on IMDB! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this led me to a strange but true thought... it's an ominous sign for a relationship when you enjoy watching your (then) boyfriend's head get chopped off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5224334819608834645?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5224334819608834645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5224334819608834645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5224334819608834645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5224334819608834645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-thing-leads-to-something-entirely.html' title='one thing leads to something entirely different.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5478160305569157089</id><published>2009-12-04T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:14:28.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another Rootism</title><content type='html'>Dr. Root, talking about Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other day I was clicking around, and a picture of a BEAUTIFUL lady popped up, saying she wanted to be my friend. I guess I didn't want to click on that one..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5478160305569157089?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5478160305569157089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5478160305569157089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5478160305569157089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5478160305569157089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-rootism.html' title='another Rootism'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-3671594550485946026</id><published>2009-11-26T17:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:36:30.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>recent recipes.</title><content type='html'>I've been a bit of a mad scientist today, and by scientist I mean pastry chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First recipe: Passionfruit cupcakes (with white chocolate cream cheese icing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sw8h-QCPIDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-azy-_85o9Y/s1600/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sw8h-QCPIDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-azy-_85o9Y/s320/DSCN2396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408579030835208242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest for a recipe like this started when Mom and I were watching a Food Network competition, and one cake was a passionfruit-white chocolate flavor. We thought this sounded delicious and I set out to find a recipe. I eventually found &lt;a href="http://www.sacatomato.com/2007/01/passionfruitcoconut_cupcakes.html"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; and, with some modifications, came up with this. It made 12 full-size and 36 mini cupcakes, so be warned- it does make a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs, separated&lt;br /&gt;1 cup passionfruit pulp&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line two 12-cup muffin tins with paper liners. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.  &lt;p&gt;Sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Pour the pulp and vanilla into a measuring cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a mixer, beat the egg whites until stiff but not dry. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beat the butter until soft and smooth. Add the sugar and beat until light and smooth. Add the egg yolks, 1 at a time, beating after each addition. Stop the mixer and scrape down the sides of the bowl several times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With the mixer on low speed, alternately add the flour mixture and juice, beginning and ending with the flour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stir about 1/3 of the egg whites into the batter to lighten it, then fold in the remaining whites. Divide the batter evenly between the cupcake liners (they will be almost full). Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until the tops are golden and springy and a toothpick inserted in the center of one comes out clean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cool in the pans for 10 minutes, then remove the cupcakes to a wire rack to finish cooling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, make icing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="recipeText1"&gt;6 ounces white chocolate, melted and cooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="recipeText1"&gt;1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese, at room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="recipeText1"&gt;4 tablespoons (1⁄2 stick) butter, at room temperature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="recipeText1"&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="recipeText1"&gt;3 cups confectioners' sugar, sifted &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="recipeText1"&gt; Place the cream cheese and butter in a large mixing bowl. Beat with an electric mixer on low speed until well combined, 30 seconds. Stop the machine. Add the melted white chocolate and blend on low speed until just combined, 30 seconds. Add the vanilla and 2 1⁄2 cups of the confectioners' sugar, and blend on low speed until the sugar is incorporated, 30 seconds more. Add more sugar as needed to make the frosting spreadable. Increase the mixer speed to medium and beat until the frosting is fluffy, 1 minute more.&lt;/span&gt; Spread (or pipe, as I did) on cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some of the remainder to the band hall to share, and they rather quickly vanished. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next experiment: Caramel-chocolate tartlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sw8lSTRdsTI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pC31p7tJl3E/s1600/DSCN2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sw8lSTRdsTI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pC31p7tJl3E/s320/DSCN2431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408582673836650802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I got from a Family Circle recipe, and with some modifications again, came up with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crust:&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter or stick margarine, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp almond extract&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat sugar, butter, vanilla, almond extract and egg with mixer. Add remaining ingredients. Cover and refrigerate for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 375°. Spray mini-muffin pans with cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;Roll dough about 1/4 inch thick on a lightly floured surface. Cut dough into circles. Carefully fit circles into prepared pans.Gently prick with a small fork.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 9 minutes until lightly browned. Remove from pan to cooling rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;3 oz. semi-sweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt together. (I used a makeshift double boiler, but you can use the microwave.)&lt;br /&gt;Spoon a small amount into the bottom of each cooled cookie cup. Reserve the remainder for drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramel:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs salted butter&lt;br /&gt;pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine sugar and water in a saucepan. Cook over medium heat for about 6-8 minutes until caramel-colored. Remove from heat and add cream, butter and salt. Return to heat and cook for about 10 minutes until sugar is dissolved. Cool in refrigerator (or on a snowy back porch) for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, whip together:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;until stiff peaks form. Fold in the cooled caramel and place in piping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipe caramel-cream into cookie cups. Re-melt remaining chocolate and drizzle on top. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-3671594550485946026?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/3671594550485946026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=3671594550485946026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3671594550485946026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3671594550485946026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/recent-recipes.html' title='recent recipes.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sw8h-QCPIDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-azy-_85o9Y/s72-c/DSCN2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8458549894199163677</id><published>2009-11-22T19:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:42:59.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend. :)</title><content type='html'>Four fabulous things that happened to me this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ice cream with Matt at 11 PM on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Ten hours of the Beatles Rock Band, pizza and old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Nursery... 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8458549894199163677?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8458549894199163677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8458549894199163677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8458549894199163677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8458549894199163677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend. :)'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1561029049913996615</id><published>2009-11-20T13:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:11:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more band hall oddities...</title><content type='html'>Heard in the band hall recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(said in a completely nonchalant tone) "Oh, someone's mating fish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. Just got a text. Have to go change my pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who would steal a piece of ceiling pie???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1561029049913996615?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1561029049913996615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1561029049913996615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1561029049913996615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1561029049913996615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-band-hall-oddities.html' title='more band hall oddities...'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4861031055150416606</id><published>2009-11-13T13:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:48:40.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>measuring.</title><content type='html'>This post requires a backstory at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being me, I purchased some of those giant bags of Frooties (the fruit-flavored Tootsie rolls) back when Bowman's had them. I ate some and started to make a chain out of the wrappers. However, being me, I can't possibly eat all that candy myself. So, I took some candy in a ziploc bag to school with me and started to share, I think originally with Matt. Now, nearly everyone in the band hall is more than happy to "help" me with the wrapper chain, which does require eating the candy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I was working on the chain again. It's pretty long now, Jarrett thinks I should make it long enough to circumnavigate the Earth. Anyway, I decided to see how long it was. I told Matt to hold one end and slowly walked away, straightening it out. We then laid it on the floor. Matt then decided to see how long it was compared to him. He got one, told Linda to mark the spot, got another, told Julie to mark the spot, and then the remainder came up about three-quarters of his body. We decided it was 2 3/4 Matts long. (Doing some quick calculations, I determined that 2 3/4 Matts is equivalent to 15.58 feet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we now measure things in Matts. Tall or long things, anyway. Ben asked me on the bus home how many Matts long I was planning to make the chain.&lt;br /&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/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sv3F7eO9oII/AAAAAAAAAt8/aCpFYIQxxjU/s1600-h/DSCN2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sv3F7eO9oII/AAAAAAAAAt8/aCpFYIQxxjU/s320/DSCN2324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403692753433239682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At Matt 2.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5732574951773761290-4861031055150416606?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4861031055150416606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4861031055150416606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4861031055150416606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4861031055150416606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/measuring.html' title='measuring.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/Sv3F7eO9oII/AAAAAAAAAt8/aCpFYIQxxjU/s72-c/DSCN2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4588167725576295679</id><published>2009-11-12T19:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:21:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While this rant was inspired by a cake order, it actually doesn't have anything to do with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  This rant may not have a point and is entirely my opinion. Don't like it, don't read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do so many girls nowadays think high-school graduation and marriage go hand-in-hand? Speaking as a single, college-aged female with no intentions of marriage any time soon,  marriage really shouldn't be the next step after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, being in Utah, the standard does seem to be such. Girls should get married as young as possible and start raising a family, the opinion is. A major problem with this theory is that the general public also says, don't date until you're 16. So, if girls wait until they're 16 to date and then get married right out of high school, that gives them 2 1/2 years maximum in the dating field. I can say from experience that 2 1/2 years is nowhere near enough time to find your "type"; the sort of guy you'd like to spend the rest of eternity with, even the sort of guy you can have a civil conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 young marriage is a bad idea: Young marriages have a significantly higher divorces rate. Probably because girls who get married at 18 really don't know what kind of guy they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I can think of at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4588167725576295679?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4588167725576295679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4588167725576295679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4588167725576295679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4588167725576295679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant.html' title='a rant.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5633424114695633382</id><published>2009-11-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:10:08.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>also.</title><content type='html'>Heard in the band hall yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop putting staples up my pants!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5633424114695633382?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5633424114695633382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5633424114695633382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5633424114695633382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5633424114695633382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/also.html' title='also.