<?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-19646251</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:54:09.386-06:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Ada's Beautiful Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5557419728394691725</id><published>2012-01-30T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:43:21.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing the dfsjkdsfkljjdfs; out of photos until they don't look at  all what they started like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwR-9FVCDWM/Tyc4olmzbgI/AAAAAAAACGY/RQ-LeZ0-r-U/s1600/editphotolol.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/-XwR-9FVCDWM/Tyc4olmzbgI/AAAAAAAACGY/RQ-LeZ0-r-U/s320/editphotolol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589723028811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is my life. It's therapeutic. Making something into something else. I mean, really guys, what could be funner than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, oh man. Living the dream.&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5557419728394691725?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5557419728394691725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5557419728394691725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5557419728394691725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5557419728394691725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/editing-dfsjkdsfkljjdfs-out-of-photos.html' title='Editing the dfsjkdsfkljjdfs; out of photos until they don&apos;t look at  all what they started like.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwR-9FVCDWM/Tyc4olmzbgI/AAAAAAAACGY/RQ-LeZ0-r-U/s72-c/editphotolol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2754653973695766092</id><published>2012-01-29T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:41:35.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I noticed about Darwin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMAPBRENI0/TyYA627SKMI/AAAAAAAACGM/26Iaczyr4ew/s1600/tuuuurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMAPBRENI0/TyYA627SKMI/AAAAAAAACGM/26Iaczyr4ew/s320/tuuuurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703246989287893186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My turtle Darwin. He was being so social today. He loves the camera. This is a picture of Darwin angled right up his "Voldemort" looking nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ben if turtles could get depressed, all they do is sit in one spot. Eat. Drink. Walk. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben told me, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. But gosh, I do love the turtle. I feel like, he's an innocent baby that needs protecting. Like his shell isn't good enough. He also needs me. It's nice to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-2754653973695766092?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2754653973695766092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2754653973695766092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2754653973695766092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2754653973695766092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-noticed-about-darwin.html' title='What I noticed about Darwin.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMAPBRENI0/TyYA627SKMI/AAAAAAAACGM/26Iaczyr4ew/s72-c/tuuuurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-370044194781625174</id><published>2012-01-29T15:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:26:46.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emvqiwtkJyg/TyW7Nkzn4xI/AAAAAAAACGA/W2TEu7HkTJA/s1600/fingers.jpg"&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/-emvqiwtkJyg/TyW7Nkzn4xI/AAAAAAAACGA/W2TEu7HkTJA/s320/fingers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703170345027494674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're little, it's a pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;Middle School. You swear you won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;When in high school, you can pour your whole heart into someone. And there are no swears, no pinky promises, you just have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust &lt;/span&gt;they care about you enough to not let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you can let all your opinions, and memories, secrets, and life goals be carefully recited to a special person, and it makes you closer. It's funny how when they let you down, those secrets can just as easily tear you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a strong comfort level with people, but give it time, and distance, and the bond, kind of like worn string, starts to unravel, until it is just a thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like as careful as you can be, and as much thought as you put into a person. You can always be let down. But this is necessary. I know what it's like to be let down, and I know I would never want any of my friends to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting you taught me that..&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more careful. That these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-370044194781625174?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/370044194781625174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=370044194781625174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/370044194781625174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/370044194781625174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/trusting-you.html' title='Trusting you.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emvqiwtkJyg/TyW7Nkzn4xI/AAAAAAAACGA/W2TEu7HkTJA/s72-c/fingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1444942917535031344</id><published>2012-01-28T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:07:15.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss everyone, all my friends from my old school. So I'm making a goal, a goal to see them all more often. And you'd think after seeing them all today I'd be sad because I miss them. But I'm not, I'm excited. I'm excited for the next time I get to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just made a goal. It's gonna happen, I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-1444942917535031344?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1444942917535031344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1444942917535031344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1444942917535031344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1444942917535031344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-everyone.html' title='I miss everyone.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8448392917720079306</id><published>2012-01-28T16:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:56:59.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting glasses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjmiTb8MGIU/TyVrqNLHWZI/AAAAAAAACF0/8sb6DoXQcaA/s1600/mamamama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjmiTb8MGIU/TyVrqNLHWZI/AAAAAAAACF0/8sb6DoXQcaA/s320/mamamama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703082875969558930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just kidding about this picture..my mom's frames from back when she first had glasses. Mine look different. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXpDF2HVX_M/TyR2iZb5TqI/AAAAAAAACFo/2Whbpom5x_o/s1600/Photo1966.jpg"&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/-KXpDF2HVX_M/TyR2iZb5TqI/AAAAAAAACFo/2Whbpom5x_o/s320/Photo1966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702813361473408674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sitting in the waiting chair, about to get my eyes checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;I went to the eye doctor, and he informed me that I need a light prescription, for sitting in the back of classrooms, and driving at night.&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;I always imagined the day I'd be sitting, looking into a mirror, with hundreds of pairs of glasses around me. Even in my day dreams I could never pick a pair of glasses.&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;In real life, I sat there with hundreds of pairs of glasses to choose from. I asked the man, "How long do people usually take to choose glasses?" He turned the whole thing into a joke and I never got an answer.&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;In the end, I was ultimately fine with 8 pairs of glasses. Equally okay with all 8. A nightmare.&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;Just kidding. I picked a pair, and left. I like them a lot.&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/19646251-8448392917720079306?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8448392917720079306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8448392917720079306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8448392917720079306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8448392917720079306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-getting-glasses.html' title='I&apos;m getting glasses.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjmiTb8MGIU/TyVrqNLHWZI/AAAAAAAACF0/8sb6DoXQcaA/s72-c/mamamama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8858701696410541532</id><published>2012-01-22T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:01:10.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZdz9Si9Js/Txy_MVTEoPI/AAAAAAAACEg/TZYh2DL5ui4/s1600/397967_293127334070305_100001191231052_782206_93345330_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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZdz9Si9Js/Txy_MVTEoPI/AAAAAAAACEg/TZYh2DL5ui4/s320/397967_293127334070305_100001191231052_782206_93345330_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700641446940680434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Watching the Rugrats. This cow's name is "Aunt Moo" or something. Dang. If I had a cow, I would deff name it "Aunt Moo". Just saying.&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/19646251-8858701696410541532?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8858701696410541532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8858701696410541532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8858701696410541532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8858701696410541532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/got-me-thinking.html' title='Got me thinking.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZdz9Si9Js/Txy_MVTEoPI/AAAAAAAACEg/TZYh2DL5ui4/s72-c/397967_293127334070305_100001191231052_782206_93345330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6291977773442938080</id><published>2012-01-22T19:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:05:35.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pskVQ8g38I/Txy6_oI9XfI/AAAAAAAACEU/l-SxcGlxwGA/s1600/394835_293127447403627_100001191231052_782211_1881958521_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/-2pskVQ8g38I/Txy6_oI9XfI/AAAAAAAACEU/l-SxcGlxwGA/s320/394835_293127447403627_100001191231052_782211_1881958521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700636830613724658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  A. Name, and do you like your name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ada Beth Croft. And yes, I'm obsessed with it.)                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  B. Favourite band. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ain't gonna lie. It's Kid Cudi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  C. Why I like my best friend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Sense of humor. Being able to talk about everything.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  D. Ice Cream Flavor.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Chocolate with graham crackers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  E. My best friend.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (I have so many, but they all live in my hometown. I've got a solid 4.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  F. My favourite movie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Rise of the Planet of the Apes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  G. Crush?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Duh, I'm a teenager.)                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  H. Do I smoke/drink? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(No.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  I. Have any tattoos or piercings? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ears are pierced.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  J. What I want to be when I get older. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Pediatrician.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  K. Relationship with my parents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ahah, it's cool.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  L. One of my insecurities.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(My legs. I'm constantly bruising them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  M. Family important?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Yes. My baby siblings make me the happiest.)                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  N. Favourite place to shop at? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Forever 21.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  O. My eye colour. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  P. Why I hate school. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Way too long, we get out at 4:10.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  Q. Relationship status as of right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Forever Alone.)                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  R. Favourite song at the moment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Merry Happy, by Kate Nash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  S. A random fact about myself.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (I can eat forever and never gain a pound, high metabolism?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  T. Age I get mistaken for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(12, I'm actually 16.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  U. Where I want to be right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Carrollton, Texas. With my best friends.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  V. Last time I cried.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Recently, because teenagers have raging emotions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  W. Concerts I’ve been to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Forever the Sickest Kids, Boys Like Girls, All Time Low.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  X. What would you do if (…)?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (What..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="odd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  Y. Do you want to go to college. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Yes. Very badly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                  Z. How are you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (I'm not okay right now, I need to be more positive. But I feel like things will get better soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-6291977773442938080?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6291977773442938080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6291977773442938080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6291977773442938080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6291977773442938080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-guys.html' title='Hi guys.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pskVQ8g38I/Txy6_oI9XfI/AAAAAAAACEU/l-SxcGlxwGA/s72-c/394835_293127447403627_100001191231052_782211_1881958521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3957673959384150</id><published>2012-01-22T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:41:38.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKIlSsbAMPA/Txy6bzXBI4I/AAAAAAAACEI/TVNzbkWVSUE/s1600/398561_293127480736957_100001191231052_782213_1806357158_n.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/-lKIlSsbAMPA/Txy6bzXBI4I/AAAAAAAACEI/TVNzbkWVSUE/s320/398561_293127480736957_100001191231052_782213_1806357158_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700636215150191490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I made a balloon friend. I took nail polish off of my nails. I babysat. I re-painted my nails. I watched a movie. I deflated my balloon friend. I ate a twinkie..more than one. I babysat some more. I did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the dream.&lt;br /&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/19646251-3957673959384150?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3957673959384150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3957673959384150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3957673959384150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3957673959384150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKIlSsbAMPA/Txy6bzXBI4I/AAAAAAAACEI/TVNzbkWVSUE/s72-c/398561_293127480736957_100001191231052_782213_1806357158_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1492742658854912239</id><published>2012-01-20T20:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:25:46.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRjjR1jADQM/Txs1T98JgFI/AAAAAAAACD8/BrzZxvfnR5o/s1600/duckduckduck.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/-zRjjR1jADQM/Txs1T98JgFI/AAAAAAAACD8/BrzZxvfnR5o/s320/duckduckduck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700208370528125010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the walk back to school, I met two ducks that are someone's pet. They live in a dog house. I thought that was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our Peer Helper program that I'm in, I got placed at a nearby elementary school every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday during fourth period. I am assigned to three kids with different, "needs". And the day she straight up told everyone what our child's "needs" are..I was absent. So I have to figure it out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends came back on Tuesday and had notes they had taken that said stuff like, "divorced parents" or "ignored at home". I missed these notes on Tuesday. So when I saw my kids on Thursday, I was like, "Hi. Tell me a little about yourself?" And these kids totally aren't shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first girl I am assigned to: A second grade girl. She's so intelligent. Her whole family is from Iran. She reads at a seventh grade level. And tells me stories, and thoughts in complete sentences, and doesn't stray off topic.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She also proved Santa's existence with solid logic.&lt;/span&gt; She's a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me she has a hard time forgiving people. I wanna say, "me too, girl..me too." But instead I ask her why. She tells me that all her friends let her down, and it's hard to let them back into her trust circle, because she doesn't want to set herself up again. Second grade, guys. This girl is in second grade. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean, the stuff she talked about, is the stuff I think about all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk and sit on the swings. When she has to go in at the end of recess, she sticks out her hand and says, "Nice meeting you, Ada." and turns to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's like the cool little sister who thinks exactly like me, that I never had.&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/19646251-1492742658854912239?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1492742658854912239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1492742658854912239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1492742658854912239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1492742658854912239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/elementary-school.html' title='Elementary School.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRjjR1jADQM/Txs1T98JgFI/AAAAAAAACD8/BrzZxvfnR5o/s72-c/duckduckduck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6120721613799666336</id><published>2012-01-20T19:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:55:26.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek in the pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE6WjewaJxg/TxoYfzFuuSI/AAAAAAAACDw/XgGYn8fjVQ4/s1600/ffffffff.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/-qE6WjewaJxg/TxoYfzFuuSI/AAAAAAAACDw/XgGYn8fjVQ4/s320/ffffffff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699895212960037154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conceited photo number 3632469.&lt;br /&gt;HEY. It's my blog. Where else am I gonna be able to post these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it&lt;br /&gt;If you like the way I'm thinkin', baby, wink at it&lt;br /&gt;I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it&lt;br /&gt;Well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that I'm kissin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in&lt;br /&gt;But don't ever quit 'cause soon I'm gonna let you in, but see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby look at me go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From zero to hero&lt;br /&gt;You better take it from a geek like me&lt;br /&gt;I can save you from unoriginal dum-dums&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't care if you com...plete him or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've got a short attention span&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coke in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relax and understand&lt;br /&gt;My hip hop and flip-flops it don't stop with the light rock&lt;br /&gt;A shot to mock you kinda puts me in the tight spot&lt;br /&gt;The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha so I'm&lt;br /&gt;Developing a language and I'm callin' it my own&lt;br /&gt;So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;That on the other side the grass is greener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you might think about me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by without me if you want&lt;br /&gt;I could be the one to take you home&lt;br /&gt;Baby we could rock the night alone&lt;br /&gt;If we never get down it wouldn't be the let down&lt;br /&gt;But sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;br /&gt;I could be the one to turn you out/on&lt;br /&gt;We could be the talk across the town&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another&lt;br /&gt;You might regret what you let slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the geek in the pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm the geek in the pink, yo pink pink&lt;br /&gt;Geek is the color for fall, I'm the geek in the pink yeah&lt;br /&gt;So I'm the geek yo, in the pink yo.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, y'all geek is the new color for fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm the geek in the pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-6120721613799666336?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6120721613799666336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6120721613799666336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6120721613799666336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6120721613799666336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/geek-in-pink.html' title='Geek in the pink.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE6WjewaJxg/TxoYfzFuuSI/AAAAAAAACDw/XgGYn8fjVQ4/s72-c/ffffffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3610339229057598398</id><published>2012-01-20T19:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:42:54.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw4nhgTs9pk/TxoUQx3doGI/AAAAAAAACDk/mcF3_99L4Vg/s1600/Photo19145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw4nhgTs9pk/TxoUQx3doGI/AAAAAAAACDk/mcF3_99L4Vg/s320/Photo19145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699890556887212130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was dozing off into my textbook, and I wake up to see this picture. US History, WW2. This guy is handsome. It didn't actually click to me that guys from back in time, could actually look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I think of history, I think of 'old' 'wrinkles' 'mustache' and 'ew'. But can you blame me? All I do in history is look at George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Kim Jong Il.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But this guy. This guy right here. Is running in a lake, with a bunch of other guys, to his death, basically. And this is real. This actually happened. Not saying that other stuff didn't happen..but I mean, this is something I didn't realize before. The other stuff I already realized. But about all these people, people that look Y O U N G. Like this guy right here, looks like a high school, college guy. And he's running in a lake to fight. Photographic evidence. That this guy right here. This attractive guy, and all his brave friends..fought in WW2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It just never occurred to me before now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soldiers are very brave. Very very very brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know why this picture had such an effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-3610339229057598398?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3610339229057598398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3610339229057598398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3610339229057598398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3610339229057598398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-in-my-day.html' title='Back in my day.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw4nhgTs9pk/TxoUQx3doGI/AAAAAAAACDk/mcF3_99L4Vg/s72-c/Photo19145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2707133426769579151</id><published>2012-01-20T19:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:24:12.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain's thoughts right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad I could kick a tower of blocks, or a sandcastle, or a science project, and not feel bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Even babies.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid babies.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away, and live in a cave.&lt;br /&gt;People just let you down; so I'm gonna take a backpack, fill it with my  favorite things, and run away to live in a cave by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, a waterfall of tears that never stops. Like a sink that takes a plumber 30 hours to fix.&lt;br /&gt;Self pity. Self loathing.&lt;br /&gt;Complain. Complain. Complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a bruise on my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha, no. That's not my issue. I mean, I did get a nasty bruise today. But that's not it. I just get into a negative whirl of comments inside my brain. My brain can make ME cry. So I can make myself cry with silly negative teenage thoughts..I should probably stop that. But when I get in that mood. I'm in that mood. There is no stopping it. &lt;/span&gt;I'll just get in a fight at home, or a stupid thing at school, and woooooosh, off I go. I get stuck wishing things were different, and the whole time I'm wishing, I know that I'm being silly. I know that it could be worse. It can always be worse. But that never makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. ^^&lt;br /&gt;That was a negative comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-2707133426769579151?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2707133426769579151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2707133426769579151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2707133426769579151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2707133426769579151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-brains-thoughts-right-now.html' title='My brain&apos;s thoughts right now.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3473896133585703516</id><published>2012-01-18T18:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:26:08.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj10eebECmk/TxdgO-8mPzI/AAAAAAAACDY/Qiy0-pOn2z8/s1600/lololol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj10eebECmk/TxdgO-8mPzI/AAAAAAAACDY/Qiy0-pOn2z8/s320/lololol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699129663992250162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Forever 21 dress. I actually found one with sleeves, which is great..because it's winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I realize no one is listening. And I'm talking and really, no one listens. I have the voice that blends in to everyone else's voice. It isn't too low, or too high. It's just in the middle and I blend in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also make a lot of jokes, I never get serious at school. I mean, I do about school work. But overall I make jokes, and I can be serious to listen to people who have stories, or need advice. But sometimes I feel like when it gets quiet..people turn to me are look at me with expecting eyes like, "Say something, Ada." and sometimes my close friends are like, "Wow Ada, be quiet." Then I get quiet, because I'm always cool with that too. And they revert again, "Ada, talk!! It's boring when you don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make up your mind. I like being silly. That's always fun. I like listening, it's nice. But don't act like you are entitled to me being the entertainment. When I have a bad day, and all I want to do is cry, but I can't because I'm in the middle of Physics..I don't wanna hear, "Hurry up and feel better so you can tell us a funny story." I'd rather be left alone, or maybe comforted. Ya know, no big deal, just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone deserves to be listened to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when someone isn't being listened to, they speak and speak, and they try to be heard. But at some point..they give up. Look around, and make sure all your friends are doing okay. Ask them how they are, ask for a full life update, and make them feel appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &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/19646251-3473896133585703516?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3473896133585703516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3473896133585703516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3473896133585703516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3473896133585703516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/listen.html' title='Listen.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj10eebECmk/TxdgO-8mPzI/AAAAAAAACDY/Qiy0-pOn2z8/s72-c/lololol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6458841322274800344</id><published>2012-01-15T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:14:55.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgxHyJsajVw/TxOjpr3HOmI/AAAAAAAACDM/hV0dWtWpq8M/s1600/clouclou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgxHyJsajVw/TxOjpr3HOmI/AAAAAAAACDM/hV0dWtWpq8M/s320/clouclou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698077890097658466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took this of the clouds today. They look like scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so stupid. I make stupid mistakes, over things that don't matter. And then I feel sad over them for long periods of time. I also got a big infected burn thing on my nose. So everyone will be looking when I get back to school. My life is a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-6458841322274800344?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6458841322274800344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6458841322274800344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6458841322274800344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6458841322274800344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh no..'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgxHyJsajVw/TxOjpr3HOmI/AAAAAAAACDM/hV0dWtWpq8M/s72-c/clouclou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5549148597857918345</id><published>2012-01-13T22:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:42:23.