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8047271804555772480</id><published>2009-11-06T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:09:22.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;A forwarded e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things a Sweet Guy Would Do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;1. Know how to make you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;smile when you are down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;2. Try to secretly smell your hair BUT you always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;3. Stick up for you but still be respectful of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;independence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;4. Give you the remote control during the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;5. Come up behind you, put his arms around you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;squeeze you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;tightly against his chest, and whisper softly into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;your ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;6. Play with your hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;7. His hands will always find yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;8. Be cute when he really wants something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;9. Offer you plenty of massages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;10. Dance with you even if he feels like a dork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;11. Never run out of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;12. Be funny, but knows when to be serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;13. Realize he's being funny when he needs to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;14. Be patient when you take forever to get ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;15. React so cutely when you hit him and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;actually hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;16. Smile alot. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;17. Plan a romantic date full of cheesy t hings he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;wouldn't normally do just b/c he k nows it means alot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;18. Appreciate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;19. Help others out.=2 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;20. Drive 5 hours just to see you for 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;21. Always give you a peck on the cheek when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;depart from each other's company- even when friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;are watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8047271804555772480?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8047271804555772480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8047271804555772480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8047271804555772480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8047271804555772480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/11/awww.html' title='awww...'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-683665262832280873</id><published>2009-10-25T18:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:41:09.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://jhische.com/dailydropcap/T-1-cap.png" title="Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische" alt="T" align="left" /&gt;eagan is my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessiree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the drop cap was pretty. And I wanted to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dailydropcap.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-683665262832280873?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/683665262832280873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=683665262832280873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/683665262832280873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/683665262832280873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty.html' title='pretty.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-339170437888475787</id><published>2009-10-10T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:44:43.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's sad.</title><content type='html'>My prayers are with the American Fork band and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad when it's times like these that remind me to thank my Heavenly Father just how truly blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed that all my memories of band trips and long bus rides are good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed that the worst bus driver we had was the one who OD'd and tried to ride home in the cargo bay.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed that I've never been in a serious accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not agree with them winning every competition, but they are a good band, with reasonably friendly students. This shouldn't happen to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-339170437888475787?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/339170437888475787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=339170437888475787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/339170437888475787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/339170437888475787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-sad.html' title='it&apos;s sad.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6942158255907657742</id><published>2009-10-01T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:09:25.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>umm...</title><content type='html'>Dr Root: I don't want to meet you in the middle, I want you to meet me in the middle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6942158255907657742?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6942158255907657742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6942158255907657742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6942158255907657742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6942158255907657742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/10/umm.html' title='umm...'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-7627660301891323445</id><published>2009-09-12T12:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:52:35.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a pet peeve.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work I was reminded of a personal pet peeve: people who call me "hon" or "sweetie". My thoughts towards people who do this:&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'm not three years old.&lt;br /&gt;Second, we're not dating.&lt;br /&gt;Third, I don't even know you. Why do you think I'm "sweet"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-7627660301891323445?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/7627660301891323445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=7627660301891323445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7627660301891323445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/7627660301891323445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-peeve.html' title='a pet peeve.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-3421654854346935498</id><published>2009-09-01T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:05:36.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, the band hall.</title><content type='html'>Heard in the band hall today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard: "Becky Stout!"&lt;br /&gt;Becky: "IT DOESN'T FIT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-3421654854346935498?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/3421654854346935498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=3421654854346935498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3421654854346935498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/3421654854346935498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-band-hall.html' title='ah, the band hall.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1584303700078253195</id><published>2009-08-28T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:11:17.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I need a cape!</title><content type='html'>Apparently I saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at work today, working on Saturday orders as usual. We get a phone call around 5:30. I pick up, answer with the typical "Bowman's Bakery" and the customer asks if there's a cake decorator there. I say yes, she asks if it's me, I say yes again. She tells me her story: she ordered a cake from another store way ahead of time, gave very specific, but followable, instructions (which included pictures) to the decorator, picked it up today, and while the background was good, the writing was all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She had wanted graffiti-type writing on the brick wall background. For it to be truly graffiti-style, she had wanted it airbrushed. The other store's decorator, however, had not airbrushed; they hadn't even piped. They had printed it onto an edible ink printer and sloppily cut it out. It was way too small, plopped straight on (not diagonally as the customer had wanted) and in the wrong colors. Frankly, it looked terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the phone call. She asked if she could bring it in so I could see if I'd be able to fix it. I said that'd be fine and gave her my name.&lt;br /&gt;She came by about a half-hour later, cake in hand. It looked terrible. She showed me the pictures of what she had wanted. It didn't look terribly difficult, albeit time-consuming. I told her I'd see what I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done, I called her to tell her it was done. She came in as soon as she could. I showed her the cake; she loved it, saying how I saved the day and all that. She asked if there was a manager that she could talk to; I told her Mark was there in the morning, she said she'd call and tell him how wonderful I was. She also said she would be coming to Bowman's for all her cakes from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1584303700078253195?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1584303700078253195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1584303700078253195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1584303700078253195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1584303700078253195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-i-need-cape.html' title='Now I need a cape!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-980605119213373980</id><published>2009-08-16T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:23:18.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A most splendiferous day.</title><content type='html'>Today has been simply marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had my very good friend Kyle's farewell. I got to chat with him for a couple minutes before the meeting, and then I got to hear his amazing talk on D&amp;amp;C Section 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I surprised my nursery kids by coming in halfway through class. Cindy and Lydia both immediately glomped me. I felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a refreshingly healthy lunch of apple slices and salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mikayla's not-so-secret special mission was a success! In her words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                "Well, I said 'I was talking to Teagy last night and she says that she really wants to hang out with you again.' and he said 'I would like that very much.'&lt;br /&gt;                  Then I got dragged off by sunbeams... so we said goodbye there.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful day indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-980605119213373980?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/980605119213373980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=980605119213373980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/980605119213373980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/980605119213373980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-splendiferous-day.html' title='A most splendiferous day.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8989025433285821084</id><published>2009-08-11T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:32:41.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>such is life.</title><content type='html'>I'm part of the loser's club again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8989025433285821084?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8989025433285821084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8989025433285821084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8989025433285821084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8989025433285821084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-is-life.html' title='such is life.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-4436420830526159715</id><published>2009-08-03T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:30:52.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weather!</title><content type='html'>It is TOO HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-4436420830526159715?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/4436420830526159715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=4436420830526159715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4436420830526159715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/4436420830526159715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/08/weather.html' title='weather!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2036191092494012890</id><published>2009-07-04T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:45:58.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhh yes!</title><content type='html'>Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCcEv0gFnpM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCcEv0gFnpM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigun the Movie!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2036191092494012890?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2036191092494012890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2036191092494012890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2036191092494012890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2036191092494012890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohhhhh-yes.html' title='Ohhhhh yes!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5305283532747312314</id><published>2009-06-30T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:42:05.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post!</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated my blog in four weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is!\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I made a sammich... it was delicious... took a Bowman's hard roll, split it open, spread some garlic butter on both halves, lightly toasted it, topped it with some hard salami and some pepperjack cheese, and toasted until the cheese was melted. It was, as I have said, delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5305283532747312314?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5305283532747312314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5305283532747312314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5305283532747312314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5305283532747312314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/06/post.html' title='Post!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5777126467499253967</id><published>2009-05-30T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:05:07.