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Dying Wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I meant to post this while I was actually in the process of dying a couple days ago. But I mean, I was dying so..I was too weak to make a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night, Wednesday, and Thursday, I had the flu. I was shaking, and hot, and cold at the same time. Aches, and no appetite. Headaches, my eyes also hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think the end of my life was nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I composed a short will in my head, and now that I am obviously not dead..I decided to write down my will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfmGqkbIJE/TxEGEJYQStI/AAAAAAAACDA/Iz8cI0EihHs/s1600/403623_287437554639283_100001191231052_768653_1025729098_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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfmGqkbIJE/TxEGEJYQStI/AAAAAAAACDA/Iz8cI0EihHs/s320/403623_287437554639283_100001191231052_768653_1025729098_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697341671907281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;These objects are to be distributed out after my passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be split up amongst my friends:&lt;br /&gt;My slanket, because a blanket with sleeves is a terrible thing to waste.&lt;br /&gt;My perfume samples, I felt so classy in a new way every day.&lt;br /&gt;My recipe to the worlds quickest sandwich when you're on the go, (2 bread slices, no filler).&lt;br /&gt;My green Keds, because I never did wear those..&lt;br /&gt;My stack of Teen Vogue magazines..which taught me that orange pumps and green skirts make you 'fierce' and boys will like you.&lt;br /&gt;My iPod, full of Kid Cudi and Disney music, because I am a rebel at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, I love you. Father, I love you. Brother 1, 2, 3, and 4. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Bury me in a coffin made of recycled materials, and put Drake lyrics on my gravestone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Everybody dies but not everybody lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That was my will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-5549148597857918345?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5549148597857918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5549148597857918345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5549148597857918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5549148597857918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-dying-wishes.html' title='Last Dying Wishes.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfmGqkbIJE/TxEGEJYQStI/AAAAAAAACDA/Iz8cI0EihHs/s72-c/403623_287437554639283_100001191231052_768653_1025729098_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2725883708884123258</id><published>2012-01-07T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:53:49.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOQ3EVc3HTY/TwiFA-8CdzI/AAAAAAAACC0/jOFzXkBxJuw/s1600/trrrrr.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/-nOQ3EVc3HTY/TwiFA-8CdzI/AAAAAAAACC0/jOFzXkBxJuw/s320/trrrrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694947980751304498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allergies. I spent maybe a measly 23 minutes outside and then pooooof. I'm sneezing repeatedly, I need a whole tissue box. And I just sit down and sneeze until I think I can't sneeze anymore. Oh wait. Yes I can. I dislike being allergic to Earth, I mean, that's kind of sad. That reminds me of that fish in Nemo who is H2O intolerant. A fish, allergic to the ocean. A teenager, allergic to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTPwcTlLiow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTPwcTlLiow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That link is just in case you are that one kid who never saw Finding Nemo. It's seriously a great movie. But that isn't the point. The point is. It's weird that I was born into this world, allergic to this world. And cats. Also cats. But I mean, it isn't a big deal. I can take a pill to stop the sneezing. But I just thought it was interesting.&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/19646251-2725883708884123258?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2725883708884123258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2725883708884123258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2725883708884123258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2725883708884123258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/allergic.html' title='Allergic.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOQ3EVc3HTY/TwiFA-8CdzI/AAAAAAAACC0/jOFzXkBxJuw/s72-c/trrrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1605636441608831453</id><published>2012-01-06T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:21:40.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prD0Hod37j0/Twero6fftnI/AAAAAAAACCo/cA439qWsXTU/s1600/bags.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/-prD0Hod37j0/Twero6fftnI/AAAAAAAACCo/cA439qWsXTU/s320/bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694708973217756786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fifty nine followers. Dang. That's a milestone. Look at the bags under my eyes. From all the typing. After 346 posts. I finally did it. I am an Internet celebrity. I'll sign autographs later guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prD0Hod37j0/Twero6fftnI/AAAAAAAACCo/cA439qWsXTU/s1600/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-1605636441608831453?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1605636441608831453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1605636441608831453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1605636441608831453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1605636441608831453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-there.html' title='Hi there.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prD0Hod37j0/Twero6fftnI/AAAAAAAACCo/cA439qWsXTU/s72-c/bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4735128758430526105</id><published>2012-01-06T20:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:07:43.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayy baybay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qmVLCYCgps/TweoczQNDBI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Cvf22a7xIuY/s1600/hyyyuuu.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/-1qmVLCYCgps/TweoczQNDBI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Cvf22a7xIuY/s320/hyyyuuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694705466581257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aPd4ViEvtA/TweocvLrVdI/AAAAAAAACCA/XVxdNKN7eTA/s1600/heghghjgj.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/-6aPd4ViEvtA/TweocvLrVdI/AAAAAAAACCA/XVxdNKN7eTA/s320/heghghjgj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694705465488528850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxNBmsh-qjM/TweocgzryJI/AAAAAAAACB4/NX3LyQVLj8E/s1600/awhhhh.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/-JxNBmsh-qjM/TweocgzryJI/AAAAAAAACB4/NX3LyQVLj8E/s320/awhhhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694705461629798546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phoedPr1jxs/Tweod_MvUiI/AAAAAAAACCc/QQPor92XBB8/s1600/lolojkjkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phoedPr1jxs/Tweod_MvUiI/AAAAAAAACCc/QQPor92XBB8/s320/lolojkjkj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694705486967820834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theodore is playing ball. Living his life. No big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-4735128758430526105?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4735128758430526105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4735128758430526105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4735128758430526105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4735128758430526105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/ayy-baybay.html' title='Ayy baybay.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qmVLCYCgps/TweoczQNDBI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Cvf22a7xIuY/s72-c/hyyyuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7713521694168999165</id><published>2012-01-05T17:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:26:17.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eur5GUJ5FNg/TwY34b18EMI/AAAAAAAACBs/63T5K2b9z88/s1600/393831_282345458481826_100001191231052_756547_1107989200_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/-Eur5GUJ5FNg/TwY34b18EMI/AAAAAAAACBs/63T5K2b9z88/s320/393831_282345458481826_100001191231052_756547_1107989200_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694300221542764738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always hated waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a birthday, special event, a person to arrive, a break, the holidays, money to come, or a letter to shoot through the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do you do while you wait..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find myself thinking of the silliest things. Or worse, I can't stop thinking of what I am actually waiting for. Torture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I just sit, and I feel like I can't breathe. I have to move, or talk, or do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" &gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. But the only reason waiting is so horrible is because whatever thing that I'm so anxiously expecting..that thing is better than what I was doing at the moment. I always wish that future moment could be swapped for the moment I am living right then and there. I'd rather be in the future than in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get ahead of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't like sticking around, stalling, and standing there waiting for things to happen. I want to get to the good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-7713521694168999165?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7713521694168999165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7713521694168999165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7713521694168999165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7713521694168999165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eur5GUJ5FNg/TwY34b18EMI/AAAAAAAACBs/63T5K2b9z88/s72-c/393831_282345458481826_100001191231052_756547_1107989200_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4821408185393041823</id><published>2012-01-05T17:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:52:04.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Tags.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxThGYYLSnU/TwY3BM6Yp0I/AAAAAAAACBc/Nh_oYQiMGWQ/s1600/392676_282345365148502_100001191231052_756544_1175972835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxThGYYLSnU/TwY3BM6Yp0I/AAAAAAAACBc/Nh_oYQiMGWQ/s320/392676_282345365148502_100001191231052_756544_1175972835_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694299272642078530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2yawqa-8eg/TwY3A9uG0fI/AAAAAAAACBU/EkosVNyNI68/s1600/404560_282345325148506_100001191231052_756543_1833392759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2yawqa-8eg/TwY3A9uG0fI/AAAAAAAACBU/EkosVNyNI68/s320/404560_282345325148506_100001191231052_756543_1833392759_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694299268564046322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was roaming the streets with my friend, and we saw these. In separate places, we saw these "turtle tags" and I thought it was the coolest thing. Much better than just a little graffiti scribble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I could, I would want to make a tag. I think mine would be a..gosh. I don't even know. Maybe a giraffe. Just to be weird. Like, a tiny little giraffe tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-4821408185393041823?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4821408185393041823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4821408185393041823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4821408185393041823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4821408185393041823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/turtle-tag.html' title='Turtle Tags.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxThGYYLSnU/TwY3BM6Yp0I/AAAAAAAACBc/Nh_oYQiMGWQ/s72-c/392676_282345365148502_100001191231052_756544_1175972835_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7048181037850396218</id><published>2012-01-02T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:10:37.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did this morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EeOG9YNa_g/TwHhJG05GCI/AAAAAAAACA8/7C3c5zbU9T0/s1600/haaaaa.jpg"&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/-8EeOG9YNa_g/TwHhJG05GCI/AAAAAAAACA8/7C3c5zbU9T0/s320/haaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693078950540548130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I took silly pictures. Not even silly. Just to pass the time actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I woke up, and it was bright, and then I ate turkey bacon, (breakfast of champions). I decided, even though yesterday sucked near the end. Today is gonna be a good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as things go for me, I get way too wound up in things. My feelings are always getting in the way. And then I kind of get trampled up. Like my heart is a piece of gum on the sidewalk everyone keeps stepping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm better than that! So I'm scraping my feelings off that gummy sidewalk, and I'm gonna be a little thicker skinned. Because the things my heart and brain obsess over..I'm pretty sure no one even realizes. Like for example (stupid example): Someone says, "You look cute today." I obsess. So they only think I look cute today? So they generally don't like how I look, but today it's okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pitiful. I'm stopping that. I need to accept compliments. And quit over analyzing my situations. Because being lame is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note.&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of my eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDyBT9iOwLE/TwHj-kyIiUI/AAAAAAAACBI/x7qa5Qy0SVs/s1600/eye.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/-nDyBT9iOwLE/TwHj-kyIiUI/AAAAAAAACBI/x7qa5Qy0SVs/s320/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693082068138363202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not joking, that's my eye. Okay, that's my blog for today. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-7048181037850396218?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7048181037850396218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7048181037850396218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7048181037850396218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7048181037850396218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-did-this-morning.html' title='What I did this morning.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EeOG9YNa_g/TwHhJG05GCI/AAAAAAAACA8/7C3c5zbU9T0/s72-c/haaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4054520030686045438</id><published>2012-01-02T10:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:47:42.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late New Year Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNNzlhJO9E/TwHfE0GAXVI/AAAAAAAACAM/9ipWHUxy9ho/s1600/tumblr_lx39bnHNw01qhqrgdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNNzlhJO9E/TwHfE0GAXVI/AAAAAAAACAM/9ipWHUxy9ho/s320/tumblr_lx39bnHNw01qhqrgdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693076677769321810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uNUxNUMqn0/TwHeMQGooXI/AAAAAAAACAA/ivQHn41FOrw/s1600/tumblr_lx399pWvSc1qhqrgdo1_500.jpg"&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/-3uNUxNUMqn0/TwHeMQGooXI/AAAAAAAACAA/ivQHn41FOrw/s320/tumblr_lx399pWvSc1qhqrgdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693075706035609970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get caught in a slump this year. Let yourself know how amazing you are. Do whatever you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't waste time&lt;/span&gt;. Don't get caught up watching T.V. or sleeping the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made wishing stars. 100 exactly. I thought about it, and made 100 tiny wishes. Things I can achieve if I try hard, and stay focused. I think if I keep looking back to my "wish" list. I can really go out and get the things I aspire for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is feeling optimistic about the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-4054520030686045438?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4054520030686045438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4054520030686045438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4054520030686045438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4054520030686045438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/late-new-year-post.html' title='Late New Year Post.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNNzlhJO9E/TwHfE0GAXVI/AAAAAAAACAM/9ipWHUxy9ho/s72-c/tumblr_lx39bnHNw01qhqrgdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6315203912387285087</id><published>2012-01-02T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:35:44.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JCL6mvGjzo/TwHcQeQ2UyI/AAAAAAAAB_0/N4XHh1vCGqk/s1600/shiiiiiiiit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JCL6mvGjzo/TwHcQeQ2UyI/AAAAAAAAB_0/N4XHh1vCGqk/s320/shiiiiiiiit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693073579532768034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I bought these shoes at Target. They came pre-tied. In pretty bows. The top stayed tied. The bottom one untied. I re-tied it. It doesn't seem to look the same when I re-tie it for some reason. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-6315203912387285087?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6315203912387285087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6315203912387285087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6315203912387285087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6315203912387285087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2012/01/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JCL6mvGjzo/TwHcQeQ2UyI/AAAAAAAAB_0/N4XHh1vCGqk/s72-c/shiiiiiiiit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5967580219989030162</id><published>2011-12-28T13:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:22:14.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Alert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgAKOTrQIZQ/TvtrAxylM1I/AAAAAAAAB_o/tWkTMx2k5yU/s1600/401979_277443908971981_100001191231052_740792_90017573_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/-HgAKOTrQIZQ/TvtrAxylM1I/AAAAAAAAB_o/tWkTMx2k5yU/s320/401979_277443908971981_100001191231052_740792_90017573_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691260215222416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bananagrams. You make words, it's just basically Scrabble in a banana pouch. But I love it. I love the shiny little tiles with letters engraved in them. The bright yellow fabric, and the tiny yellow zipper. This game is perfect. Not to be like, crazy or anything. But I could sit in my room and just make words till forever and never get bored. Everyone should own this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will spend forever reading books, and playing free education games on my Kindle Touch I just received as a gift from mother. I read "Hunger Games" which was one of the best books I have ever read. The book goes like this. Suspense, suspense, suspense, action, suspense, suspense, emotion, action, emotion, suspense. I loooooved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5967580219989030162?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5967580219989030162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5967580219989030162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5967580219989030162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5967580219989030162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/nerd-alert.html' title='Nerd Alert.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgAKOTrQIZQ/TvtrAxylM1I/AAAAAAAAB_o/tWkTMx2k5yU/s72-c/401979_277443908971981_100001191231052_740792_90017573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4746983931685690439</id><published>2011-12-28T13:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:11:51.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Try looking at yourself as a baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhnvYg3mvlA/Tvto1c-om8I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/PSzRuSKO-jE/s1600/378660_272310682818637_100001191231052_727925_562327662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhnvYg3mvlA/Tvto1c-om8I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/PSzRuSKO-jE/s320/378660_272310682818637_100001191231052_727925_562327662_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257821634010050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Look at me. At one point. Everyone looked like this. I found this photo, because for some reason I had the urge to find all my baby photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I feel like you have different versions of yourself. You are not the same person at birth, or at 2. 3. 7. 11. 14. 16. 20. 30. 40. Your mindset changes, and things happen. And you look back on your past selves, and say "Wow, I was so silly. I can do so much better, I would never do that now." Things like that, are proof that you are always changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-4746983931685690439?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4746983931685690439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4746983931685690439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4746983931685690439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4746983931685690439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/try-looking-at-yourself-as-baby.html' title='Try looking at yourself as a baby.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhnvYg3mvlA/Tvto1c-om8I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/PSzRuSKO-jE/s72-c/378660_272310682818637_100001191231052_727925_562327662_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5511490724469368219</id><published>2011-12-28T11:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:05:17.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the park with Theodore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KAjEMExoJ0/Tvtm-As0eXI/AAAAAAAAB_E/9ee42wzOLho/s1600/402702_276436362406069_1079603509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KAjEMExoJ0/Tvtm-As0eXI/AAAAAAAAB_E/9ee42wzOLho/s320/402702_276436362406069_1079603509_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255769638664562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know what this looks like. But he was having fun, I swear. I'm one of those people, the one percent of people who doesn't have an iPhone or an iTouch, or any sort of phone with apps, or a touch screen. Or Internet. I'm kind of a rarity. I realized most people use that instagram app, and I was slighty jealous. I don't really care about iPhones themselves, but some of those apps seem sort of awesome. So I went to my best friend Google and looked up.."app like instagram but not instagram". Just kidding, that's stupid. But it was something like that. And I found PicYou. And then I made this picture. Which, was still totally cute beforehand. But thanks to Google I found a website that made it so I wasn't left out, and I can be just like the kids with iPhones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5511490724469368219?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5511490724469368219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5511490724469368219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5511490724469368219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5511490724469368219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/at-park-with-theodore.html' title='At the park with Theodore.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KAjEMExoJ0/Tvtm-As0eXI/AAAAAAAAB_E/9ee42wzOLho/s72-c/402702_276436362406069_1079603509_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8676398003456029606</id><published>2011-12-19T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:15:05.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsyGNNI52Zc/Tu_fxYIf2KI/AAAAAAAAB-4/QBIZUkP4UFg/s1600/6397733679_a4554902ec_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsyGNNI52Zc/Tu_fxYIf2KI/AAAAAAAAB-4/QBIZUkP4UFg/s320/6397733679_a4554902ec_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688010893776902306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm kind of having a hard time getting into the holiday spirit. I feel like because of that, something is wrong with me. I'm not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;chipper, and I'm not all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too&lt;/span&gt; cheery. I haven't volunteered in a while. I'm being a little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; much&lt;/span&gt; of a bum. The most festive thing I've done is take a light string and wrap it around my lamp. I feel the urge to wake up early, like, bright and sun-shiny early, and just maybe sing. And eat a cinnamon roll, and then hug all my little brothers, read some children's books to them. Maybe, make hot cocoa, get dressed warmly, and then take some "artistic photos" out in the wilderness..(backyard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I'll call up a friend, we can go get gifts, come home and wrap them, Maybe even make some gifts. Take skirts from Goodwill and hem them to fit. "Exercise?". Decorate. Clean. Call up people I haven't heard from in a while. STUDY, maybe. Be happy. Because, it's break. Winter break is here now, and I need to quit worrying about everything! Easier said than done. But maybe I can manage some of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8676398003456029606?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8676398003456029606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8676398003456029606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8676398003456029606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8676398003456029606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Spirit?'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsyGNNI52Zc/Tu_fxYIf2KI/AAAAAAAAB-4/QBIZUkP4UFg/s72-c/6397733679_a4554902ec_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6622158871221063374</id><published>2011-12-13T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:29:41.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I very much want a dog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4uTr7DudmE/Tufr8crxNtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/diamESGcLO8/s1600/386119_266087263440979_100001191231052_714943_326411637_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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4uTr7DudmE/Tufr8crxNtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/diamESGcLO8/s320/386119_266087263440979_100001191231052_714943_326411637_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685772478302992082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want a dog. Not now, but maybe when I'm sophisticated, and like 34, with a couple kids running around in the backyard..? I'll just throw a puppy into the mix and see what happens. I always wished my family had a dog, because just think of all those family adventures that might have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dog parks, and walks, playing ball, and making up silly non-sensical games with the dog. Dog getting named and nicknamed by each member of the home. So the dog has like 21 names..or eating dog food with the dog and gagging, because it looked just like cereal in the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These are things I hope my kids experience. Someday, when I'm sophisticated, and like 34..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19646251-6622158871221063374?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6622158871221063374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6622158871221063374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6622158871221063374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6622158871221063374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-very-much-want-dog.html' title='I very much want a dog.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4uTr7DudmE/Tufr8crxNtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/diamESGcLO8/s72-c/386119_266087263440979_100001191231052_714943_326411637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6232776772933324678</id><published>2011-12-13T17:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:52:06.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS THIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf2B0dy3Mho/Tufi67AvX5I/AAAAAAAAB-g/dJrUJ3qJxiQ/s1600/6458071801_d7226b58d9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf2B0dy3Mho/Tufi67AvX5I/AAAAAAAAB-g/dJrUJ3qJxiQ/s320/6458071801_d7226b58d9_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685762556479627154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;This is like the "Inception" of Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I seem to be seeing things like this all over, I saw this sign of Mister Shivers eating his own kind, a sweater knitted onto a sweater. Dreams within dreams within dreams. And then it all started reminding me of this joke that's been going around the Internet: &lt;a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/xzibit-yo-dawg"&gt;The "Yo Dawg" joke.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo dawg, I herd you like cars, so we put a car in yo car so you can drive while you drive.&lt;br /&gt;Yo dawg, I herd you like baking so we put an oven in yo oven so you can bake while you bake.&lt;br /&gt;Et cetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something I noticed, but seriously. That ice cream licking ice cream is really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-6232776772933324678?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6232776772933324678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6232776772933324678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6232776772933324678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6232776772933324678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-this.html' title='WHAT IS THIS.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf2B0dy3Mho/Tufi67AvX5I/AAAAAAAAB-g/dJrUJ3qJxiQ/s72-c/6458071801_d7226b58d9_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5508414261871671793</id><published>2011-12-08T00:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:22:03.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htbybH_KMGo/TuBVW7iUTCI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jkTuFcK8Mr0/s1600/6457785269_9da791aae0_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htbybH_KMGo/TuBVW7iUTCI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jkTuFcK8Mr0/s320/6457785269_9da791aae0_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683636582168677410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Babies can rock anything. Tutus..giraffe sunglasses. Pom-pom hats. Tacky sweatshirts. Tiny suits. As long as it's on a baby, it's pretty cute. Also, there is no such thing as an "un-cute" baby. Some people are of the opinion that a baby can maybe be "gross and wrinkly" but hey, babies are a symbol of youth, and life, and new beginnings. I mean, yes, they are wrinkly, but they definitely can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is of my little brother Abe from a while ago, he's actually 5 now. But he's still just as happy about everything as he was in this photo. Living his little kid life to the fullest, wearing rain boots, and orange shirts, and complimenting everyone on their achievements..such as turning off lights and opening doors. I wish people could sit down and remember what it was like to be a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we thought about. Loving our mother, weirded out by strangers, eating whatever was on a spoon that came towards our mouth. Crying when sad, laughing when happy. Being content saying nothing, and sleeping, So much sleeping. Babies have got it going on. I mean, really. They wear whatever, do whatever, and go by the "hakuna matata" lifestyle method. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-5508414261871671793?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5508414261871671793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5508414261871671793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5508414261871671793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5508414261871671793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/babies.html' title='Babies.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htbybH_KMGo/TuBVW7iUTCI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jkTuFcK8Mr0/s72-c/6457785269_9da791aae0_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8047264301637890172</id><published>2011-12-07T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:19:58.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect yourself, and don't get hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mama always gives me advice, and I always ignore it. Then it happens, that thing I knew would happen, and I wish I had taken that helpful advice. I decided to be smart, and take the advice beforehand this time, and I still ended up the sucker in the end. I'm starting to think that you cannot avoid mistakes sometimes, even when you know what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that ultimately, you need to respect yourself. Care about yourself more, and others less. Keep a good balance, of friends, and family, and school, and fun. You are your first priority. Keep yourself in check, and in the end you'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8047264301637890172?