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>silly goose!</title><content type='html'>Emmettism: "You were Callie, but I said you were Teagan!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5777126467499253967?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5777126467499253967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5777126467499253967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5777126467499253967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5777126467499253967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-goose.html' title='silly goose!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-338830037255178523</id><published>2009-05-07T15:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:21:23.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>steak!</title><content type='html'>Today, I decided to make steak for lunch. At the grocery store, I selected a nicely marbled, half-pound New York steak. I wanted to marinade it à la &lt;a href="http://colejessbusby.blogspot.com/2008/10/teriyaki-marinated-steak-busby-style.html"&gt;Busby-style marinade&lt;/a&gt;, but didn't have all the ingredients. So I modified it as thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steak (marinade)for One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle of garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw the steak in, let it sit in the fridge for a half-hour, then tossed it on the George Foreman for just under three minutes (I like my steak rare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time I'll grind on some salt and pepper before grilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-338830037255178523?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/338830037255178523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=338830037255178523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/338830037255178523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/338830037255178523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/05/steak.html' title='steak!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1196895633367101608</id><published>2009-05-02T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:38:45.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>It's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1196895633367101608?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1196895633367101608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1196895633367101608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1196895633367101608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1196895633367101608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2949676616490232364</id><published>2009-03-21T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:36:22.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no. no it isn't.</title><content type='html'>Weirdest question ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work. Person comes up to me. Shows me coupon that I am so acquainted with seeing, the one that says "Good for 1 free dozen glazed donuts". &lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Is this coupon good for anything other than donuts?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "no....." (thinking: It says DONUTS...)&lt;br /&gt;Person: "So it's only good for donuts?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Only GLAZED donuts."&lt;br /&gt;Person walks off without selecting anything from the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Rootism from March 17th:&lt;br /&gt;"This is a restful piece, but you're playing it like a restful piece."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2949676616490232364?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2949676616490232364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2949676616490232364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2949676616490232364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2949676616490232364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-no-it-isnt.html' title='no. no it isn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8805710293281793659</id><published>2009-03-11T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:32:14.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmettism</title><content type='html'>Much like a Rootism, but from a three-year-old rather than a college band director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett and I were talking on the phone. He started talking about grapes.&lt;br /&gt;Emmett: I can buy green grapes at H-E-B!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Green grapes? Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;Emmett: You can buy green grapes at your H-E-B! You have a H-E-B too!&lt;br /&gt;Jessica (in the background): No Emmett, Teagy doesn't have an H-E-B. Teagy has a Bowman's.&lt;br /&gt;Emmett (giggling): Teagy, why do you have that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, me having a Bowman's rather than an H-E-B is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMWi7CLoZ2Q"&gt;cuteness overload.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8805710293281793659?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8805710293281793659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8805710293281793659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8805710293281793659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8805710293281793659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/03/emmettism.html' title='Emmettism'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8650290884589091546</id><published>2009-03-06T21:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:15:28.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oompa-loompas and other joys</title><content type='html'>Last night, Callie and I went to see "Willy Wonka" at Kaysville Junior. It was cute, as well-done as a junior high musical can be, and fun. And apart from giving me a dire need to watch Johnny Depp &amp; Freddie Highmore goodness, it inspired me to put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Favorite Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;The Count of Monte-Cristo&lt;br /&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;br /&gt;Howl's Moving Castle&lt;br /&gt;Dogs Don't Tell Jokes&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter &amp; the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket (this one may be cheating, since it's not a single book... but the whole series is just so amazing, I couldn't pick a favorite volume!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8650290884589091546?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8650290884589091546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8650290884589091546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8650290884589091546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8650290884589091546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/03/oompa-loompas-and-other-joys.html' title='oompa-loompas and other joys'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2067187558613905505</id><published>2009-02-24T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:05:25.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rootism</title><content type='html'>One today:&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, student conductor, was conducting her piece. She had a small bit of difficulty and asked Dr Root for help. He told the class:&lt;br /&gt;"This piece I've given Lisa to conduct is like giving a 15-year-old new driver a Lamborghini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was more to the statement, but i don't remember more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Rootisms:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=9107487538&amp;topic=3983&lt;br /&gt;http://schillclan.homelinux.net/Rootisms.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2067187558613905505?