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8047264301637890172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8047264301637890172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8047264301637890172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8047264301637890172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/12/respect-yourself-and-dont-get-hurt.html' title='Respect yourself, and don&apos;t get hurt.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7132948086008557557</id><published>2011-11-21T20:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:29:24.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald McDonald: A classy man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JryjtGASZ0A/TtGeUSPtGSI/AAAAAAAAB78/08SrRhVEXPk/s1600/6372818651_584eb3c601.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/-JryjtGASZ0A/TtGeUSPtGSI/AAAAAAAAB78/08SrRhVEXPk/s320/6372818651_584eb3c601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679494676423186722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I took this at a very classy restaurant I've grown to love. McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the new decor at 'The Golden Arches' to be a little odd, I mean, a chandelier? And a fireplace, a mantel with lovely paintings and "wood" chairs and "wood" tables. McDonalds! Stay true! You are and always will be, a salty, clumsy, fast food chain known all over the world. You will never be a 5 star restaurant. And you know what? I'm okay with that. You should be okay with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-7132948086008557557?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7132948086008557557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7132948086008557557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7132948086008557557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7132948086008557557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/ronald-mcdonald-classy-man.html' title='Ronald McDonald: A classy man.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JryjtGASZ0A/TtGeUSPtGSI/AAAAAAAAB78/08SrRhVEXPk/s72-c/6372818651_584eb3c601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4482882553681575544</id><published>2011-11-20T01:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:29:44.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsBeABW2xgY/TsxWmvNcSXI/AAAAAAAAB7w/WMQAWXTuOeM/s1600/6380348959_744680e9da.jpg"&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/-UsBeABW2xgY/TsxWmvNcSXI/AAAAAAAAB7w/WMQAWXTuOeM/s320/6380348959_744680e9da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678008453715216754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love getting substitutes. The various types, looks, shapes, and sizes of them. The misfits, the "unique" characteristics they have that stopped them from becoming&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; actual&lt;/span&gt; teachers. Today in ceramics, we looked a pictures of various monkeys in books until we came to a picture of a monkey that looked like our substitute. Short, angry, large piercing eyes, red, bald. Gray tweed jacket, confused frown. We giggled like school kids do, and it just got me thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I knew the story behind each sub. Why didn't they just become teachers? I have had a plethora of pushovers, and a collection of crazies. So many with minute personality disorders, or interesting outfits, war stories, anger issues, no trust in kids, or screechy voices. I've had a substitute speaking yiddish in class, claiming it was too hot, and she was "shvitzing up a storm in class" (sweating). Some subs just let you know that they hate you at the beginning of class, and let you know that "they have authority, and plenty of office slips". Intimidating. Ahah. Those substitutes that read a book all period. The ones that say, "you were such a good class!" then leave your teacher a bad note. The elderly men that fall asleep in class at the teacher's desk. The ones that claim to know everything, The creepy ones. The ones who do the opposite of what the teacher asks, forget to pass out the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a skewed opinion or something, but you gotta be a little bit weird to be a substitute. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-4482882553681575544?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4482882553681575544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4482882553681575544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4482882553681575544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4482882553681575544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/substitutes.html' title='Substitutes.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsBeABW2xgY/TsxWmvNcSXI/AAAAAAAAB7w/WMQAWXTuOeM/s72-c/6380348959_744680e9da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-336221850142482711</id><published>2011-11-17T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:23:10.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL @ My Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_7DNbALbdM/TsXT7sLEBPI/AAAAAAAAB60/ZtpnxeCW_Nw/s1600/6355908885_aaf200ee36.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/-Y_7DNbALbdM/TsXT7sLEBPI/AAAAAAAAB60/ZtpnxeCW_Nw/s320/6355908885_aaf200ee36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676175927793681650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is my little brother, Theodore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's my youngest brother of four brothers. And oh man, I love to carry him around and take him places. In my life, whether it was with my baby cousin, or with a little brother of mine, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;been stopped and asked: If he or she was my baby. What is this world coming to? (I'm being dramatic.) But really? At some points I'm actually standing next to my mom, and I get asked if he's my baby, not hers. I was waiting at a light with my cousin in a stroller, a coffee firmly placed in the stroller's cup holder, cell phone and keys in hand, sunglasses, messy bun. I guess I looked like a busy young teen mom out running errands. So these twelve year olds paired into boy girl couples holding hands..they start to whisper, and giggle. Ah, preteen love. I look up, I can't resist. I mean, they were talking about me. One of the braver ones manages to stutter out, "Is that like, your baby?" After being asked by two grown men, and a grown woman, and now finally, some kids, I decided to have some fun. "Yes, yes, this is my baby. I had her when I was 13. Be safe, kids." The light turned to walk, and I stroller-ed away with my coffee, my keys, and my sunglasses. I felt pretty boss. The kids shyly stopped holding hands and watched me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness. It's those shows like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixteen and Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teen Mom&lt;/span&gt;. That make people subconsciously okay with young young young moms. Even when a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real mom&lt;/span&gt; is standing right there. People would rather believe it was a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-336221850142482711?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/336221850142482711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=336221850142482711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/336221850142482711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/336221850142482711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/lol-my-baby.html' title='LOL @ My Baby.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_7DNbALbdM/TsXT7sLEBPI/AAAAAAAAB60/ZtpnxeCW_Nw/s72-c/6355908885_aaf200ee36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1651072956893012330</id><published>2011-11-17T21:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:38:45.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To You, Mitchell??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUD8RBpBalw/TsXNqF7FgoI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2z60QUhiQv4/s1600/6355908903_ae411f04f5.jpg"&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/-EUD8RBpBalw/TsXNqF7FgoI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2z60QUhiQv4/s320/6355908903_ae411f04f5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676169028398580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The State Fair of Texas, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So that little llama? I got that bad boy at the State Fair of Texas this year. I feel like the Fair is one of the benefits of living in Texas. I got to eat a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried snickers bar &lt;/span&gt;and a bite of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried cheesecake. &lt;/span&gt;Those little nasty foods did not sit well with my stomach when I got home, and waged a large battle for a few days in my body. Stomach virus, hollaaaa! It sucked, but it was fun while it lasted. I got to see&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; M I T C H E L L M U S S O&lt;/span&gt;. He is the most disgusting boy who ever used to be on Disney. He has tattoos now, sings for 12 and under kids, but strips off his shirt at the end of concerts, acne, lots of bouncing, jumping for no reason. And to think, he was on 'Hannah Montana'. Shocking really. But we had fun, pretty eventful day. I scored that llama, some rings for 1$, and we got some pretty interesting photos of Mitchell Musso's anarchy tattoo..wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-a7njMArXw/TsXP4IGQiZI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Wg5BYKdT8d0/s1600/310293_241981932518179_100001191231052_649513_764184621_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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-a7njMArXw/TsXP4IGQiZI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Wg5BYKdT8d0/s320/310293_241981932518179_100001191231052_649513_764184621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676171468523735442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bahaha, oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a very interesting image I ended up capturing. We giggled for a good solid minute about this photo, me and my friends did. We took a video, lots of footage and we made a YouTube video of our times at the state fair. I always insist on being a part of YouTube videos, because they are entertaining for sure! But then when I watch it I cringe at how awkward I am. But I also like to think it enhances the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Dubstep and Indie are playing on Pandora and I feel like a hipster. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-1651072956893012330?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1651072956893012330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1651072956893012330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1651072956893012330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1651072956893012330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-happened-to-you-mitchell.html' title='What Happened To You, Mitchell??'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUD8RBpBalw/TsXNqF7FgoI/AAAAAAAAB6c/2z60QUhiQv4/s72-c/6355908903_ae411f04f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4487370317763672588</id><published>2011-11-15T19:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:35:18.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goody Two Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAGlip8efzU/TsMUpaOJtjI/AAAAAAAAB6E/1qZHQe7cE-I/s1600/6330314753_bf04bfed36.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/-fAGlip8efzU/TsMUpaOJtjI/AAAAAAAAB6E/1qZHQe7cE-I/s320/6330314753_bf04bfed36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675402657062827570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The moon through my dad's telescope. Cell phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love to laugh. Today I successfully laughed so hard I cried solid tears, over really nothing that spectacular. A silly joke, maybe a child might giggle at. But me? Tears of laughter. I then spent the rest of Ceramics with the giggles and wiping tears off my cheeks. I really need to work on that, it's sort of embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ukulele update; I now have a handful of chords memorized, a few strum patterns, and the makings of a few songs down. Such as, "Best I Ever Had," by Drake, "The F.U.N. Song," by SpongeBob SquarePants, and Happy Birthday. Very impressive, to me anyway. My fingertips look like strawberry jelly beans from all the strumming and chord changing. My wimp fingers can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel insanely jealous of everyone with a good camera, this year I have had the urge to take pictures of everything so I won't forget it. But unfortunately, with my phone camera, I really don't have much luck with the photo ops! I'm a fan of the new phones with a camera on the front, it can be quite rad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately also, I have a bunch of kids coming up to me, calling me, texting me about their problems. Or things they are worried about, and I'm always there to help! What I came to realize though was it can be hard to find the right response. I'm not that good with words, advice, but I sure can be awkward, and smile and stuff. And sometimes that's all they might need. If only I could fix everyone's problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in one of my classes, the kids constantly whine and complain about the simplest tasks in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regular &lt;/span&gt;class. You really can't get any lower, so I don't understand the complaining. At least it isn't PreAP work, or worse, AP work. It's fill in the blank notes, so fill it out, whiny babies..today a girl spent all period contradicting our teacher and saying his name wrong, doing basically whatever she wanted because I get the feeling no one has ever told her no. It really saddens me, because he works hard to make fun projects and keep class interesting, he isn't strict, pretty social. Again, why is this girl complaining? I'm not. So after a series of rough comments, he says, as a half-joke, "I guess I should just quit." And he looks at the floor, with annoyance, with this very calm seriousness that half the class picked up on and shut up the talking. Oblivious, she goes, "Glad you finally got the hint." In that moment I felt so close to screaming. I promised myself to make my poor teacher a card. A card of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt;. For being a great teacher, for putting up with the junk he puts up with. I'll give it to him tomorrow, the sooner he sees it the better..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that makes me a teacher's pet, a goody two shoes. I just want him to know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;is listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-4487370317763672588?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4487370317763672588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4487370317763672588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4487370317763672588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4487370317763672588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/goody-two-shoes.html' title='Goody Two Shoes'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAGlip8efzU/TsMUpaOJtjI/AAAAAAAAB6E/1qZHQe7cE-I/s72-c/6330314753_bf04bfed36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5634462453241728481</id><published>2011-11-15T19:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:04:48.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWqOlVNBehw/TsMQiR6ehdI/AAAAAAAAB54/GEZbjotUMgs/s1600/6341670045_7862ecf9a3.jpg"&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/-FWqOlVNBehw/TsMQiR6ehdI/AAAAAAAAB54/GEZbjotUMgs/s320/6341670045_7862ecf9a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675398136527226322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at what a cell phone camera can do. No edit.&lt;br /&gt;Rockaway Beach, Oregon, Summer 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is something about getting away, and just being away from where you were. A fresh slate, clean plate. You can be who you want, do what you want. You get to see if that grass is really greener on the other side. It just got me thinking, about how for me, college is a new start. The beauty in that. The sadness in that! Someone please tell me how bad it hurts to leave a high school. I already left one, after freshman year, but to leave my new high school senior year and go to college? Now there's a scary thought. I look back and thank my father for forcing me into theater and speech classes in middle school, which made comfortable talking to everyone and anyone, and made me the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so I have it written down, so maybe I can look back on it, someday. I would love to be a Doctor, a Pediatrician. And go to a college in Texas, and a nice med school. I would like to travel to places with exquisite views, while I'm still young. I love the feeling of taking a photo that looks wonderful, no edit. It's just such a beautiful scene that the camera can't help but capture a beautiful snapshot. Natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-5634462453241728481?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5634462453241728481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5634462453241728481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5634462453241728481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5634462453241728481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWqOlVNBehw/TsMQiR6ehdI/AAAAAAAAB54/GEZbjotUMgs/s72-c/6341670045_7862ecf9a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2742978749375540618</id><published>2011-11-15T17:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:20:22.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People Believe What They Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_jevH3l2rI/TsMPRC5K7rI/AAAAAAAAB5s/SnzycXy3nGg/s1600/5160057014_058f571d8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_jevH3l2rI/TsMPRC5K7rI/AAAAAAAAB5s/SnzycXy3nGg/s320/5160057014_058f571d8d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675396740925812402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tylerdirectory/"&gt;Flickr: tylerdirectory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl who thinks Power Balance wristbands actually help you balance. You are paying twenty dollars for a piece of rubber and a tiny magnet. Yes, the salesmen pushed, you, yes you fell. Yeah, you put that piece of rubber on, that expensive "magic" magnet. The man gently shoved you again, and bless your little heart, you didn't fall. Here's why: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you were expecting it&lt;/span&gt;. You truly wanted to believe the "tripping and falling epidemic" could be cured with the payment of a Jackson, because it was such a reoccurring problem in your life obviously..I mean, falling is serious..people fall and trip all the time. I personally trip maybe 23 times a morning..not. Not a big deal, it's a mind game. A trick. And you, you fell for it. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-2742978749375540618?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2742978749375540618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2742978749375540618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2742978749375540618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2742978749375540618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-believe-what-they-want.html' title='People Believe What They Want'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_jevH3l2rI/TsMPRC5K7rI/AAAAAAAAB5s/SnzycXy3nGg/s72-c/5160057014_058f571d8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4594328451605313201</id><published>2011-11-14T17:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:06:43.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"That" Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr70H0whv1I/TsGjSG47lNI/AAAAAAAAB5g/VvEn0bLSjvM/s1600/6323307517_8828d44ac0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr70H0whv1I/TsGjSG47lNI/AAAAAAAAB5g/VvEn0bLSjvM/s320/6323307517_8828d44ac0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674996536945906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship solid like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that friend&lt;/span&gt;. That friend you aren't sure how you met,  but they are that ever present part of your life. That friend that makes you feel lame, the one that makes that does all the stupid stuff with you, like jump off of high rocks or splash in lake water. Both of which, are really bad ideas by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that one person who laughs at all the jokes, and spends all that time with you, but never gets sick of you for some odd reason you haven't figured out yet. The one you have life threatening moments with, no big deal, things happen. You almost get run over by a car, and they can say they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lift your mood, and toss those bad feelings out the window. It's okay to have a disagreement, it's okay when things don't go as planned. They help you to work things out, they help you realize things you didn't want to, they help you laugh at yourself. Everything is gonna be okay, you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be an unlikely friendship, like..like..an ox and a lichen bird? Helping a brother out. It's one of those weird things where you're left wondering how it happened. Life's interesting that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person; you can cuss, and sing like Adele, and dance around them. Not a problem. You can be quiet. You can be loud, maybe pretend you are a celebrity, or improvise a rap. Life goals. Favorite foods. Weekend stories. This person is like a sponge, soaking it all in. And you become a sponge for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship is pretty solid, like a rock. Like sponges? Like an ox, and a weird tiny bird. Friends are friends, and everyone should have this type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-4594328451605313201?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4594328451605313201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4594328451605313201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4594328451605313201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4594328451605313201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-friend.html' title='&quot;That&quot; Friend.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr70H0whv1I/TsGjSG47lNI/AAAAAAAAB5g/VvEn0bLSjvM/s72-c/6323307517_8828d44ac0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7657922150869525878</id><published>2011-11-13T18:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:10:46.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace, Yogurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29afXfkmLNE/TsBo0KukkQI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qa3RK-kiY04/s1600/6342511586_595f3d95d2_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29afXfkmLNE/TsBo0KukkQI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qa3RK-kiY04/s320/6342511586_595f3d95d2_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674650775929000194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The friendly greeting outside of YoLove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want my opinion? (Yes.) Frozen Yogurt on a summer day? Blueberry, Mango, Raspberry, Strawberry, mixed with fruit? Yes please. This place full of sweet yogurt from Heaven was built a five minute walk from my house! I could be sitting at home, and poof, five strenuous sunny sun sun labor filled minutes of walking later. I could be enjoying a freshly pumped cup of frozen yogurt. And I did this often. It was a memorable part of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I moved I searched all across my new neighborhood for a cheap/convenient yogurt store. And I had no luck. I visit my old hometown with a friend and we decide to stop by, for memories and nostalgia. Only to find that, they closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spiraled into grief for maybe ten minutes: at first, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shock &amp;amp; denial. &lt;/span&gt;I refused to believe that the empty, rusty pipes where yogurt dispensers had once been were a sign. I disregarded the "closed forever" poster. I searched through the glass endlessly for the tables and brightly colored spoons. Next was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain &amp;amp; guilt. &lt;/span&gt;I wished I had visited more often, maybe my money and constant support could have kept them in business? I wished for a time machine. I felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anger. &lt;/span&gt;It was just a yogurt shop? Couldn't they have kept the dang place open? What was so wrong? I banged on the door. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflected &lt;/span&gt;on my loss, and just how great of a loss it was. I tried to pick the lock, I tried to reach for what I couldn't have. I stood there for a brief moment, until I felt that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upward turn. &lt;/span&gt;I realized I could keep on living without YoLove. I would do the other things that made me happy, I took one last look. I kissed my hand and put it on the door..sending my love, to YoLove. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reconstructed &lt;/span&gt;my life and walked with my best friend to her car. As we drove away I felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acceptance, and hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had spiraled my way through the seven stages of grief, and found my way forward. RIP YoLove. We will always miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-7657922150869525878?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7657922150869525878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7657922150869525878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7657922150869525878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7657922150869525878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/friendly-greeting-outside-of-yolove.html' title='Rest In Peace, Yogurt.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29afXfkmLNE/TsBo0KukkQI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qa3RK-kiY04/s72-c/6342511586_595f3d95d2_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5609995717133243355</id><published>2011-11-02T19:21:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:40:20.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qR3UWUnL6g/TrHeu6cYrlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/_xh1RjXCdTA/s1600/301420_216838115032561_100001191231052_572266_4669839_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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qR3UWUnL6g/TrHeu6cYrlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/_xh1RjXCdTA/s320/301420_216838115032561_100001191231052_572266_4669839_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670558303379828306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore; Age 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My youngest sibling doesn't know how to lie yet, he doesn't steal, he doesn't cheat. He knows nothing of world problems or school or childish drama. He only knows his home, and his family. He hugs me when I come home from school, intertwines his tiny fingers with mine and walks me to my room. He worms under the covers with me in a blanket fort. He chases us around the house and would be okay with never stopping. He likes to take pictures. He likes to eat cheese sticks. He has been on this Earth for almost three years, and in that span of time he's learned how to hug, to kiss, to laugh, to smile, to play games, and make jokes, to run, and shout, and mix cookie dough in the bowl. He is perfect, in his own imperfect sort of way. His tiny crooked teeth that years of braces in Junior High will fix. Tiny scratches and bumped knees from intense playing. His choppy haircut, because of his dislike to sit still for them. Theodore Bernard Croft is going to grow up someday, and he will still be perfect. When I am settled into a life of my own, his will just be beginning, and I hope with all my heart that it'll be better than anything he ever dreamed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-5609995717133243355?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5609995717133243355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5609995717133243355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5609995717133243355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5609995717133243355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-favorite-person.html' title='My Favorite Person'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qR3UWUnL6g/TrHeu6cYrlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/_xh1RjXCdTA/s72-c/301420_216838115032561_100001191231052_572266_4669839_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8953854124602067628</id><published>2011-10-18T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:25:44.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your eyes open in class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACT: Teens need about 9 1/4 hours of sleep each night to function best (for  some, 8 1/2 hours is enough). Most teens do not get enough sleep — one  study found that only 15% reported sleeping 8 1/2 hours on school  nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you laughed reading that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, I get 5-6 hours. I think that's about the same for other kids, because I'm 34 percent positive the kids in my Latin class are halfway asleep with me by the time we get derivatives and pronoun worksheets out. I sit there and literally hold my eyelids open. Time drags on. Kids start to lose consciousness. Our teacher snaps us all awake with yet another pronoun drill. Then..snoring. A book slams. Snort. "KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN IN CLASS, sir." The poor boy mumbles something that sounded like, "Ohffm Iyyyn sorreym." 23 eternal minutes left to stay awake, to sit in the uncomfortable chair that hurts to slump in. All there is to do is..Latin. I start thinking of interesting ways to leave class and sleep. Like pay a kid outside in the hall $5 to yell "FIRE!" so we can evacuate class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep. More sleep indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan? Go to bed at 10:45, and awake at 6:45. That is 8 hours of wonderful sleep. I can do that. But if you notice, even that doesn't fill the required sleep hours. It must be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-8953854124602067628?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8953854124602067628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8953854124602067628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8953854124602067628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8953854124602067628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-your-eyes-open-in-class.html' title='Keep your eyes open in class.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5709174517202983463</id><published>2011-10-07T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:38:52.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light the night with the fires of friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My best friends and I made that up, because it sounds tacky, and cliche. That's like the best kind of saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, busy weekend. Homecoming is so soon and I'm super-dee-duper excited. Being a junior in HS now, this kind of stuff is getting less but somehow even more important than it was the year before. I mean; a) I've done this whole thing 2 times before. But, b) After this, there is only 1 more left. Something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the date, the dress, the dinner, the dance. Every year is the same, I don't know why my drive to go is so strong. I guess it's a "gotta have it" teen thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for planners this week I may have died of confusion, I had 3 tests, and 2 quizzes, and lots of reviews and homework. I just make lots of post it notes and to do lists so I actually remember everything that needs to get done. Oh yeah, and top that off with HOCO spirit week dress up days, and baking for surprise parties. It was just one of those dreadfully long weeks you spend staring at your non-existent watch like, "please, hurry up!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rewarded by this long four day weekend, with which I will be: Babysitting, and visiting the State Fair of Texas, and making HOCO shirts, and chit chatting with new friends, and practicing ukulele, and reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Scarlet Letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I will also be geeking out and adding odd things to my Amazon Wish List. Yes, I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdpIlY2VqPU/To_QwbDFdCI/AAAAAAAAB4I/nclqbEeyy-M/s1600/Photo797.