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2067187558613905505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2067187558613905505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2067187558613905505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2067187558613905505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/02/rootism.html' title='Rootism'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-298796239783260798</id><published>2009-02-23T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:32:57.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid quiz</title><content type='html'>HOW STUPID AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [ ] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [x] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;br /&gt;3. [x] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;br /&gt;4. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [x] Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [x] Had people tell you that you are blond when you're not/or had people tell you that your blond highlights are going to your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [x] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush him/herself &lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 10 min. then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;br /&gt;10. [x] Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [x] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;br /&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave &lt;br /&gt;15. [ ] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;br /&gt;17. [x] Have had the juice from a grape squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [x] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard &lt;br /&gt;19. [x] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [ ] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;br /&gt;21. [x] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [ ] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;23. [x] Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;24. [x] Have almost shot someone with a real gun while trying to shoot something else (staple gun counts, i think)&lt;br /&gt;25. [x] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [ ] It has taken you longer than 5 min. to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [x] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;br /&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [ ] Said o'clock after saying how many min. after the hour&lt;br /&gt;31. [ ] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;br /&gt;32. [x] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property &lt;br /&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc. on purpose even though you knew it was hot&lt;br /&gt;36. [x] Picked out your change of clothes, took off the ones you had on and then accidentally put the old clothes back on&lt;br /&gt;37. [x] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [x] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard &lt;br /&gt;39. [ ] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [ ] Wore two different earrings or shoes on accident&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [ ] Tried to take a picture of your/someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [ ] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;br /&gt;44. [ ] Walked out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there forgot what it was that you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it on accident when your drink was right next to it&lt;br /&gt;47. [x] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on (A couple years ago)&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;51. [ ] Have done enough stupid things to make a test&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;54. [x] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were&lt;br /&gt;56. [ ] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny&lt;br /&gt;60. [ ] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;61. [ ] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Didn't do the backside of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong&lt;br /&gt;67. [x] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it&lt;br /&gt;68. [x] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;br /&gt;69. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;br /&gt;70. [ ] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face &lt;br /&gt;71. [ ] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb&lt;br /&gt;72. [ ] Have sat on a bench with wet paint on it.&lt;br /&gt;73. [x] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid&lt;br /&gt;74. [x] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;br /&gt;75. [ ] Have purposely licked playground sand&lt;br /&gt;76. [ ] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band&lt;br /&gt;77. [ ] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;78. [x] Have been so hyper you actually scared people&lt;br /&gt;79. [x] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would pull your hairs out&lt;br /&gt;80. [ ] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;81. [ ] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again&lt;br /&gt;82. [x] Sat and wondered why men dress shirts have a loop on the back&lt;br /&gt;83. [x] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;84. [x] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;85. [x] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;br /&gt;86. [ ] Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked weird.&lt;br /&gt;87. [ ] When at a restaurant/cafeteria, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;88. [ ] Have flung forks at people in a restaurant/cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;89. [ ] Sucked on a cup and got a hickey from it&lt;br /&gt;90. [x] As you were writing, you moved your head back and forth with your pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;91. [x] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them&lt;br /&gt;92. [ ] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper &lt;br /&gt;93. [x] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours&lt;br /&gt;94. [x] Started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;br /&gt;95. [ ] When you saw a beware of dog sign, you told the owners to beware of the dogs not realizing they owned the dogs&lt;br /&gt;96. [x] You have spelled your own name wrong before&lt;br /&gt;97. [x] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;98. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in class&lt;br /&gt;99. [ ] Have popped a balloon in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 62/99. ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-298796239783260798?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/298796239783260798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=298796239783260798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/298796239783260798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/298796239783260798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-quiz.html' title='stupid quiz'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5862521783168747486</id><published>2009-02-14T23:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:38:53.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberries?</title><content type='html'>Recently at work, a customer came up to us in the bakery, visibly upset. She couldn't find the chocolate-covered strawberries that were featured in our weekly advertisement. I was like, "Um, we had plain strawberries mentioned in our ad..." and my coworker Jenna was like, "I think Dan's had chocolate-covered strawberries in their ad this week..." Customer at this point grows a sheepish look and says, "This isn't Dan's?" Those of us in Bowman's shirts: "No..." Customer: "Oh..." and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on a strawberry-related note, one of three favorite recipes involving strawberries:&lt;br /&gt;"Un Morceau du Ciel" (A Piece of Heaven)&lt;br /&gt;We made these a couple times in my French class. Soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;Pound cake&lt;br /&gt;Nutella (Chocolate-hazelnut spread. Found near peanut butter in most stores.)