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/-SdpIlY2VqPU/To_QwbDFdCI/AAAAAAAAB4I/nclqbEeyy-M/s320/Photo797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660972786940998690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I took shadow pictures a couple days ago, I remember this was one of those things I used to do in middle school, maybe sixth grade? I thought I was pretty fly. I feel like everyone looks back on a past self, and says "dang, did I really do that?" and the answer is yes. Yes you did. But it's okay, because I think everyone feels this way at some point in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually JUST looked at a picture of me, before braces, then during, then after. I can no longer remember, maybe just vaguely, what it was like to be a brace face. I remember metal, and pointy edges, the awkward in between each square bracket scrubbing I'd do every night. How flossing was a pain. And eating after appointments was a mix between torture and a chore. It was only months ago. Now, I am a free woman. I can do as I please, (as far as eating goes). Thank goodness for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces are worth it, Homecoming is worth it, Shadow pictures are worth taking, Cliche phrases are worth it to say. Because they brighten everyone's day.&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/19646251-5709174517202983463?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5709174517202983463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5709174517202983463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5709174517202983463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5709174517202983463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/10/light-night-with-fires-of-friendship.html' title='Light the night with the fires of friendship.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdpIlY2VqPU/To_QwbDFdCI/AAAAAAAAB4I/nclqbEeyy-M/s72-c/Photo797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4540833270500696455</id><published>2011-09-30T21:07:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:04:34.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Collection of Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I live in a world of fantasy, so keep your reality away from me. I see  what I want. I want what I see. And that is all okay by me. -Itzah C.  Kret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000317/"&gt;Mr. Krabs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Attention all employees! Just giving you a heads-up. I'll be conducting a   surprise uniform inspection in one hour. Whoever doesn't pass gets the   boot.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Pulls out a boot&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000317/"&gt;Mr. Krabs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: This boot to be exact. It's very stinky, and you have to wear it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the boys with your hats at a 43 degree angle, with the long shaggy  hair, and the stubble you don't wanna shave, with the 'whatever'  attitude, not opening doors, or pushing in chairs..nice guys finish first, keep that fun fact in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People that are allergic to cats will be able to pet them without  sneezing and scratching.  Genetically engineered cats will be produced  to help people with allergies enjoy their sneeze-free kitties Allerca,  Inc., a biotechnology firm in San Diego, California, says it has bred  Hypoallergenic Cats and is now taking orders from customers in the  United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You really have to stop caring what people think of you, you can't just say you don't care. You really have to stop wondering what other people think about your life and the adventures you choose to take, before you can be the person you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ukulele training is going well, I am learning through YouTube and I've got to: strum, learn chords, memorize chords, strum whilst changing chords, more strumming, try an easy song, and so on. I'm determined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a little kid at the state fair, you think Big Tex is HUGE, but as you grow older, you come to find Big Tex was never as big as you thought he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always annoyed at the giggling teenagers at the mall, except for when it's me and my friends. Then it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✿✿✿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate copycats, get your own idea. I spent the time thinking of it, you spent half a second copy and pasting it. Is that fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-4540833270500696455?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4540833270500696455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4540833270500696455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4540833270500696455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4540833270500696455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/09/collection-of-ideas.html' title='A Collection of Ideas'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2066389296349074498</id><published>2011-09-28T19:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:07:32.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't say something nice..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then please, GO SIT IN THE CORNER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I always get angry with children in school who say the silliest, insensitive things. You can practically see the steam wooshing out my ears in anger sometimes. Kids these days. No respect for elders, or even kids their own age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everyone at school this week has been having a bad time I've noticed. For ceramics, we are making bowl #4 and we get to glaze it. I always picture something great and end with a lump of clay that might resemble a science experiment gone wrong. I want to make a mug next with something at the bottom, but it's easier said than done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; height: 177px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657579521844051394" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SW22EJ9LXYM/ToPCmZgJ_cI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9ghAbVUkpDw/s320/ch-1977f-w-rs06-0807-frogmug-250x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellotrade.com/bennington-potters/stoneware-mug.html"&gt;surprise frog in mug at the bottom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try it. I found an interesting website of brightly colored furniture/boutique things by 'Ada and Darcy'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adaanddarcy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://adaanddarcy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; People or places with my name in them fascinate me. I don't generally hear my name anywhere so that stuff is pretty neat. Like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howmanyofme.com/"&gt;http://www.howmanyofme.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is simply mind boggling, you get to see how many people have your name in the country. I think there are 6 of my name last I checked, (first and last).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I wasn't a "hipster listener" who liked Foster the People before they got popular, but I like them now that I've heard of them. I love when a song gets popular and everyone shouts indignantly "I was listening to [insert obscure band here] before they got big!". Hahaha, congrats. Now everyone else is listening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School is stressing, being Junior year and all. And I'm not sure which is harder, trying to get into the college of my dreams, or getting into Pottermore. It's a challenge, I must make it in. Unlike the music and obscure bands, I WAS there, I DID read, and quote, and love and cherish those HP characters, and cry at the end of the books. I think I qualify. I WILL also be sporting the Hagrid Lego keychain from Amazon when I get car keys and a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 225px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657584846287261362" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2914l5feug/ToPHcUmVzrI/AAAAAAAAB34/cBh2dp5NGDw/s320/a20791512a1ff28df6ced6_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends will be so envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &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/19646251-2066389296349074498?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2066389296349074498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2066389296349074498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2066389296349074498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2066389296349074498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-cant-say-something-nice.html' title='If you can&apos;t say something nice..'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SW22EJ9LXYM/ToPCmZgJ_cI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9ghAbVUkpDw/s72-c/ch-1977f-w-rs06-0807-frogmug-250x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-635057147373163095</id><published>2011-09-10T19:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:08:04.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You walk on streets of gold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;I have so many goals, and I feel like there is not enough time to fufill them. But I think writing them down will help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;I'll tell you all my silly secret LIFE goals. The kind of things that may not all happen, but I do hope they will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650897770182130498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuMcDTn4u_4/TmwFlQ3Au0I/AAAAAAAAB24/BPe1_VUpFLE/s320/jane-goodall-615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://janegoodall.com/"&gt;Jane Goodall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To meet a monkey, like Jane Goodall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To take a road trip with good friends and have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To remember all the things I've done, and tell them to someone else, saying every detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To watch a meteor shower and fall asleep under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To go white water rafting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To learn a sufficient amount of yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To decorate things exactly as I want them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To learn to pay bills, to solve problems, and live independently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To visit another country; it feels odd to know that some people can live their whole lives in one house, one city, one state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To fly, in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To be in a band, it doesn't have to be famous. But how great would it be to sit in a weathered old rocking chair with a large photo album of band photos to amaze tiny grandchildren with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To go on jury duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To sing, my family should know: my voice must filter through a cheese grater before it leaves my mouth. But I can dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To learn to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To join Pottermore. It's so exclusive, and top secret. I must be in the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To plant a tree, a garden, to give back to the Earth that I live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To start a volunteer organization that spirals into a worldwide charity that saves lives and makes people happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To get to know my neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To go to college, and med school, and to become a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To be an extra in a film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To be the best leader there ever was of my future daughter's girl scout troop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To invent an ice cream flavor, name a crayon color, and tell a joke that has never been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To go to Sea World, to swim with a dolphin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To live in an apartment up high, with a pool down below, and a tiny flower garden, and a hot cocoa machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;To attend a major sporting event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;There is so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-635057147373163095?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/635057147373163095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=635057147373163095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/635057147373163095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/635057147373163095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-walk-on-streets-of-gold.html' title='You walk on streets of gold.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuMcDTn4u_4/TmwFlQ3Au0I/AAAAAAAAB24/BPe1_VUpFLE/s72-c/jane-goodall-615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3527882517222569133</id><published>2011-09-06T19:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:03:39.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If only, this lion could be my pet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDEPKArE3HU/Tma1L-oT5KI/AAAAAAAAB2w/heR9_2xCdiA/s1600/lily-31-days-old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649401999978128546" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDEPKArE3HU/Tma1L-oT5KI/AAAAAAAAB2w/heR9_2xCdiA/s320/lily-31-days-old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixdaus.com/single.php?id=281303"&gt;Lily, 31 day old lioness.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today has been hardcore lame, but this lion made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-3527882517222569133?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3527882517222569133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3527882517222569133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3527882517222569133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3527882517222569133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-this-lion-could-be-my-pet.html' title='If only, this lion could be my pet.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDEPKArE3HU/Tma1L-oT5KI/AAAAAAAAB2w/heR9_2xCdiA/s72-c/lily-31-days-old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7572098998409629420</id><published>2011-08-30T19:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:48:06.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>I'm a criminal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ring ring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ada: Who's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Librarian: The library, you returned a DVD case with no DVD in it. Please turn it in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada: OH NO. OHHHH NO. OHHHHHHH MY GOOODNESS WHAAAT?! -sobbing- I am soo..sorry.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking, only joking, but I really felt bad. Plus I only had like a dollar in petty cash to pay the fine he later decided not to give me. I feel like a have a permanent scratch on my spotless library record. A pity really, I was so hoping to keep it perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;JUNIOR YEAR. I'm an upperclassmen. Bahah, I sure don't feel like one. I remember being like 11 and being in awe of all the high school girls. So mature and grownup! I am now what I always was in awe of, a high school girl. But I don't feel mature and grownup like I thought I would. Maybe it kicks in later. I'm short, I get mistaken for a freshman, by most everyone I meet. I'm LUCKY if they think I'm a sophomore instead. Oh well, I guess when I am 30 I'll look 20, and everyone else will look 40. I'm so gosh darn youthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming isn't for  more than a month, but it's such a big deal people make plans for it now. The whole thing ends up costing about as much as a red cap fancy goldfish would cost I just figured out, (care and feeding included). This makes me sad. What a waste of money HC is when I could just be anti social, not go, and stay at home with my new goldfish. I'd name it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naranja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I guess I just want to go because I'd hate to not go, peer pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIRh5sMOnYc/Tl2MFSlF32I/AAAAAAAAB2g/Erc15R3UYlk/s1600/4450283730_6f262440d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIRh5sMOnYc/Tl2MFSlF32I/AAAAAAAAB2g/Erc15R3UYlk/s320/4450283730_6f262440d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646823530307116898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edyus/"&gt;Edyus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe someday, I will get a goldfish. Just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really liking Freelance Whales. (fave song, '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOyM3xdSurQ&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;') It's just nice and peaceful, quirky music.&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea what dubstep is, maybe that makes me clueless. I don't know. All I know is that this video scares the jeebies outta me. It's loud and scary and squealy and I don't appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JEcj2xi9Ctc" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This video made me want to laugh, then cry, then have a nightmare, and now, without even knowing what dubstep is, I hate it. I don't know if you dance to this music, or if you nod appreciatively to it, or just go crazy and shake your arms around. Someone please clarify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-7572098998409629420?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7572098998409629420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7572098998409629420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7572098998409629420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7572098998409629420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-criminal.html' title='I&apos;m a criminal.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIRh5sMOnYc/Tl2MFSlF32I/AAAAAAAAB2g/Erc15R3UYlk/s72-c/4450283730_6f262440d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4940995899036722907</id><published>2011-08-28T20:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:40:07.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel a little guilty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I got on blogger after about two years to find, that in a way..nothing and everything had changed. I feel lost. But what I did notice had stayed the same was my followers. After 365 x 2 days, it remained the same. I have no idea what that says about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two years I have: Moved away from my home, to a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I have made new friends, met new people, at a new school. I started a lot of things and never finished them. Got into trouble, got out of trouble. Made a Twitter. Struggled with school. Got a turtle. Learned to choose my friends wisely. I took a trip to Oregon this summer, and learned that trees can be beautiful. I got involved, which made me feel really good. I'm learning ukulele, (a gift from my aunt and uncle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruuxPltYoEg/TlrpC_66U7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qmz9ywDMiD8/s1600/P1010554.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/-ruuxPltYoEg/TlrpC_66U7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qmz9ywDMiD8/s320/P1010554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646081320589874098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures, and tried to stay connected to everyone and everything. I finally realized it's better to be with a close group of few than a distant group of many. I learned that I like volunteering, and being in charge of things. I learned that I like when people confide in me. I decided I like traveling, fancy chocolate, and being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YwI5p7stKQ0/TlrsOD1Sq-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/abhNknBH5Ps/s1600/Photo4875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YwI5p7stKQ0/TlrsOD1Sq-I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/abhNknBH5Ps/s320/Photo4875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646084809153489890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it into the Children of the American Revolution. I finally started getting into the swing of things here in my new school. Junior year has started now, and I just know it's gonna be a busy year. I feel excited for the future, and all that it has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to start blogging again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-4940995899036722907?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4940995899036722907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4940995899036722907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4940995899036722907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4940995899036722907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-feel-little-guilty.html' title='I feel a little guilty.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruuxPltYoEg/TlrpC_66U7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qmz9ywDMiD8/s72-c/P1010554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3829711958157444503</id><published>2010-02-12T21:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:30:21.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its a snowman epidemic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Yk-NiJ-aI/AAAAAAAABqw/XbqNt6ycPWk/s1600-h/DSC08725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Yk-NiJ-aI/AAAAAAAABqw/XbqNt6ycPWk/s320/DSC08725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437574251299862946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Snow!&lt;br /&gt;Glorious snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;We, this past week: Celebrated Gabby's birthday with donuts in first period. A dentist trip. A car breaking down. An Asian food mart.  A yogurt shop. Photo booth photos. A balsa woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;d bridge catastrophe. Starbucks. Walmart. 3$ shirt bargains. Father-Daughter dance set up. And then lastly, a snowball fight times 4 and a hot cocoa break/ twister game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around and all I see are snowmen, on the roof on the sidewalk, in the road, in the yard. Crappy, realistic, dog-like, clothed, carrot nosed. The best part about making the snow men was that the people helping you didn't have to know you to help--they just helped. At one point we had adults, parents, and kids from down the blog working to make the biggest snowmen ever built. We came across a problem though when the midsection was to heavy to lift with 6 of us working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tommy's birthday! He reached the big double digit age this historic day in time. He got Wii Sports and a Bop it and so we've been Boppin it all day! I know it isn't that cool to just sit at home and try to beat a bop it high score over and over again but---I made it to 46!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Ylcyw89qI/AAAAAAAABq4/pDFMUtlCmnM/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Ylcyw89qI/AAAAAAAABq4/pDFMUtlCmnM/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437574776690112162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Ylvtgu94I/AAAAAAAABrA/J3r9e6gJ_SM/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Ylvtgu94I/AAAAAAAABrA/J3r9e6gJ_SM/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437575101697423234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowmen photos! You'll notice only two photos. But assume there might be more someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a build a bear party, soon. With all my friends and we'd celebrate a new age with a stuffed animal and I'd make--a brown chunky bear with orange boxers and I'd name it Stanley. All together it would cost $14.50. I think its worth it. That together is cheaper than some of the other bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Yo3wCfEhI/AAAAAAAABrI/BMSr6_CxY_A/s1600-h/14585L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Yo3wCfEhI/AAAAAAAABrI/BMSr6_CxY_A/s320/14585L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437578538349695506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3YpBDVubLI/AAAAAAAABrQ/pIUKdO__HZ0/s1600-h/13871L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3YpBDVubLI/AAAAAAAABrQ/pIUKdO__HZ0/s320/13871L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437578698149489842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just go to the Build A Bear website to get your own bear ideas(: It got me all excited.&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-3829711958157444503?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3829711958157444503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3829711958157444503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3829711958157444503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3829711958157444503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-snowman-epidemic.html' title='its a snowman epidemic'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S3Yk-NiJ-aI/AAAAAAAABqw/XbqNt6ycPWk/s72-c/DSC08725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7287070557987980567</id><published>2010-02-02T20:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:11:24.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna toothbrush with that order of fries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;My Idea: I have an obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; with lotion, only the different scented kinds. For instance, if someone told me I could have Sweet Pea BBWorks lotion for the rest of my life. I would get sick of it. But how cool would it be if there was a club where each month they gave you a medium bottle of a different scent BBWorks lotion. So you used up most of the first by the time you got your new one! Maybe that is already around but, cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Math class: When it's not making me learn and get a bigger brain, it's pissing me off. I went to tutorials and asked at le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;ast 20 questions a minute, everyone else in tutorials just saying nothing, and most likely annoyed on the inside. It doesn't help when on the intercom all you hear is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n-Can dancers meet in room C350, Can-Can in C350."&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even know we had a Can-Can club here. Haha, my math teacher is a big help though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched the last part of the Iron Giant, I cried a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;After a friendly visit with my Dentist--who said I had no cavities and gave me a sugar free lollipop which I love, we went to McDonalds. &lt;a href="http://www.drjohns.com/candystore/product/?key=CR104"&gt;Dr John's candy website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Music: Technicolor Eyes by Backseat Goodbye, In My Head by Jason Derulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;My friend Lyna and I made up something for us and our friends called the Sharing Shirt, a plain white shirt with the title of it in black letters on the front. And us 8 or 9 will rotate it out and after we are done wearing and washing it, we sharpie our names on the back to show we were cool and wore the shirt. Feel free to start this trend across America, I think it could be a hit. I claim the fame for the idea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S2oRw26qoMI/AAAAAAAABnI/NkBFAfXynKA/s1600-h/phonefeb2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S2oRw26qoMI/AAAAAAAABnI/NkBFAfXynKA/s320/phonefeb2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434175431448895682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Super Size Me was funny, and it's all about a guy who tries to eat McDonalds every day for (a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;?) and he goes thro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;ugh some drastic changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book: Harry Potter 3-They don't give Hermione Granger enough credit in the book, they just say she has "mousy brown hair" and make her seem almost ugly. But in the movie with Emma Roberts, she is really pretty. (: , The Color Purple, and Things Fall Apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;want, light light light pink nail po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;lish and a Sonic Ice Maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &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/19646251-7287070557987980567?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7287070557987980567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7287070557987980567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7287070557987980567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7287070557987980567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/02/wanna-toothbrush-with-that-order-of.html' title='Wanna toothbrush with that order of fries?'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S2oRw26qoMI/AAAAAAAABnI/NkBFAfXynKA/s72-c/phonefeb2010+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1375753025012459157</id><published>2010-01-28T18:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:55:33.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get those britches off the ground sir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 129px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 129px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/3.png%20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 129px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 112px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/8.png%20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 288px;" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/staticlayoutz/sunshine/graphics/pantsonground/8.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-1375753025012459157?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1375753025012459157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1375753025012459157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1375753025012459157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1375753025012459157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-those-britches-off-ground-sir.html' title='Get those britches off the ground sir.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6425160153861715733</id><published>2010-01-19T20:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:05:58.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His teenage life will never be the same!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1jPRgC9WpI/AAAAAAAABkg/HwQjXrp77ho/s1600-h/2009-beginning2010+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1jPRgC9WpI/AAAAAAAABkg/HwQjXrp77ho/s400/2009-beginning2010+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429317250362202770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip of the week for myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blow your money on each friend's birthday and every holiday, they won't care too&lt;br /&gt;badly if you skip Saint Patty's day to save some green. I feel like I am always blowing my money on&lt;br /&gt;that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train-Hey, Soul Sister&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man-Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superheroes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Geometry Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy from Scooby Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Plaid Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;-Orbit Maui Melon Mint Gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really Liking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking walks with my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I noted that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1Zu4BuUjPI/AAAAAAAABkQ/YdNw2VtY-xg/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1Zu4BuUjPI/AAAAAAAABkQ/YdNw2VtY-xg/s320/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428648309656161522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy didn't care what people thought of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to this guy, he's just entertaining himself by posing and braving&lt;br /&gt;the oddness of it alone, with no iPod--just...his costume. I hope people come to&lt;br /&gt;get their taxes done @ Liberty Tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Community Service"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I woke up at 9 am to help clean a teacher's room simply because it was messy. I got&lt;br /&gt;some cool stuff out of doing it though, like a towel from Japan (SS teacher) and a spiral, pencil bag!&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Suess pencils, and post it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all A's and B's! I managed to slip by this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1jNjyap1GI/AAAAAAAABkY/_eU8wPdpbj8/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1jNjyap1GI/AAAAAAAABkY/_eU8wPdpbj8/s320/DSC00698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429315365507814498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to 1/2 price books to sell some and while we waited we went into a horridly nasty little petshop where the parrots are loose and screaming, the dogs live in cubicles, and the ferrets are held by emos and they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; bite. The aquarium was cool though, fishes are harmless--soundless-and don't mind living in cubes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Way to go you fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&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/19646251-6425160153861715733?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6425160153861715733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6425160153861715733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6425160153861715733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6425160153861715733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/his-teenage-life-will-never-be-same.html' title='His teenage life will never be the same!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S1jPRgC9WpI/AAAAAAAABkg/HwQjXrp77ho/s72-c/2009-beginning2010+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5726185019121307230</id><published>2010-01-14T15:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:44:34.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's only 5 months away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0-Nki8-5xI/AAAAAAAABj4/6yjVg-U8zkY/s1600-h/summerlistrevised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0-Nki8-5xI/AAAAAAAABj4/6yjVg-U8zkY/s400/summerlistrevised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426711735002130194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[[click to enlarge the photo a bunch]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In case you cannot read my scanned notebook paper--it's a summer goals list. It's a little typical but it all makes me excited just thinking about it. Like for one thing. In 5--almost 4 months...I'm gonna be 15! Gonna go from a ghostly white to at least a light light tan hopefully. Get the nerve up to ask someone to stab my ear (ear's pierced). Braces off by then maybe? Train for Cross country next year, not be a freshman. Wave my hair and get girly-er clothes rather than my super awesome sweatshirts(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Get Facebook, have a lemonade stand, sell things, make money, buy things. Form an electric imaginary band call lightning love for cool kids (just joking) I'm on electric drums and maracas. Go camping in a backyard, eat food. Go swimming! Oh and a 6 day summer camp. So you know--just typical stuff. It's gonna be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February in itself will be cool too, cookies and valentines. Birthdays, and things. Today I saw a kid jump on top of another kid in the hallway, get arrested, and then it was like--life went on. Hope next month they learn to share the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5726185019121307230?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5726185019121307230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5726185019121307230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5726185019121307230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5726185019121307230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/summers-only-5-months-away.html' title='Summer&apos;s only 5 months away.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0-Nki8-5xI/AAAAAAAABj4/6yjVg-U8zkY/s72-c/summerlistrevised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8933120741250693317</id><published>2010-01-10T15:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:46:25.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever heard of it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Some sites that just don't get old to me, or that i've actually found useful:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;People of Walmart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hilarious people in wacky outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People complaining in a funny way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog recording what this guy says as he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://watch-movies.me/index.php"&gt;http://watch-movies.me/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Legal' Movie watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badly Done Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.jibjab.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smosh.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.smosh.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know them, your lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.interpals.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.interpals.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen Pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lmgtfy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.lmgtfy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me google that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babelgum.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.babelgum.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the 5 second videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.dafont.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Fonts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://answers.yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/app"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.picnik.com/app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lunapic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.lunapic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web3ny.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.web3ny.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andyslife.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;www.andyslife.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Games like super mario brothers old school.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-8933120741250693317?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8933120741250693317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8933120741250693317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8933120741250693317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8933120741250693317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-heard-of-it.html' title='Ever heard of it?'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4379760092895476980</id><published>2010-01-07T15:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:07:58.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Lautner? Where!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0ZXsc-McBI/AAAAAAAABi4/UdqyhfojdZU/s1600-h/2009-beginning2010+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0ZXsc-McBI/AAAAAAAABi4/UdqyhfojdZU/s400/2009-beginning2010+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424119222417256466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Alex's room of course. I went to my friend's house and she got a life size cardboard of him. Scared me half to death when I walked into her room. It was cool though, if you like staring at him before bedtime, and when you wake up, and when your doing homework...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, and like 6 other girls went to Alex's house and watched the modern Romeo and Juliet movie with Leonardo Decaprio in it. (!!) We ate twizzlers and took pictures of our favorite screens, (what dweebs) like this one happened to make us all laugh out loud. Where it closes in on Leo's face and he's just staring horrified into the camera and it gets quiet. It was like one of those "I see dead people" moments from the sixth sense. Which was a cool movie btw, so was cloudy with a chance of meatballs--thanks to my mom we actually ate spaghetti and meatballs while watching. (: The picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0ZZGtmYyEI/AAAAAAAABjA/rQBvFeTeg9Y/s1600-h/2009-beginning2010+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0ZZGtmYyEI/AAAAAAAABjA/rQBvFeTeg9Y/s400/2009-beginning2010+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424120773069031490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then one of the girls pops out her iphone and goes to facebook. tap tap tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to face book it's snowing guys!"&lt;br /&gt;We all think to check her iPhone before we look out the window to see if it's true. It is! We have a snowball fight and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0ZaBe3VcdI/AAAAAAAABjI/ZaQEitezkGs/s1600-h/2009-beginning2010+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/S0ZaBe3VcdI/AAAAAAAABjI/ZaQEitezkGs/s400/2009-beginning2010+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424121782725865938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My best friend Zoe and I, my eyes are squinting in the cold. I took the picture with my phone camera so they are not the best quality but hey. No cameras perfect. That's why I'm blue and Taylor Lautner is green in the pictures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you had a fun winter break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &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/19646251-4379760092895476980?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4379760092895476980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4379760092895476980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4379760092895476980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4379760092895476980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/taylor-lautner-where.html' title='Taylor Lautner? 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In two weeks. I'm running out of supplies quick. I bet your thinking, "Ada must be all kinds of stupid to lose a freaking pencil bag and then lose another one a week later." But I don't do that sort of thing. So I'm convinced that I had the first one, left it in a class. And someone saw all my my markers and took them then did who knows what with the bag. I was upset because i had lost 12 markers 6 mechanical pencils and some random crap inside it. But I tried to put it all in the past and cheer myself up. So I put 10 markers and 5 pencils as well as a 4 buck BB Works Moonlit path lotion, a sign from my friend, and the oh so memorable Great Wold Lodge bracelet inside a NEW pencil bag figuring it wouldn't happen again. That it was just a one time thing. It's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was on the table in 2nd period. Then after that. Gone. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; you pencil bag taker. You just cost me 17 dollars to replace 22 markers, 11 mechanical pencils, a lotion, pair of scissors, mini calculator, a sign, and a priceless moment, as well as some stickers, and a random hair tie or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone takes your pencils, you thief.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19646251-1862692458793603342?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1862692458793603342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1862692458793603342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1862692458793603342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz6lEMQud1I/AAAAAAAABiw/8O-SwSyFO5U/s1600-h/DSC08583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz6k0GMOLJI/AAAAAAAABio/f2eda0Ccgtk/s1600-h/DSC08579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421952216322682002" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz6k0GMOLJI/AAAAAAAABio/f2eda0Ccgtk/s400/DSC08579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;are awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was fortunate enough to be a part of my aunt's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See practically all of my relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and get a surprise trip to the great wolf lodge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;as santa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I gave everyone of my close friends crazy socks, hello kitty chapstick, poppers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and itty bitty lotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I added some candy canes and put them in awesome boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and made my dad some educational magnets for the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mom got diner dash and some lotion from BB works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ben got some black hair dye he wanted with poprocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tommy got a growing water duck and a m0nopoly game made entirely of chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abe got some tub tints for the bath tub which he used all at once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was kinda cool, the water turned a freaky horror movie black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;gifts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wedding Dash for the DS-because me and my mom can play repetative games for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soft hair curlers, to curl my uncurlable hair in an effortless way whilst sleeping(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl's secret, hair wrap made of foam, you just tear some off and tie it on, pretty entertaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 pack of wonderful scented lotions because all i had left was leaf scented kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Post it note weekly large calender, plus post it notes because i love them so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new sheets, pillow cases, curtains, and shelf box things that make the room look great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;candy! fruit, mint, and strawberry mentos from ben. chocolate from my momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;necklace, ring, earring set from emily its so flipping besutifal i had a dream i was flaunting it about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;popsicle maker, i made some popsicle with tommy and my creative juices are still flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tommy got me a bracelet which is the cutest thing ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for my favorite store target i got a gift card from my aunt sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bag of cookies, from my bestest friend(: and some moonlit body mist from my friend named misty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Pops! book that came with recipes is also from my aunt heather and uncle mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an itunes gift card from them as well as my grandpa which ROCKED my world because from there i got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;itunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like 20 songs i've wanted forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Breakfast Club Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones Audiobook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a music video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;added some podcasts and pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voila! I still have like 15 bucks left for future best hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm very happy right now. I thank everyone a thousand times(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-1040277359055260917?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1040277359055260917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1040277359055260917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1040277359055260917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1040277359055260917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-was-given-for-holidays.html' title='The Things I Was Given for the Holidays'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz6k0GMOLJI/AAAAAAAABio/f2eda0Ccgtk/s72-c/DSC08579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8113934424397546386</id><published>2010-01-01T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:49:02.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Tommy says "Woohoo, it's a happy new year!" So because he's 9, and smart. Believe him, it's gonna be a happy new year. Go Y2K plus 10!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8113934424397546386?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8113934424397546386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8113934424397546386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8113934424397546386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8113934424397546386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1954936315516299579</id><published>2009-12-31T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:48:10.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Texans Can Make Snowmen Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz1-bbu8npI/AAAAAAAABiY/EHmIQskAKrE/s1600-h/2009-beginning2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz1-bbu8npI/AAAAAAAABiY/EHmIQskAKrE/s400/2009-beginning2010+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421628536190181010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It snowed so we made a snowman, simple as that. Except that Mr. Stan the Snowman should have been nice and white. He ended up grassy and kinda crappy looking. We liked him just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;-Ada&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/19646251-1954936315516299579?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1954936315516299579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1954936315516299579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1954936315516299579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1954936315516299579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/12/us-texans-can-make-snowmen-too.html' title='Us Texans Can Make Snowmen Too'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sz1-bbu8npI/AAAAAAAABiY/EHmIQskAKrE/s72-c/2009-beginning2010+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4458515154423474880</id><published>2009-12-31T21:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:15:03.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes AudioBook Review-Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9e/Lovely_bones_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 438px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9e/Lovely_bones_ver2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;In General:&lt;br /&gt;To me, buying the audio book for $ 6.95 on iTunes was much better than paying about 15 $ and shoving it in the bookcase. It was just the fact that Alice Sebold actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; the book to me. Sometimes I just can't keep my eyes open to read for that long. It was well worth it because it was about 10 hours long so it got me to sleep at night for like 2 weeks. Every time I was about to shut off my iPod for the night, something interesting would be read so I would keep it on for another 20 minutes. Doesn't take very much space on the iPod. Like 5 songs worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story:&lt;br /&gt;About a 14 year old girl, Susie Salmon who is killed in a cornfield and tells the story while she looks above from her personal heaven at how the people around her cope. What each person does and how they drastically change in the span of almost ten years. Funny and sad, it kept--like on edge the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Facts:&lt;br /&gt;I rate this 5 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;Movie of this book came out December 11, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ada&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/19646251-4458515154423474880?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4458515154423474880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4458515154423474880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4458515154423474880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4458515154423474880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/12/itunes-audiobook-review-lovely-bones-by.html' title='iTunes AudioBook Review-Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8257303948991368455</id><published>2009-12-31T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:26:46.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got a Butt Call, yeah--a Butt Call. Due to my name Ada, I am usually at the top of people's alphabetical phone lists. So when they stick their phone in their back pocket and sit on it. Their phone will usually call me to have a chat. Sometimes they say the weirdest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring Ring!&lt;br /&gt;Ada: Yo?&lt;br /&gt;--??--: jdskf;fbfdsk;b grrrrrrrrrns;nfdfd;kbndsf;bf; ahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring Ring!&lt;br /&gt;Ada: Hi?&lt;br /&gt;--??--: ahh, pass the chips....thanks dad! so how is the weather in canada gramps. glad you flew in for new years. fbsakjfb;kdjbzkjbbdjflksbsd AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just assume that they butt called me and I should just get over it. One day I told someone, don'tcha just HATE butt calls? Hmm? No. What's a butt call? She had never experienced this problem as her name started with M. I guess it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8257303948991368455?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8257303948991368455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8257303948991368455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8257303948991368455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8257303948991368455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/12/butt-calls.html' title='Butt Calls'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8294172010432899674</id><published>2009-11-05T19:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:10:49.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTjkofGLFI/AAAAAAAABhA/2PigCmo6XQ0/s1600-h/1f3dbd1888baea67039eb655bef20a6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTjkofGLFI/AAAAAAAABhA/2PigCmo6XQ0/s400/1f3dbd1888baea67039eb655bef20a6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401192071606709330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I always find myself wondering what the heck is going on.  I can only follow Spanglish, like half english with some random Spanish words tossed in. It seems like everyone I know is "Half this, or half that" and wouldn't you know it. Me and my family have been full white since forever practically. But people think I am Hispanic (even though I am totally tan-less) which makes for some awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Hola! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;¿cómo estás?&lt;br /&gt;Me: bien...&lt;br /&gt;Kid: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lo siento, no hablo español&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Want some chicle?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gum? Gracias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So I can usually figure out the Spanglish well. Being un-diverse sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so guess what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in trouble at school for having my phone out, and I was taking pictures of my friends in PE which long story short resulted in me sitting with Kinsey in a quiet room for 8 hours. It wasn't that bad. Because 24 others kids were with me too. And we got to eat food. But I'll never take out my camera in school again. Because thats for stupid people. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not stupid, hahaaa(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The pictures are of Abe and I and on the webcam. Abe likes pictures. I added &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family blog links &lt;/span&gt;for your enjoyment so you can see what my bubbas talk about too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Its in the sidebar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;as for homecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool, we all went to macaroni grill and then to homecoming and the I fell asleep at gabby's.  It was way to hyped up over though, but maybe I'm just not getting it. I had a ton of fun though(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTklg1kTiI/AAAAAAAABhQ/i_VKk-XX-3Q/s1600-h/163304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTklg1kTiI/AAAAAAAABhQ/i_VKk-XX-3Q/s320/163304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401193186244972066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTklZskabI/AAAAAAAABhI/4MM7gjvXDKA/s1600-h/163239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTklZskabI/AAAAAAAABhI/4MM7gjvXDKA/s320/163239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401193184328182194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;best little boy ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;-ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19646251-8294172010432899674?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8294172010432899674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8294172010432899674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8294172010432899674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8294172010432899674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/11/que.html' title='Que?'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SvTjkofGLFI/AAAAAAAABhA/2PigCmo6XQ0/s72-c/1f3dbd1888baea67039eb655bef20a6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-860359700200353844</id><published>2009-10-31T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:44:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you owe me a million dollars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuxnXT_ywBI/AAAAAAAABgw/rzpGZtoPGUI/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuxnXT_ywBI/AAAAAAAABgw/rzpGZtoPGUI/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398803703512875026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuxnXVbWYCI/AAAAAAAABg4/hK3wWj9d_Ck/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuxnXVbWYCI/AAAAAAAABg4/hK3wWj9d_Ck/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398803703896891426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because we lost 7 to 37  last night.  Not like I was watching that much anyway. But it was really cool! The first football game I have ever been to. It was amazing to see the packed bleachers and how high up we were. I was with Gabby and Lyna and we stopped and took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the aspect of how our football players were introduced and how the opposing team did it; they had a band and a fog machine while we had a band and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The had 3 times the cheerleaders, but we had more people show up on our side to cheer our team on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Halloween, and Homecoming. I am pretty pumped but honestly, I can't wait till it's all over. I miss the days where I went to school and had the weekend to chill. This week was and is just gonna be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Average joe day.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Teachers packed in lots of tests and hw.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Homecoming Court votes.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Find out the court people. And a parade that got rained on.&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Was the Homecoming Game and the Mums Garters, and Pep Rally.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Homecoming and Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Clean up my mess and never do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-860359700200353844?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/860359700200353844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=860359700200353844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/860359700200353844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/860359700200353844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-you-owe-me-million-dollars.html' title='I think you owe me a million dollars.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuxnXT_ywBI/AAAAAAAABgw/rzpGZtoPGUI/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3890188574916354674</id><published>2009-10-29T18:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:39:57.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It rained on my parade today(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuotWL5hJ2I/AAAAAAAABfY/NTKzzxUD4Tc/s1600-h/facebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuotWL5hJ2I/AAAAAAAABfY/NTKzzxUD4Tc/s400/facebook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398176962531370850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Parade:&lt;br /&gt;But regardless, today was great. I haven't posted anything spectacular in a while but I figure I ought to. I get the feeling that if it wasn't already...my blog is dead! Today was the Homecoming Parade, tomorrow is the homecoming game, and the next day is Halloween and also Homecoming. I am quite excited for it. It is a really BIG deal here. Homecoming shirts and all that, the saddest part is. I bet you a million t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;he other team kicks our butt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween :&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is a ghoul like thing with red eyes and Abe is Davy Crockett for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suoxaebu2EI/AAAAAAAABfg/92dBy0Xu4CE/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suoxaebu2EI/AAAAAAAABfg/92dBy0Xu4CE/s400/bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398181434272700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am reading the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A House on Mango Street&lt;/span&gt; and I just got done reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tid bit:&lt;br /&gt;I have a HUGE want, to go to an aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick fact:&lt;br /&gt;The praying mantis is the only insect that can turn it's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Good Websites I found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webofentertainment.com/2009/10/25-hilarious-defaced-bills.html"&gt;Defaced Bills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.futureme.org/index.php"&gt;Future Me, Email your future self.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I walk to school and so far, I think I am a better person because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been chased by a dog and a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have been asked to smoke 3 times. ( I said no! Then I ran away. )&lt;br /&gt;I have barked at by a dog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind &lt;/span&gt;a fence 43242497 times.&lt;br /&gt;Scared to death because it's dark: 29 times&lt;br /&gt;Approached to chat with a random neighbor: 2 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Neighbors avoided: 3&lt;br /&gt;I have walked to school in the rain about 13 times.&lt;br /&gt;I have walked to school in the rain with a platter of pancakes and managed to keep them moist and hot.&lt;br /&gt;I need a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0fFczEBI/AAAAAAAABgI/ksZT7EbsrSE/s1600-h/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0fFczEBI/AAAAAAAABgI/ksZT7EbsrSE/s400/106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184812000514066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy! All these holidays are coming up and everything is just a blur of things to do.  And we went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camping&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was veryveryvery cool. We went on a paddle boat. And the trees were taller than buildings. Lots of buildings. We were there with a lot of people. It was cold so my mom got an electric blanket. And thick sleeping bags on cots. We made pancakes and ate podered donuts for breakfast with bacon. And for diner we had smores and chicken with potatoes, thank you emily(:  it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0e1QzwBI/AAAAAAAABgA/EOE5D39EUtk/s1600-h/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0e1QzwBI/AAAAAAAABgA/EOE5D39EUtk/s400/101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184807655260178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the paddle boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0e_XZPbI/AAAAAAAABf4/6rwg40cwhq4/s1600-h/096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0e_XZPbI/AAAAAAAABf4/6rwg40cwhq4/s400/096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184810367237554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0erkv63I/AAAAAAAABfw/hPLhtFLhppI/s1600-h/070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Suo0erkv63I/AAAAAAAABfw/hPLhtFLhppI/s400/070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398184805054540658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my dad looks quite happy in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-3890188574916354674?