&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Slice pound cake. Slice strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Spread Nutella on two slices of pound cake. Place strawberries on one slice and top with other slice, Nutella-side-down.&lt;br /&gt;Place on heated griddle and cook like a grilled cheese sandwich, or use panini press.&lt;br /&gt;Top with powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Eat. Savor. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5862521783168747486?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5862521783168747486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5862521783168747486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5862521783168747486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5862521783168747486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/02/strawberries.html' title='strawberries?'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-117715989461861746</id><published>2009-01-09T21:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:32:18.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cause of frustration.</title><content type='html'>Do I still count as a teenager when I realize I take joy in frustrating teenagers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stories to accompany this observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Jan. 7.&lt;br /&gt;It was about 12:52. I was driving home from the bus stop after school. Suddenly a teenaged driver appeared behind me. Like, out of thin air. She wasn't there five seconds ago, and then she suddenly was. Anyway. We were at a stoplight. It was red. She was getting rather frustrated by this. Then it turned green. Crossed the street. I was behind a Bobcat (one of those big tractor things) and it was going about 25, because it's not safe for those to go faster than that. I was fine with this and merrily went along at 25. Teenaged driver behind me, however, was screaming and yelling, throwing up her hands (and a couple of rude gestures...) I knew she was late for class, as lunch ends at 12:54 and it was about 12:55. Bobcat driver sees there are three or four cars behind him and pulls to the side. I smiled and waved as I passed by, he smiled and waved back. The speed limit on this particular road is 30, and I'm a stickler for speed limits. This quite visibly frustrated teenaged driver behind me, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it as it's a windy road, one lane each direction, and cars tend to appear around corners so she couldn't (illegally) pass me safely. I think at this point she was turning red in the face from so much screaming. We got to the end of the road where it joins Main Street. We were both turning right. I was waiting for a break so I could turn right and then almost immediately left to go home. This took about 1 1/2 minutes. Immediately after me, ignoring the stop sign completely, she turned right and ZOOOOOMed off towards the high school. As it was about 1 by this point, I know she was quite late for class, no matter how much she sped now. Perhaps next time she goes home for lunch she'll leave earlier so she can get back in time. I wonder how the passenger felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Friday, Jan. 9th.&lt;br /&gt;At work today, I was decorating cakes, as that is my job. Teenagers kept appearing out of nowhere. My coworkers wondered why they kept coming in and went outside to look for some cause. Came back and reported: no bus, no parents driving off, nothing. They just appeared. Some of them bought donuts or sodas. But they stuck around, not doing anything. Alix was creeped out, apparently it reminded her of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087050/"&gt;Children of the Corn&lt;/a&gt;. At one point, a group of seven or eight teenagers, I'd say average age of about fourteen, came in. Like most of the rest of these mysterious teenagers, they were wearing backpacks. They stood around talking for about fifteen minutes. Then, three or four of them, I don't remember exactly how many, came up to me. "Do you have FREE cookies?" they asked with excitement. "For LITTLE kids," I said, taking the open box of kid-cookies out of their reach, "and YOU don't count as little. Sorry!" This clearly frustrated them, but since I was the one in a Bowman's shirt and the one with the cookies, they didn't dare argue with me. However, they did (loudly) complain about it for the next several minutes, glaring at me multiple times. There were about three males in this group and the rest females, though this has little to do with the story. One of the males had a small smoothie from Mayan Jamma Juice that everyone in the group was taking sips of. I suppose they wanted cookies to go with this smoothie. They migrated from produce to the brownies. Stood around the brownies for about half an hour, still chattering all at once. Then they migrated from brownies to magazines. Stood there twittering like birds on a wire for another half hour, then they disappeared. Jeannie distrusted them the entire time they were there though and kept a CLOSE eye on them. Apparently they neither "took" nor purchased anything, just stood around. Weird. But apparently they were still complaining about how I wouldn't give them cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take great delight in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end of stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/minirant&lt;br /&gt;Minirant time. Personally, I think if you're old enough to be at Bowman's by yourself (or with several friends), I'm within the limits of reason to assume you are well over the age of six, which is supposed to be the oldest age we give cookies to. I don't care if you can drive or not, if you're "too cool" to go to the grocery store with your parents, you're too old to need a free cookie.&lt;br /&gt;/end of minirant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was a pretty long post.&lt;br /&gt;/end of post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-117715989461861746?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/117715989461861746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=117715989461861746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/117715989461861746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/117715989461861746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-of-frustration.html' title='the cause of frustration.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5620674243705213636</id><published>2008-12-29T19:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:38:50.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>Pretty much hilarious for anyone familiar with Weber State:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/SVmJORjq4AI/AAAAAAAAAms/Au1nnno2ijI/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/SVmJORjq4AI/AAAAAAAAAms/Au1nnno2ijI/s320/noname.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285406516020174850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;originally found at &lt;a href="http://musiciansbynaturebandgeeksbychoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-it-isnt.html"&gt;Band Geeks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-5620674243705213636?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5620674243705213636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5620674243705213636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5620674243705213636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5620674243705213636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/SVmJORjq4AI/AAAAAAAAAms/Au1nnno2ijI/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1230498987352790088</id><published>2008-12-29T19:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:17:51.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was good... I got pretty much everything I wanted, like the Scarlet Pimpernel (book, DVD and soundtrack!) and some things I didn't ask for, like Harvest Moon for Wii. I feel loved and spoiled. :)&lt;br /&gt;Work is good. I didn't have to work Christmas Eve, which surprised me seeing as they were crazy busy and probably could've used my help. But my boss seems to be set on me doing nothing but decorating and decorating wasn't really necessary that day, just packaging and helping customers. Oh well, it means I got to spend Christmas Eve with my family.