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3890188574916354674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3890188574916354674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3890188574916354674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3890188574916354674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-rained-on-my-parade-today.html' title='It rained on my parade today(:'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SuotWL5hJ2I/AAAAAAAABfY/NTKzzxUD4Tc/s72-c/facebook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3702701410714766516</id><published>2009-10-06T15:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:29:16.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad dog disease-im scared!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Ssujssp0-hI/AAAAAAAABe8/wPTlABpseDw/s1600-h/CAKE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Ssujssp0-hI/AAAAAAAABe8/wPTlABpseDw/s400/CAKE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389581367375100434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exaggeration: I almost died today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened: A dog with out a leash or collar ran up to my back pack in the alleyway and bit it, growled, and ran away. I got the prickly tears of fear in my eyes. I got so close to me, I thought it was gonna jump up and bite me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of having to get myself together and continue walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I am personally looking forward to at the moment are the holidays, all of the good bundle that comes together in the course of 3 months. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then "Snowflake holidays" in my mind. Like Christmas and all that good stuff. Kwanzaa, Humanlight(: haha. I love going to the mini downtown shops and buying gifts for my brothers while they are trying to buy gifts for me and we are all trying to be sly about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in global we have this project on Canada, and I got the cool people group. We made a video and I'll show you in a bit. Just warning you now I may "forget" to post  it because I look horridly stupid in each video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SsumePrj2jI/AAAAAAAABfE/6smSRpLkK0A/s1600-h/watercolor2009sept+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SsumePrj2jI/AAAAAAAABfE/6smSRpLkK0A/s320/watercolor2009sept+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389584417614453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;In highschool latley, all the rage is having a boyfriend you don't talk to.  And talking bunches to the guys you aren't going out with. Which is lame right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 1:&lt;/span&gt; Who's you bf? Like omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 2:&lt;/span&gt; I think his name is Dillan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 1:&lt;/span&gt; Wowww(: He sounds great. You guys talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 2: &lt;/span&gt;No, we text. Which is like talking except we never actually talk face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 1&lt;/span&gt;: You are so cool, I broke up with my bf after 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 2:&lt;/span&gt; I'm fixing to break up with...(searches mind to remember name) Dillan...on Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME right? I just wanted to yell, "Talk to your dang boyfriend!" These are the times when I agree with my mom that texting is for shy losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-3702701410714766516?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3702701410714766516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3702701410714766516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3702701410714766516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3702701410714766516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/10/mad-dog-disease-im-scared.html' title='Mad dog disease-im scared!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Ssujssp0-hI/AAAAAAAABe8/wPTlABpseDw/s72-c/CAKE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4215734492787164500</id><published>2009-09-19T13:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:01:59.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay me three dollars and I will take a picture of your baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SrZ7ocgYemI/AAAAAAAABec/i98hpYCkdRw/s1600-h/babyismodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SrZ7ocgYemI/AAAAAAAABec/i98hpYCkdRw/s400/babyismodel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383626339345005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeeeah, he's a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much. :) Lately he has been eating these things called Mum Mums? Num Mums? Num Nums? I'm not sure, but they look like pieces of foam. Except it's food. Made of rice. I nibbled it. It tastes like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look like a professional photo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mom got me a bendy lamp! I love it. Its on of those lamps that looks like and octopus with bendy legs. Except more like... a lamp. So here it is.  &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/5-Head-Floor-Lamp-Blue/dp/B000WUXQAY/ref=sc_pgc_r_8_0_273148011/192-1769807-9080316?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=1"&gt;clicky.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one other thing. This year is different due to the fact that instead of dressing crazy for Halloween. I am gonna be dressing pretty. Homecoming is on Halloween for High school so, I suppose I am to go?  I think it'll be great though. I've never been to a dance on Halloween so I'm sure if anything it'll be a first. BUT, if I were to wear a costume this year and I was not to be judged-or made fun of for it. I'd wear this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SraCaDjHOYI/AAAAAAAABek/_2_ApBRCAO0/s1600-h/41WBQBWjVWL._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SraCaDjHOYI/AAAAAAAABek/_2_ApBRCAO0/s400/41WBQBWjVWL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383633788708796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I would look like a man/bug wearing pink spandex and I would be free to do as I pleased and rob people of their candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I got this off of Target.com so if you are actually interested in being a Power Ranger for Halloween, now you know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I used to do or always wanted to do, on Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a snotty kid said, "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!"  I always wanted to respond by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Slamming the door.&lt;br /&gt;b) Giving him one measly piece of crappy candy. (which is what I would do)&lt;br /&gt;c) glare silently until he/she walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always organize your candy with your friends before you all eat it. Trade with one another so you each get the most of your favorite candy, mine was the Reese's peanut butter cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SraJ08VkrRI/AAAAAAAABe0/PeH7YmfsRTU/s1600-h/galsses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SraJ08VkrRI/AAAAAAAABe0/PeH7YmfsRTU/s320/galsses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383641947210820882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hit up houses on busy streets you already went to because they usually don't remember you were there 2 hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be friendly and they give you more. Never trick. Its lame. Besides. You'd also have a guilty conscience afterward. (Don't egg houses, fork the yard, soap the yard, plastic wrap or TP the house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SraFo4fTm-I/AAAAAAAABes/fgCMxGUl_Ts/s1600-h/babymodelshoot+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SraFo4fTm-I/AAAAAAAABes/fgCMxGUl_Ts/s400/babymodelshoot+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383637341972962274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So because this post is coming to an end. I have some questions for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever eaten baby food as a non-baby? What was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Homecoming, lame or fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How old is too old to Trick or Treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And lastly, ever TP-ed a house or something similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, have fun on these holidays! Thanksgiving, Halloween, and Winter Formals and dances. Loads of fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-4215734492787164500?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4215734492787164500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4215734492787164500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4215734492787164500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4215734492787164500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/pay-me-three-dollars-and-i-will-take.html' title='Pay me three dollars and I will take a picture of your baby.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SrZ7ocgYemI/AAAAAAAABec/i98hpYCkdRw/s72-c/babyismodel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3121871362182746319</id><published>2009-09-10T17:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:14:22.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am a fountain pen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In honor of my three hundredth post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to look at my oldest posts, I was so young then.&lt;br /&gt;My writing style and the way I actually thought things out  is completely different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmFO-0j_xI/AAAAAAAABd8/9EZ4cZj-iko/s1600-h/ZoeHouse_999+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmFO-0j_xI/AAAAAAAABd8/9EZ4cZj-iko/s400/ZoeHouse_999+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379977722298892050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I yet another picture of Abe, hes so stunning in sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;As my mom put it, he looks like a&lt;br /&gt;"rebel without a cause"&lt;br /&gt;and to imagine he is only 3. Such potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my best friend's little sister has mermaid eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Little green and blue swirl eyes. While my best friend herself has&lt;br /&gt;blue and white ice like eyes. My other best friend has bright green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have brown eyes. Regular brown. But my friends say they have&lt;br /&gt;little gold rings. I like eyes, I like them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmGH72QlLI/AAAAAAAABeE/BRFv6-9fPMY/s1600-h/ZoeHouse_999+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmGH72QlLI/AAAAAAAABeE/BRFv6-9fPMY/s400/ZoeHouse_999+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379978700753245362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With every kid I know this is true, they all love to act things out.&lt;br /&gt;"Pretend I am falling down a volcano!" When all you are really doing is:&lt;br /&gt;Sliding down a McDonald slide on your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we be mermaids? I will be Sierra and you can be Cookie, and Sammy can be Sea shine."&lt;br /&gt;The swimming pool is your only inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of me and my best friend in preschool with some My Little Ponies.&lt;br /&gt;We are making them go through the most random things. Trips to the store and parties.&lt;br /&gt;Kidnappings and...more parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we all do it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmIFjoWEJI/AAAAAAAABeM/AIfuo5IFPfs/s1600-h/ZoeHouse_999+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmIFjoWEJI/AAAAAAAABeM/AIfuo5IFPfs/s400/ZoeHouse_999+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379980858915950738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-3121871362182746319?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3121871362182746319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3121871362182746319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3121871362182746319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3121871362182746319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-i-am-fountain-pen.html' title='Today I am a fountain pen.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqmFO-0j_xI/AAAAAAAABd8/9EZ4cZj-iko/s72-c/ZoeHouse_999+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2350101711410851856</id><published>2009-09-09T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:58:54.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I was mute for the day, the days I chose. Maybe I was tired and didn't feel like answering questions and talking that day. Only listening and nodding yes or no. Smiling occasionally. It seems nice. But not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Imagine how nice people could be if we couldn't speak.  Sometimes speaking ruins it. Your point I mean, sometimes pictures get it across better. I suppose this is also why they say you have to choose your words wisely. Use them well? Less is always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am horrid at getting ideas across. If you know me then you know I cannot think on my feet as well as others.  But I guess that is what speech and debate classes are for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also: A song I used to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBKbk3h-UWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBKbk3h-UWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/19646251-2350101711410851856?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2350101711410851856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2350101711410851856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2350101711410851856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2350101711410851856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish.html' title='I wish.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5519354960339739254</id><published>2009-09-07T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:36:43.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can see it in their eyes, they're having a good time(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV2jp13uBI/AAAAAAAABdk/AOYndkem7BM/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV2jp13uBI/AAAAAAAABdk/AOYndkem7BM/s200/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378835684863227922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to my bfffl Zoe's house and she has one of those popular iPhones. Which everyone has but me, but it is OK because I am in love with my LG Shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We took this picture a while ago and she edited it with some app on her phone and sent it to me through her phone to my email. And bam here it is. Magical.  NOTE: The two symmetrical random pigs. I suppose they are just there because they are cute. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and mom--I'm sorry i am sticking my tongue out yet again in a picture(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so anyway. I hung out at her house for a while and it was loads of fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On to my other news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV7jKwNXqI/AAAAAAAABd0/7X-WHF9X2II/s1600-h/147403-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV7jKwNXqI/AAAAAAAABd0/7X-WHF9X2II/s320/147403-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378841174076120738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to redo my room. Lemme give you a good view of it in vague words.&lt;br /&gt;Average, white walls, window, closet bed, desk, lamp, book shelf. Hot pinkish.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing little puppy print in the corner of the room I hand painted there myself 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I cover it up with signs my friends make me but I am gonna get rid of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the the puppy print(: Not much is really changing in my idea of it.&lt;br /&gt;Black and white comforter maybe someday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zebra print baby(: &lt;/span&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that is a little over the top. Too odd maybe?&lt;br /&gt;With a rug of some sort. New curtains and to paint over&lt;br /&gt;the puppy print. Some posters instead of hand made signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASY ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want this shirt from Smosh.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV620uL4wI/AAAAAAAABds/4ivvqbBIy_c/s1600-h/z199417904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV620uL4wI/AAAAAAAABds/4ivvqbBIy_c/s320/z199417904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378840412247810818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, quick question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone or G Phone?&lt;br /&gt;Smosh Lover?&lt;br /&gt;Any room tips or places I should go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-5519354960339739254?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5519354960339739254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5519354960339739254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5519354960339739254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5519354960339739254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-see-it-in-their-eyes-theyre.html' title='You can see it in their eyes, they&apos;re having a good time(:'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqV2jp13uBI/AAAAAAAABdk/AOYndkem7BM/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8250806070839547153</id><published>2009-09-05T21:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:40:57.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqMc1XEczOI/AAAAAAAABdc/uEl6wcSyiGc/s1600-h/CellphoneHighschool+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqMc1XEczOI/AAAAAAAABdc/uEl6wcSyiGc/s400/CellphoneHighschool+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378174083061828834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"UNLESS someone like you&lt;br /&gt;                 cares a whole awful lot,&lt;br /&gt;                 nothing is going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;                 It's not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to the Arboretum and they had little story book flower houses. Each with a different story. This one was the Lorax, by Dr. Seuss. I absolutely love that book and the cartoon video of it makes me want to cry. I always feel so bad at the end, those last three quotes of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me really want to plant a tree and save the Humming Fish and the Swo-mee Swans and those little Bar-ba-loots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"SO...&lt;br /&gt;                 Catch!" calls the Once-ler.&lt;br /&gt;                 He lets something fall.&lt;br /&gt;                 "Its a Truffula Seed.&lt;br /&gt;                 It's the last one of all!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were books that I have actually never read before--and admission was 1 dollar.  Go flowers. Flower power(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little hut had flowers a slide, the "Once-ler's hut" and a little speak and say tube where you hear them on the other end. Abe had fun with it. Tommy is on the right--waiting his turn to try I suppose. It was cool to look around and just see flowers, and fountains, and little story book huts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.&lt;br /&gt;                  And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.&lt;br /&gt;                  Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.&lt;br /&gt;                  Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;                  Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.&lt;br /&gt;                  Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8250806070839547153?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8250806070839547153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8250806070839547153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8250806070839547153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8250806070839547153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-went-to-arboretum-and-they-had.html' title='UNLESS'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqMc1XEczOI/AAAAAAAABdc/uEl6wcSyiGc/s72-c/CellphoneHighschool+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7550849871334004132</id><published>2009-09-05T12:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:37:56.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Quest-Summer of 09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtk8I0tQI/AAAAAAAABdU/1gnILSVTUhQ/s1600-h/CellphoneHighschool+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtk8I0tQI/AAAAAAAABdU/1gnILSVTUhQ/s320/CellphoneHighschool+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378051755163825410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKm70NIndI/AAAAAAAABc8/tbwj6r3Le9Y/s1600-h/CellphoneHighschool+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKm70NIndI/AAAAAAAABc8/tbwj6r3Le9Y/s400/CellphoneHighschool+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044451590020562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Camp Quest(:&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture of my brother--Ben is holding a chicken. I didn't hold one because chickens are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freeeking creepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of other pictures. It was the first Camp Quest in Texas so there were news reporters lurking around too. Behind bushes and what not--telling us to act natural and pretend there wasn't a team of them with a hundred pounds of equipment on their backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also there was a guy there helping out who is a "Professional Santa Claus" he was hilarious. I took his picture. The place was a farm and also a petting zoo so after a while we got used to the llamas and chickens roaming the place. No joke--there were llamas. There were also a bunch of bunnies, cows, horses, pigs, dogs, cats, chicks, and kangaroos. (awesome right?) We made pottery and my plate bowl thing came out better than a professional.  In my mind anyway. We ran around and it was the best ever. Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtkilskTI/AAAAAAAABdM/DsjkvgHQwuI/s1600-h/CellphoneHighschool+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtkilskTI/AAAAAAAABdM/DsjkvgHQwuI/s320/CellphoneHighschool+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378051748305604914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New born piglets(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtkPkqdGI/AAAAAAAABdE/2iHnuvCC4Os/s1600-h/CellphoneHighschool+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtkPkqdGI/AAAAAAAABdE/2iHnuvCC4Os/s320/CellphoneHighschool+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378051743200998498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The REAL Santa Claus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-7550849871334004132?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7550849871334004132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7550849871334004132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7550849871334004132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7550849871334004132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-went-to-camp-quest-there-is-picture.html' title='Camp Quest-Summer of 09&apos;'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKtk8I0tQI/AAAAAAAABdU/1gnILSVTUhQ/s72-c/CellphoneHighschool+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1949550774516426259</id><published>2009-09-05T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:03:08.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He could be a model and he don't even try(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKIz79CB7I/AAAAAAAABcs/NC71sRMEakE/s1600-h/CellphoneHighschool+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKIz79CB7I/AAAAAAAABcs/NC71sRMEakE/s400/CellphoneHighschool+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378011330882176946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Abe is sporting the latest winter apparel in 100 degree Texas weather. We even walked around the block like that. He piggybacked rode home because he got tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that baby could be a model because he loves to wear either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) lots of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;b) barely anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mmh, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I haven't blogged in a long long time.  So now I am trying to be cool on here again. Because I left for a long time I feel out of some sort of loop. Like I totally missed something. So if your reading this. Fill me in and make me feel cool. A lot of my newer posts will have pictures and actually make&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sense &lt;/span&gt;because I know for like the entire summer my posts made NO sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got slightly lazy with explaining and just wrote key words for my own reference to look back on. But the problem with that is---I am not gonna remember if I use keywords. So later I am gonna write out all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-1949550774516426259?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1949550774516426259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1949550774516426259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1949550774516426259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1949550774516426259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-could-be-model-and-he-dont-even-try.html' title='He could be a model and he don&apos;t even try(:'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqKIz79CB7I/AAAAAAAABcs/NC71sRMEakE/s72-c/CellphoneHighschool+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4251795516061690743</id><published>2009-09-04T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:07:43.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned from highschool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqHH3H2VDwI/AAAAAAAABcM/ZUsierbAHxY/s1600-h/PhoneAugust_2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqHH3H2VDwI/AAAAAAAABcM/ZUsierbAHxY/s200/PhoneAugust_2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377799179870736130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my mommy's old glasses! I think they're spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;1. No one pushes you in a trashcan. There are no trashcans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everything your earlier teachers said "No gum--assigned seats etc.&lt;br /&gt;It'll prepare you for high school" Was a lie. I can do much more now than I could before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walking to school in the morning is fun, even when the neighbors dogs jerk me out of my daze with their annoying barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A lot of people smoke. But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A lot of things are taken both ways-- as a compliment or an insult. So most just don't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Walking home sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We carry everything in our backpack--no lockers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Procrastinating is not a good thing to do in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have had a lot of fun--its been crazy(:&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/19646251-4251795516061690743?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4251795516061690743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4251795516061690743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4251795516061690743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4251795516061690743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-have-learned-from-highschool.html' title='Things I have learned from highschool.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SqHH3H2VDwI/AAAAAAAABcM/ZUsierbAHxY/s72-c/PhoneAugust_2009+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6157783954620414904</id><published>2009-08-03T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:25:20.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, remember me? I used to blog. Sorry):</title><content type='html'>July 20-26, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents leave.&lt;br /&gt;4 Corners with Ben. It is Mocha Monday at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor with Theodore.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ben and Tommys new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned a bit and then came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks free pastry with drink.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh stranger danger.&lt;br /&gt;Abe Me Ben Zita cookies&lt;br /&gt;Watch Abe&lt;br /&gt;Go on a walk&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walmart with mom and abe&lt;br /&gt;pool out back with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool at our friends house.&lt;br /&gt;New Hot water tank is installed&lt;br /&gt;Subway and taking tommy to karate.&lt;br /&gt;Outside walk.&lt;br /&gt;be with abe&lt;br /&gt;sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist, with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;No cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target.&lt;br /&gt;Party City&lt;br /&gt;Chili's&lt;br /&gt;Karate.&lt;br /&gt;Abe was a hobo noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for bens birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Mini Games like Uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Ben's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;Presents.&lt;br /&gt;Water outside.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Plumber.&lt;br /&gt;Pinata.&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;Terminator 2.&lt;br /&gt;Drama Llama&lt;br /&gt;Pool again.&lt;br /&gt;read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Read, Clean, Electrician.&lt;br /&gt;Play with Abe&lt;br /&gt;Theodore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick-Fil-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Concert @ 2:30--Bailed out. Old people.&lt;br /&gt;Science place spy.&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Home. Read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-6157783954620414904?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6157783954620414904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6157783954620414904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6157783954620414904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6157783954620414904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-remember-me-i-used-to-blog-sorry.html' title='Oh, remember me? I used to blog. Sorry):'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-3752855758791768048</id><published>2009-08-03T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:15:23.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ain't a friendly friend then you ain't a friend to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;July 13th-19th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun Things I Did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finished up my tie dye.&lt;br /&gt;I went with my friend on a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with my family(:&lt;br /&gt;Had a sleepover with my other friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam and I watched Juno and that 70's Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home and went to the 4 corners with Ben, took a stroll with Abe&lt;br /&gt;and watched and odd cartoon show called the Tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went and got donuts with Ben and Tommy early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna get the game Super Mario Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;I messed around with our old Keyboard and played "Belle" from Beauty and the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the "Lord of the Flies" book. But everyone says its a rough book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa and grandma came over(:&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brothers went out and got donuts again.&lt;br /&gt;Me and abe went on a random walk.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a fleece no sew blanket again--it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Venus Fly Traps?&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkler Outside.&lt;br /&gt;No water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;The plumber came over.&lt;br /&gt;We played games.&lt;br /&gt;Dum de dum.&lt;br /&gt;Cake and presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;Abe and I walked.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the pool outside, made an obstacle course and played makeshift baseball.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;And my other friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;Plumber and Electrician.&lt;br /&gt;Outside.&lt;br /&gt;Abe and I walked outside.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy got 1st place in Karate Tounament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;We went to our friends house and hung out there.&lt;br /&gt;I played a game with my grandpa(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-3752855758791768048?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/3752855758791768048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=3752855758791768048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3752855758791768048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/3752855758791768048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-going-to-contribute-to-society-and.html' title='If you ain&apos;t a friendly friend then you ain&apos;t a friend to me.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6530995187480729248</id><published>2009-07-10T12:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:12:33.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal, a movie about a lady who marries a man so she won't be deported to Canada. Then they actually end up falling in love. Although the story is in like every other movie. I laughed out loud a lot. Most movies can't get me to do that. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stores to go to again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defiantly ---- Dillards, I would request to go there again. I went and saw a variety of clothes and dresses that renewed my liking for department stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to go to Platos Closet although I have never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I recommend might keep you entertained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bounce houses, Pizza, The pool, and a party in your backyard, more swimming.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friend's house, then after I came home we made orange flubber and homemade ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my dad and my brothers to see fireworks. We got glow in the dark necklaces, and we ate fudge popcorn and ice cream, we even had a game of go fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slept in.&lt;br /&gt;Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;iPod music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-6530995187480729248?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6530995187480729248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6530995187480729248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6530995187480729248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6530995187480729248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1305924102549545718</id><published>2009-07-07T13:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:03:31.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes and things I believed when I was young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are some mini stereo types and random bits in my mind that I always think about. Never bad, just...past experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Women with curly hair and their own children are ALWAYS nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Although red generally is the lucky color in China, for me it is a calming color. Close to home color, you could say.&lt;br /&gt;3. After I get a tan, I stop feeling tan and glowy exactly 2 days after I receive the tan. Even though I still have the tan.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I get a sunburn, I still feel RED even after the sunburn is long gone.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will never eat a hot dog they are made of play-do and puppies.&lt;br /&gt;6. Motorcycles are for killing people, not for riding.&lt;br /&gt;7. Songs are better when you know all the lyrics. No good if you can't sing it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sequels to movies make me barf.&lt;br /&gt;9. There will always be someone wearing something odd in Subway while I order a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ego Sum Nauta -- I am a sailor. (Latin) Best phrase ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-1305924102549545718?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1305924102549545718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1305924102549545718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1305924102549545718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1305924102549545718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/07/stereotypes-and-things-i-believed-when.html' title='Stereotypes and things I believed when I was young.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2839218589106014011</id><published>2009-07-04T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:33:20.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey py-zan-ohs its the super mario brothers super show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sk_Hif_NZLI/AAAAAAAABZ0/-2Ih-8NrUmU/s1600-h/250px-Peace_symbol.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sk_Hif_NZLI/AAAAAAAABZ0/-2Ih-8NrUmU/s400/250px-Peace_symbol.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354717877482906802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK everyone is entitled to at least 1 slow week in the summer. Last week was mine. I didn't do much except read. I went on a sleepover at my neighbor's. 4 corners. We played rock band at which I actually rock at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about rock band is that it is very...repetitive on the drums. Because essentially all drums do is create a rhythm.  Which is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap tap tap...pause...tap tap tap.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we don't have cable at our house so whenever I go to her house her TV is on and I am always stealing a side glance at it until I get bored of it, 5 min tops.  But when we were falling asleep she left the TV on and I didn't know how to turn it off. And after a while the droning commercials and interesting shows were too much! I had to keep watching, I am obviously not used to cable. I stayed up an hour longer than her just in awe over it. I couldn't turn it off so I just attempted to turn the volume down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies and the pool and a LOT of &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/mythbusters/mythbusters.html"&gt;Myth Busters. &lt;/a&gt;The best show ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were some weird stuff that happened this week though, a bird exploded in our back yard.  Don't ask. I went with Ben and Tommy to 4 corners with ten dollars and came back with one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-2839218589106014011?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2839218589106014011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2839218589106014011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2839218589106014011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2839218589106014011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-py-zan-ohs-its-super-mario-brothers.html' title='Hey py-zan-ohs its the super mario brothers super show!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sk_Hif_NZLI/AAAAAAAABZ0/-2Ih-8NrUmU/s72-c/250px-Peace_symbol.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1119162534913118108</id><published>2009-06-27T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:51:44.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springy</title><content type='html'>A wise man once said, "A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs, jolted by every pebble in the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people who don't have springs, luckily I myself am very very springy. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-1119162534913118108?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1119162534913118108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1119162534913118108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1119162534913118108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1119162534913118108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/springy.html' title='Springy'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2911499236805078602</id><published>2009-06-26T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:05:22.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I appreciate you and the things you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found my iPod!&lt;br /&gt;I feel very relieved now.&lt;br /&gt;I found them in the place where it usually is,&lt;br /&gt;silly ada. xD it had me worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Grandpa Bob for the:&lt;br /&gt;Amazing iPod, I have been using it every day since&lt;br /&gt;you gave it to me for the holidays some time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST EVER! I love you Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19646251-2911499236805078602?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2911499236805078602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2911499236805078602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2911499236805078602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2911499236805078602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-appreciate-you-and-things-you-do.html' title='I appreciate you and the things you do.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5124855432728073636</id><published>2009-06-25T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:59:55.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal Jackson died today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Even though I hated him with a passion, it is very surprising that the man died. I saw him as someone who would never die--despite the harm he caused himself and others. I used to watch Saved by the Bell a while back and one of the girls was on a sleepover with a couple others. When asked who she wanted to marry, the girl replied "Micheal Jackson, isn't he dreamy!?" I admit, he was a pleasant person when he was like 15 or so but as time went on. I kinda feel bad, the idol is gone now. He was found at age 50 today, not breathing in his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Britney Spears dies, and Miley Cyrus...I suspect I am gonna have the same feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5124855432728073636?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5124855432728073636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5124855432728073636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5124855432728073636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5124855432728073636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/micheal-jackson-died-today.html' title='Micheal Jackson died today.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4946326950000349483</id><published>2009-06-24T16:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:51:19.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be suprised, it's only a cat 2 inches from your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKeEPPCITI/AAAAAAAABZk/xbruM3hgokM/s1600-h/0623092017-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351013102915821874" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKeEPPCITI/AAAAAAAABZk/xbruM3hgokM/s320/0623092017-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKdOSBVajI/AAAAAAAABZM/hMJWshT8b7Q/s1600-h/0623092017-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I was on the phone looking out the window, I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;People have a habit of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;running &lt;/span&gt;in front of my window, it startles me. Yet it is still my favorite spot to talk on the phone. While I sat and talked I saw, 2 birds. One blue and one black. I also saw 8 kids skateboarding all together and attempting a weird form of basketball with a trashcan. And a couple runners. Last but not least, our neighbor's cat which bravely jumped on my window sill. I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; to cats, and at the same time...I didn't want the cat to leave because it was funny enough to sit there in the first place. I hung up the phone, explaining to them that a cat was 2 inches from my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351012552256635906" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKdkL3pxAI/AAAAAAAABZc/SnDaHsX7w7A/s320/0623092017-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I opened the window a centimeter to keep the cat interested in my house, and screamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BEN, THERE"S A CAT ON THE WINDOWSILL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Ben, and the rest of the family came running. Tommy got it water and we ran out to the front to pet it. I did, even though I'm allergic. I washed my hands and I was relatively fine. Ben on the other hand is massively allergic to cats and took a shower after the encounter. Tommy and Abe had a fun time petting the kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKehMPbqnI/AAAAAAAABZs/GGw0A3cXaOo/s1600-h/0623092018-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351013600328395378" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKehMPbqnI/AAAAAAAABZs/GGw0A3cXaOo/s320/0623092018-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abe grabbed it's tail and it didn't mind, Tommy hugged it. I took pictures. I don't understand why we got so worked up over the neighborhood cat, it seems silly now but gosh that cat scared the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt; outta me when it jumped at my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-4946326950000349483?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4946326950000349483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4946326950000349483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4946326950000349483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4946326950000349483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-be-suprised-its-only-cat-2-inches.html' title='don&apos;t be suprised, it&apos;s only a cat 2 inches from your face.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SkKeEPPCITI/AAAAAAAABZk/xbruM3hgokM/s72-c/0623092017-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-4262891268525434660</id><published>2009-06-22T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:58:53.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this downright insulting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are Pork&lt;br /&gt;``````&lt;br /&gt;You like to think you're the other white meat, but many people don't want anything to do with you.You probably smoke. And it's likely that no body part of yours is off limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the what meat are you quiz and that was my result, I think im more like meat loaf or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the what sesame street character are you quiz and got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Cookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth.You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around.You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speakingHow you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-4262891268525434660?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/4262891268525434660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=4262891268525434660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4262891268525434660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/4262891268525434660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-this-downright-insulting.html' title='I found this downright insulting.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8599221148368510763</id><published>2009-06-21T15:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:48:58.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Week Of Summer, Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday, June 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went with Gabby and saw the movie 17 Again, w/ Zach Effron. I thought it would be stupid but it was actually OK, and some parts were funny and others kinda weird. Then we ended up coming home and watching HSM 3 with her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleepover! Pool @ her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Painted our nails pink, and stopped by Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;We had strawberry smoothies and scratched scrach n sniff stickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gtgPcCdI/AAAAAAAABXs/ESS-U8ArIwY/s1600-h/0615091934-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890110971972050" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gtgPcCdI/AAAAAAAABXs/ESS-U8ArIwY/s200/0615091934-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday, June 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come back from Gabby's and watch Dan In Real Life on Roku. We ate Pizza and Cookies while we watched Mythbusters, then I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday, June 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pool Meetup w/ my mom, Abe, and lil' Theo. We got in the pool and Abe had fun, so did I. Theodore actually took a little swim himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gt71MvRI/AAAAAAAABX0/xMFFP5uvSeY/s1600-h/0617091040-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890118378110226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gt71MvRI/AAAAAAAABX0/xMFFP5uvSeY/s200/0617091040-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to the orthodontist and he blamed everything that goes wrong in my mouth on me, even though I beleive its his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;, it was awesome. I love that guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ran in the sprinkler with Ben, Tommy, and Abe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday, June 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Schlotzkys and Cinnabon w/ my mom, it was good but a subway sandwhich and a cinnamon roll don't go good together I think. They have Rasberry Lemonade there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got clothes for my dad's trip to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went bowling at Strikz with some friends. Abe wanted to lazer tag with Ben and Tommy but he was too little so the man let him run around in the lazer tag arena with me while the game was playing! We got to run and scream in the dark, everyone was giggling at the fact that a 3 year old was running around, Abe was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6guK-7C7I/AAAAAAAABYE/STx-LokGARs/s1600-h/0618091449-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890122445425586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6guK-7C7I/AAAAAAAABYE/STx-LokGARs/s200/0618091449-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Tommy had a TV Plug n' Play Wheel of Fortune showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad leaves for his trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, June 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopping for 5$ Friday! We got water balloons and guns, and set up Abe's waterslide. This is a stupid finger puppet I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6g4pkLT4I/AAAAAAAABYM/eLuq9GB0gys/s1600-h/0619091146-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890302453436290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6g4pkLT4I/AAAAAAAABYM/eLuq9GB0gys/s400/0619091146-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theodrore went to the docter for a shot, brave little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6g5JES6CI/AAAAAAAABYc/NiYW0twFV-E/s1600-h/0619091105-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890310909650978" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6g5JES6CI/AAAAAAAABYc/NiYW0twFV-E/s400/0619091105-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6g45f17pI/AAAAAAAABYU/zo9AmE1YQTo/s1600-h/0619091106-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890306730225298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6g45f17pI/AAAAAAAABYU/zo9AmE1YQTo/s400/0619091106-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picked up Ben and Tommy from Summer Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mythbusters and Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waterballoon fight, water guns, and we played with Abe and his waterslide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swim @ Zoe's and Gabby is there too! Sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday, June 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come back from sleepover. We watched the movie Clue and Ghostbusters and we went to the tennis courts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cleaned, cleaned, cleaned, cleaned, cleaned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waterslide outside! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Oatmeal Brownie Cookies&lt;/span&gt;. VERY GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday, June 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fathers day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my daddy&lt;/span&gt;! Pick dad up at airport, let him sleep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brownie Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are other pictures from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gtQe2DTI/AAAAAAAABXk/IMfuehHdIDQ/s1600-h/0615091932-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890106741624114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gtQe2DTI/AAAAAAAABXk/IMfuehHdIDQ/s200/0615091932-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanapuddin.com/default.aspx"&gt;Right here is where you'll find them.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There used to be this thing at my elementary school, a group of people that called themselves Nana Puddin' and it was high-larious and I was reminded of it when I went to my friends house and she had a little sister with a poster on the fridge of it! I loved nana puddin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a webcam on this computer so we went crazy. Me and Tommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZTnMxRsI/AAAAAAAABZE/SZ9gSonue3c/s1600-h/152818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZTnMxRsI/AAAAAAAABZE/SZ9gSonue3c/s400/152818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350163444558546626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't he look cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZTQ5rzNI/AAAAAAAABY8/yTgmp6mpdwM/s1600-h/152956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZTQ5rzNI/AAAAAAAABY8/yTgmp6mpdwM/s400/152956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350163438572915922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZTG0-XQI/AAAAAAAABY0/ewumKHi1vvc/s1600-h/152741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZTG0-XQI/AAAAAAAABY0/ewumKHi1vvc/s400/152741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350163435868806402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZSm5qiSI/AAAAAAAABYs/34ol0jeKRuw/s1600-h/152701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj-ZSm5qiSI/AAAAAAAABYs/34ol0jeKRuw/s400/152701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350163427298543906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19646251-8599221148368510763?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8599221148368510763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8599221148368510763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8599221148368510763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8599221148368510763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-week-of-summer-happy-fathers-day.html' title='2nd Week Of Summer, Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sj6gtgPcCdI/AAAAAAAABXs/ESS-U8ArIwY/s72-c/0615091934-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8489803331547323182</id><published>2009-06-16T17:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:35:21.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventure of a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;First week o' summer wrap-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Planet, was closed so we went to,&lt;br /&gt;WENDYS&lt;br /&gt;and Roller Skating Rink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdj1BT9xI/AAAAAAAABXU/ztTfZmGVQa4/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdj1BT9xI/AAAAAAAABXU/ztTfZmGVQa4/s200/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057058867672850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the 9th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the "4 corners" with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ate cookies from the cookie store.&lt;br /&gt;Tried the tan stuff, it worked! AND I'm not orange!&lt;br /&gt;EAT THAT SKIN CANCER. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I got a creepy prank call from a kid ben's age and his friends. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdjga0neI/AAAAAAAABXM/R5qKX3JWQ4M/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdjga0neI/AAAAAAAABXM/R5qKX3JWQ4M/s200/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057053337525730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday the 10th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming&lt;br /&gt;Cookie store&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;Tan stuff&lt;br /&gt;Power Outage Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SjgdjCOcWLI/AAAAAAAABXE/IC3th8NBzHY/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SjgdjCOcWLI/AAAAAAAABXE/IC3th8NBzHY/s200/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057045232539826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the 11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Outage&lt;br /&gt;Power Outage some more.&lt;br /&gt;POWER!&lt;br /&gt;Tan stuff&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgd8aScVbI/AAAAAAAABXc/DwZdg4nJMOQ/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgd8aScVbI/AAAAAAAABXc/DwZdg4nJMOQ/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057481188496818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the movie UP! with my daddy and ben and tommy&lt;br /&gt;tan stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;Tan stuff&lt;br /&gt;Actual tanning&lt;br /&gt;at Zoe's house when we swam&lt;br /&gt;had a par-tay&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;TV and Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Zoe's&lt;br /&gt;Pool, tan&lt;br /&gt;tan stuff&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream with dad, ben, and tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdi0cBVkI/AAAAAAAABW8/ulOKFI79ua8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdi0cBVkI/AAAAAAAABW8/ulOKFI79ua8/s200/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057041531393602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I did that I can't remember which day.&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my Science teacher at walmart. AWKWARD!&lt;br /&gt;Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF:&lt;br /&gt;Find iPod which I lost in the power outage.&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas, "I got a feeling" is a song I want on my iPod when I find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8489803331547323182?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8489803331547323182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8489803331547323182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8489803331547323182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8489803331547323182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventure-of-lifetime.html' title='The adventure of a lifetime.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sjgdj1BT9xI/AAAAAAAABXU/ztTfZmGVQa4/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2280260770654364266</id><published>2009-06-11T12:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:53:04.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared of the dark, may I have a candle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It was about six o clock pm. We were sitting in the living room last night and the TV flips to to the weather channel by itself like they do when there is an emergency. It tells us that a massively massive majorly major storm will be in our area in like 15 minutes. We look out the window, it is grey but there is silence and stillness. Psshaw we say, and we clean the living room. 10 minutes later it is raining and rumbling, we are going crazy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPING&lt;/span&gt; the power goes off so we can have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;power outage party&lt;/span&gt;. Minutes later the siren goes off, then the power leaves our home and hits the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dark, and silent except for the eerie siren, we watch out the window at the wind and the rain, thunder louder than ever and lightning. Flashes of white and then a random flash of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tells me that may have been the generator that gives our neighborhood light...exploding. She may have been right been right because we stayed in the dark until 12:30 PM today. What a horrid journey it was. It must have sucked to be a pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we watched the storm, that got boring. Nothing worked--No fridge, stove, microwave,TV, Wii, PS2, Gamecube, Lamps, Light, Hot Water, Chargers, Internet, Phones were weird, Radios and Music. So we got a laptop and watched the Hulk on it until it was time for bed. We had to pee in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to scary movies where every scary scene involves dark restrooms and scary mirrors...peeing frightened me. But I got a lamp so it wasn't pitch black, just dim. BUT, it was still creepy. Then I fell asleep to candle light and thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 AM to only daylight. Still, nothing works. Boring time at home, coloring. Then at 12:3o PM I was lying on the floor asking myself when did the world go wrong and the power beeps on, everything came back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran around turning on every appliance in the house till mama got mad. I love whoever turned the power back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Everything is pretty much rendered useless without power, it must have sucked back in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-2280260770654364266?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2280260770654364266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2280260770654364266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2280260770654364266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2280260770654364266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-scared-of-dark-may-i-have-candle.html' title='I&apos;m scared of the dark, may I have a candle?'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5429065842678291437</id><published>2009-06-10T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:28:23.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH ROBERT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;What the heck Robert! Your supposed to be the worlds hottest guy ever and everyone knows smoking is for creeps. HAA. I never liked Rob anyway, and I still don't understand why people grow obsessions over him. BUT THIS!! AHH OOGIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SjAVJPJPwpI/AAAAAAAABW0/K09cH1XKmWU/s1600-h/91703_vman-outtake-of-robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SjAVJPJPwpI/AAAAAAAABW0/K09cH1XKmWU/s400/91703_vman-outtake-of-robert-pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345796006117098130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Smoking. CREEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went to the pool with Abe and some other little babies, it was a apartment pool and there was this grumpy old man who wanted the hot tub. He got in with all us kids, we cleared out right quick. Then, one baby wanted back in. He also wanted the hot tub bubbles to stop. So he ran over and pushed the stop button, which pissed off grandpa. He looked really mad and he got out and pushed it ON again, so little baby got mad and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I want it OFF!" Then he slammed his foam noodle into the water and splashed the old man in the face. I was watching and I smirked, old man jenkins deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result he yelled at the poor 3 year old "Heeeeyy kiddd, don' youu be pussshhhin the button. This ain't a wadin' pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran and got the kid's dad as I looked back I could see the screaming had not phased the child and he continued to bop the  man on the head with his noodle. I thought the old guy was gonna hit the poor baby, old people have unstable anger management and weight problems. Well some of them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other than that it was pretty fun, babies are cute. Getting old must suck. I swear I'm gonna be a rich cool granny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5429065842678291437?