&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday before Christmas, Emmett called me. The first thing he told me is that he "was going to fly to Utah this morning, but Mommy said there are only five more days until Christmas!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1230498987352790088?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1230498987352790088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1230498987352790088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1230498987352790088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1230498987352790088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8332527463067633051</id><published>2008-12-29T19:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:23:56.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffs</title><content type='html'>Sites I generally check daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taquitos.net"&gt;Taquitos.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rerush.com"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weber.edu"&gt;Weber State&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, I changed the background of my blog :O It's much less... PINK! now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8332527463067633051?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8332527463067633051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8332527463067633051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8332527463067633051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8332527463067633051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuffs.html' title='stuffs'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-5239903681733639565</id><published>2008-12-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:18:27.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D :D</title><content type='html'>Japanese Fanta commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2hQGOOR5g0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/o2hQGOOR5g0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/5732574951773761290-5239903681733639565?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/5239903681733639565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=5239903681733639565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5239903681733639565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/5239903681733639565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-d.html' title=':D :D'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-1417183261067317404</id><published>2008-12-07T19:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:08:29.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the interweb.</title><content type='html'>I think the folks over at &lt;a href="http://www.taquitos.net"&gt;Taquitos.net&lt;/a&gt; just about sum up the Interweb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taquitos.net/snacks.php?page_code=134"&gt;linky link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do loves me some good Interweb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-1417183261067317404?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/1417183261067317404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=1417183261067317404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1417183261067317404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/1417183261067317404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/12/interweb.html' title='the interweb.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-2189652792590557939</id><published>2008-11-29T21:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:58:17.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telephones.</title><content type='html'>Telephone calls are great fun sometimes, particularly when they're with one's 3-year-old nephew living several states away.&lt;br /&gt;Emmett told me, several times, "Teagy, I miss you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-2189652792590557939?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/2189652792590557939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=2189652792590557939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2189652792590557939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/2189652792590557939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/11/telephones.html' title='telephones.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-6392506932220215369</id><published>2008-08-22T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:34:41.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the water incident.</title><content type='html'>So my family, plus the Smackley family, were eating at Golden Corral tonight. We all just got water to drink. At one point, the waiter brought our table a pitcher of water. Jason asked Chris to pass him the pitcher. Chris poured some for himself and set it down, away from Jason. Jason asked me to pass it to him. I poured some for myself, poured some for Laura, some for Mik, and some for Meagan before setting it down, away from Jason. At this point, the waiter came up, said "I can take that for you, get you some more" and took the pitcher. Jason's cup was still empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waiter signed his card as "Thank you, Jacob!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-6392506932220215369?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/6392506932220215369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=6392506932220215369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6392506932220215369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/6392506932220215369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/08/water-incident.html' title='the water incident.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732574951773761290.post-8045456008965744437</id><published>2008-07-11T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:31:59.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1`q23uy7h'/><title type='text'>the name game.</title><content type='html'>NO ERASING MESS UPS!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Spell Your Name:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teagan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spell it backwards:&lt;br /&gt;nagaet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spell it with your elbow:&lt;br /&gt;gvbedazgsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell it with your eyes shut:&lt;br /&gt;Teagan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spell it with your forehead:&lt;br /&gt;5643212huyjj&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your Nose:&lt;br /&gt;teagan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spell it with your chin:&lt;br /&gt;tgfsdzbvzx n&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOUR TOUNGUE:&lt;br /&gt;teagan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOUR TOES: &lt;br /&gt;t6eagtab n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732574951773761290-8045456008965744437?l=sarcasm397.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/feeds/8045456008965744437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732574951773761290&amp;postID=8045456008965744437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8045456008965744437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732574951773761290/posts/default/8045456008965744437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasm397.blogspot.com/2008/07/name-game.html' title='the name game.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827857863526270779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUPQgNkiNb4/S9kP_hbgSxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mGp10USUtGY/S220/25723_432852025048_659485048_5704639_7393902_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