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5429065842678291437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5429065842678291437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5429065842678291437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5429065842678291437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/wth-robert.html' title='WTH ROBERT!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SjAVJPJPwpI/AAAAAAAABW0/K09cH1XKmWU/s72-c/91703_vman-outtake-of-robert-pattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8852985780877635463</id><published>2009-06-09T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:56:59.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy pigg piggles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pigtails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathairstyleareyouquiz/pigtails.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fun loving, sweet, and cute. You radiate happiness and pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of style is wearing the things you love most. And you love colorful, happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are optimistic and open hearted. You find the good in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you refuse to grow up. You are very prone to daydreaming and fantasizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathairstyleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Hairstyle Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that i will start my blog. Not like there is any way i would ever wear pigtails. BUT I am optimistic. :) Ben and Tommy got up this morning to go to a day camp thing. I am too old for it now but oh, how i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;envied&lt;/span&gt; them. I wish i had a camp to go to because i remember it being really fun. I think i am taking a cooking class, but i don't know when it starts. Yay, eating food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8852985780877635463?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8852985780877635463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8852985780877635463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8852985780877635463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8852985780877635463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/piggy-pigg-piggles.html' title='Piggy pigg piggles.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-1588445433661743110</id><published>2009-06-08T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:49:16.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Derby/Bar Mitzvah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Si2GwqtiEwI/AAAAAAAABWs/iY7r9UgTZ7A/s1600-h/anorexicgirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Si2GwqtiEwI/AAAAAAAABWs/iY7r9UgTZ7A/s400/anorexicgirl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345076503415755522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anorexic Girl? Very tall and very skinny.&lt;br /&gt; Poor chick. ?? She didn't smile the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up, went to the stupid orthodontist and he put a bracket on a tooth way in the back of my mouth--I didn't even know there was a tooth back there! It hurts. But then we headed to 'Planet Pizza', but it was closed...forever! So we went to Wendy's and then to this place called Thunderbird (Roller Rink). It looked very old and inside it was filled with Jewish People having some type of party or something. They filled the place. Also there was an anorexic person who didn't look like she was having fun and her three friends were. I felt kinda bad for her even though I have not confirmed the anorexic-ness. Then a fatish-40 year old in tie die started to lose his balance and fell on his back. Hope he's ok. The people there dressed funny and didn't act like people I know do. Yet we all live in TX? Oh well, it was kinda funn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-1588445433661743110?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/1588445433661743110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=1588445433661743110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1588445433661743110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/1588445433661743110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/roller-derbybar-mitzvah.html' title='Roller Derby/Bar Mitzvah?'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Si2GwqtiEwI/AAAAAAAABWs/iY7r9UgTZ7A/s72-c/anorexicgirl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7880397206116884326</id><published>2009-06-07T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:58:10.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so grown up now. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;In 4 years I am gonna be an adult. Crazy huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother got me, a mirror set. It has like lights built in like the movie stars have got.&lt;br /&gt;A volley ball. I have been messing with it all day.&lt;br /&gt;Gardening Mama for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, like Cooking Mama but she gardens now. It is high-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;larious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iKaraoke&lt;/span&gt;-plug it into your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and you can sing to the music, it makes the vocal part quieter for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;MARKERS! I asked for a lot of markers for coloring. :)&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit Path Bath and Body Works Wash&lt;br /&gt;PINK! Apples and Lily Shower Gel&lt;br /&gt;Lavender Pillow Spray from B&amp;amp;B Works&lt;br /&gt;also, i got an interesting gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. Gradual Self Tan Lotion, makes you go from pale to light light tan in a week if used all week. I love it because I always wanted some. Do you know how many times I get made fun of just for being kinda white?! A lot, I can tan but really slowly. And it fades real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt;. So I wanna try it but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; tips or something because I am TERRIFIED of doing it wrong. Also you can just smear it on your hands right because then you unnaturally tan the underside of your hand and that screams FAKE, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; do i need gloves? HA. I feel stupid but it also sounds like when I use it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; look awesome.??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom let me go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; Falls with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Gabby. It was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, we swam all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends called in groups to sing me happy birthday on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Granny and Grandpa. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am saving the most awesome and unique for last. DUN-DUH-DUN-DUNN!&lt;br /&gt;I got a charm bracelet from Brighton! It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, it has hearts and things that symbolize me on there. There was a book on sort of the history of different types of charms I read that was with it. After reading it I got all pumped up and I wanted to add more charms to it. To symbolize different things. I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; chain and the little charms on it, how it is all miniature. That all came from my &lt;a href="http://honey-days.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt Heather&lt;/a&gt; and my Uncle Mike. &lt;a href="http://brighton.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the website for the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the gifts, they are so pretty. I super cleaned my room so I now I feel like having a party inside it. Because it is so clean and filled with cool stuff. Thank you everyone, I love it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-7880397206116884326?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7880397206116884326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7880397206116884326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7880397206116884326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7880397206116884326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-grown-up-now.html' title='I feel so grown up now. ;)'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2135641662917266683</id><published>2009-06-05T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:55:22.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have sworn I was turning 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no, Tomorrow I am actually turning 14. I will be going to Hawiian Falls with my beesst freeenn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mother, for making this possible. Because I know I am annoying to you 24/7. Haha, I try not to be though! I LOVE MY MOM! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-2135641662917266683?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2135641662917266683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2135641662917266683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2135641662917266683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2135641662917266683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-could-have-sworn-i-was-turning-18.html' title='I could have sworn I was turning 18'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2048419388125946255</id><published>2009-06-03T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:29:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is gonna be great!</title><content type='html'>Summer starts June 4th and ends August 25th I think. So like 10 weeks off! A lot can happen in 10 weeks. So I want this stuff to happen too. Maybe you might like to use my check list too? Some of it anyway. Most just applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 407px; height: 205px;" bgcolor="white" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Get a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Get a new haircut. (More layers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Get my ear's pierced? (Maybe not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Braces off--I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Do Summer Project first thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Be kind to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;And my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Use Sunscreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Save my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Spend it on clothes I need at the end of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 447px; height: 634px;" bgcolor="white" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;      &lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Read at least 5 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;See at least 5 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Go to the pool at least 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Clean and Organize like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Hang out with my freeens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Try the "lemon juice" hair trick. (Bleaches strands of hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Quality time w/ my man Theodore. Abe. Tommy. Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Try putting mousse in my hair, (Never done it before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Color with pretty markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Meet Obama, (Someone famous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="white" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td&gt;                        &lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;      &lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Go running with Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Run the mile like it's no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Amusement Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Zoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Cook some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Picnic. (4th of July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Lemonade stand, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Enter a contest and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Sleep away summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Summer classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 305px; height: 122px;" bgcolor="white" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td&gt;                        &lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;      &lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;H Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Learn to play a song on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Try to face paint my own face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Prepare myself for high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/summer08list/thelist.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Draw chalk drawings all over the sidewalks in town&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Pretend to be homeless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Build a cave in the middle of the school football field&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Make something out of popsicle sticks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Roll down a huge hill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Harass some Boyscouts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Cover your body in fake tattoos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Try on a bunch of dresses at a bridal store, with no intentions of marriage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Dress up as Harry Potter in public and hand out Hogwarts invitations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Dress up as zombies and go shopping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Eat Chinese food on top of a car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Fly a kite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Go to Denny's at 2 am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Make fake missing posters for some random pet and hang them up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Go to the zoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Do random cartwheels in front of the library&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Have a picnic on a roof&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Have a fashion show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Buy 5 huge bottles of coke and leave them on random people's doorsteps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Make a pimped out birdhouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Play a game of monopoly- and finish it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Prank call old teachers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Pretend to be Paris Hilton for a day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Play tennis... blindfolded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Seriously protest something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Go to the Beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Inlarge people's pictures in the yearbook, write "Wanted" at the top, and hang them around town&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Send messages in bottles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Look at  the stars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Spend the whole day at the mall going up and down the escalators&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -See a psychic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Send inspiring quotes to some random address via postcard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Spend all morning at Starbucks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Throw a suprise party for someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Carve initials into a tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Run around a random playground&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Learn to breakdance or any dance for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Wear obnoxious make-up in public&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Wear the craziest sunglasses you can find in public&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -TP someone's house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Go swimming with all your clothes on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Dance in the rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Have a water balloon fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Make s'mores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Make cookies in an Easy Bake Oven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Run through a sprinkler and act like you're five&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -Buy a bunch of candy and have a candy party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Take a bunch of random pictures on a disposable camera and get it developed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Chase down an ice cream truck and take your picture with whoever is inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Take your picture with anyone who will let you, get it all on video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Overcome my fear of darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Watch a scary video then, using it as inspiration--make a scary video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Learn to keyboard both computer and the piano looking thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Get groovy and tie die some shirts with my family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Watch the newest movies, (Up)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Go bowling and win a game of laser tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-2048419388125946255?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2048419388125946255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2048419388125946255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2048419388125946255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2048419388125946255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-is-gonna-be-great.html' title='Summer is gonna be great!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-5048582850032319329</id><published>2009-06-03T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:35:14.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abe holding Theodore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHjdz8HG8mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=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/aHjdz8HG8mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my three year old brother holding my one month old brother and my two other brothers and my mom watching it in the background.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to 4 corners as planned. I felt sick, like sneezing with a headache all day and my throat felt itchy due to tissues maybe? I am not sure, tomorrow is my last day of school with no more exams and even a party. I hope I am not sick tomorrow. I did have a strawberries and cream frap my mom let me get when we stopped by on an errand though. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna see the movie Up! I think the chubby guy in that one is cute, as always. Like in bolt--chubby hampster. High-larious. Goonies, --chubby boy--highlarious. Seeing a pattern? I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SibeEekOJ6I/AAAAAAAABWk/peLZlm2x0Lc/s1600-h/Up_Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SibeEekOJ6I/AAAAAAAABWk/peLZlm2x0Lc/s400/Up_Poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343202176427501474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-5048582850032319329?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/5048582850032319329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=5048582850032319329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5048582850032319329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/5048582850032319329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/abe-holding-theodore.html' title='Abe holding Theodore.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SibeEekOJ6I/AAAAAAAABWk/peLZlm2x0Lc/s72-c/Up_Poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6508530285308119404</id><published>2009-06-01T16:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:41:25.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Schedule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SiRKRRUkRlI/AAAAAAAABUM/D8CcdFAvUzs/s1600-h/ZoeAda_May23_2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SiRKRRUkRlI/AAAAAAAABUM/D8CcdFAvUzs/s400/ZoeAda_May23_2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342476718536148562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took my Science Exam, I made a 96!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Tomorrow school lets out at noon, I take my IDS class exam, then Speech (which I can use my review on) then I leave school and go to '4 corners' with my friends and eat lunch, then I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: School lets out at noon again, I take my US History Exam and Essay. Then since I aced the End of Course in Algebra, I don't have to take the final in that class along with like 19 other people. Free Class! Then I leave to go to 4 corners with my friends again. Then I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School lets out at noon, I go to Theater and we have our 'Banquet' no final exam. We will eat donuts my mother will graciously provide and lots of other food. One of my theatre teachers won't be there because she had a baby girl yesterday morning. Then I go to my slacker class AIDE, and we just hang out in there. No final in there either. Leave school and go to 4 corners with my friends. Then I go home forever because it is the last day of middle school! I will get my report card today. Next year I will be a freshman, ahhh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:30-8:30 PM I will be at a party for my friend! Funn stuff. Then I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Maybe swim at the pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: My birthday! I turn 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SiRKu-rAS0I/AAAAAAAABUk/mZigY9ZO1Zk/s1600-h/ZoeAda_May23_2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SiRKu-rAS0I/AAAAAAAABUk/mZigY9ZO1Zk/s200/ZoeAda_May23_2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342477228926061378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zoe were sitting down at 4 corners getting a drink because it was hot outsidee. But it was a lot of fun, then we went to Starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-6508530285308119404?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6508530285308119404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6508530285308119404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6508530285308119404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6508530285308119404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/06/exam-schedule.html' title='Exam Schedule!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SiRKRRUkRlI/AAAAAAAABUM/D8CcdFAvUzs/s72-c/ZoeAda_May23_2009+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8908587748681117494</id><published>2009-05-21T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:31:26.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am gonna miss middle school. I am gonna love highschool.</title><content type='html'>High School seems fun, nerve wracking-- but fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like, it is gonna be one of those things where the people hate freshman then when you get to being a non-freshman you yourself hate them too! Ahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-8908587748681117494?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8908587748681117494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8908587748681117494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8908587748681117494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8908587748681117494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-gonna-miss-middle-school-i-am.html' title='I am gonna miss middle school. I am gonna love highschool.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-2098803315336711203</id><published>2009-05-19T17:47:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:42:36.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama! Wait Up!! I Love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I went to Washington DC: Here is the Itinerary. Also, I had Kinsey, Kelsey, and Gabby in my hotel room with me. It was like a big sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiE3lByI/AAAAAAAABQA/ve-v2K5z7WU/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiE3lByI/AAAAAAAABQA/ve-v2K5z7WU/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697430205171490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday,  May 14th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 AM-Report to Airport.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell ya', driving at 3 am is eerie yet cool because NO ONE is there. The streets are free except for the occasional car or something. We went through security and the entire time I was thinking of this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLuegFZf0_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLuegFZf0_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the airplane and the ladies were ridiculously mean. I hated them by the end of the trip, but not like  hate..just dislike for their stupid blond hair and angry/nice voices asking me if I want pretzels. We went to Union Station and ate food. We found McDonalds and talked to people from all different states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a group photo at Grant's Statue around 2 PM and looked inside the capitol building around 3 PM. The large ceilings and nicely decorated walls were keeping me looking the whole time. In one room the ceiling is pink white and gold! And if you talk in one spot you can hear it across the room in another spot due to echoes. Then we looked at the Supreme Court and the Library of Congress. We stopped off at the 9/11 memorial. For those of you who don't know it is many benches with water under each and people drop their flowers for them in the water to float there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQD7CtWZI/AAAAAAAABRA/nbAnIACIIZk/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQD7CtWZI/AAAAAAAABRA/nbAnIACIIZk/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337698011683051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQDWa4RxI/AAAAAAAABQ4/S0LCaj-azr4/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQDWa4RxI/AAAAAAAABQ4/S0LCaj-azr4/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337698001852319506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQDVYp4eI/AAAAAAAABQw/aORuybT2vbo/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQDVYp4eI/AAAAAAAABQw/aORuybT2vbo/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337698001574552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chiptoles for Dinner at 6PM and waved to people and played "I Spy" by the large clear, glass window while we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRTMj_sNI/AAAAAAAABRg/sH0JzeTbMow/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRTMj_sNI/AAAAAAAABRg/sH0JzeTbMow/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699373595734226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7:30 PM we were waiting to get checked in to the hotel and were talking on the bus, a little boy saw us watching him and started break dancing for us! He was flipping and jumping and then at the end, he looked directly at our bus and bowed and blew kisses. Amazing. We swam in the hotel pool for like 5 min, it wasn't as fun as we thought it would be. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party and all that stuff then we fell asleep at like 12 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNSCFustVI/AAAAAAAABSA/K4bQUA4tT70/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNSCFustVI/AAAAAAAABSA/K4bQUA4tT70/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337700179215430994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday May 15th, 2009 (Favorite Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke at 6:30 AM and got ready and had breakfast which was Waffles, eggs, and sausage. It was pancakes with eggs and bacon, orange juice included! Left at 9AM and stopped at the national zoo! Where me and Kinsey got matching bags that look like this. Everyone wanted one but we slyly didn't tell them where we got them so we could be unique. I got pink lemonade. I took a picture of an emu, zebra, and a chipmunk that wasn't afraid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN-fKRBJI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Z8Vefr6SzPw/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN-fKRBJI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Z8Vefr6SzPw/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695719275955346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN-CrVZJI/AAAAAAAABPI/rF76kw-hOj8/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN-CrVZJI/AAAAAAAABPI/rF76kw-hOj8/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695711630025874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN9iQ_SCI/AAAAAAAABPA/zkcM7Ol4h4U/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN9iQ_SCI/AAAAAAAABPA/zkcM7Ol4h4U/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695702929590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Cathedral was humongous, the pope has been there as well as Martin Luther King and a meteor from space was made into one of the stained glass windows for safe keeping. It is the 8th Largest Cathedral. Everything was watercolor with rainbows and thousands of carvings and artwork. QUICK FACT: Helen Keller is buried in the Cathedral. A life sized Jesus was standing outside of the Cathedral. Standing next to a real guy since the Jesus was made of realistic plaz-teck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOTR7HL7I/AAAAAAAABPY/l2I14t4M0aQ/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOTR7HL7I/AAAAAAAABPY/l2I14t4M0aQ/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696076499988402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOUvykofI/AAAAAAAABP4/vU6i5XCbct0/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOUvykofI/AAAAAAAABP4/vU6i5XCbct0/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696101697102322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOUfNwRFI/AAAAAAAABPw/cgc96EKPwmE/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOUfNwRFI/AAAAAAAABPw/cgc96EKPwmE/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696097247708242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOUDhNL8I/AAAAAAAABPo/u6dwA6n21iM/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOUDhNL8I/AAAAAAAABPo/u6dwA6n21iM/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696089813102530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOTsMUCKI/AAAAAAAABPg/0WDB8_KjPc0/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNOTsMUCKI/AAAAAAAABPg/0WDB8_KjPc0/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337696083551455394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Air and Space Museum and got Tommy and Ben nerd science toys and some pink polish that glows in the dark white! There are floating airplanes on the ceiling and a McDonald's on the roof of the first floor. We walked over to the American History Museum and it was very interesting. We sadly skipped the Hishhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden. Either that or I don't remember. I don't believe we did. National Portrait Gallery. National History Museum. We cracked up at the animals stupid stuffed positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRTQ0bBvI/AAAAAAAABRw/I8lW4sZNGP4/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRTQ0bBvI/AAAAAAAABRw/I8lW4sZNGP4/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699374738376434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRTOSUjXI/AAAAAAAABRo/q-4qlviN2fU/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRTOSUjXI/AAAAAAAABRo/q-4qlviN2fU/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699374058474866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRSmiJtUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/p2h8p3neCPk/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRSmiJtUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/p2h8p3neCPk/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699363387454786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Memorial, on the back of the penny. It was large and almost intimidating to walk up to, I felt as though he was going to stand up and put me in his hand like that movie, The BFG (Big Friendly Giant). I bought a shirt with Obama's face on it. And my mom some bath stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQDM7YOvI/AAAAAAAABQo/R4NUoJ3LhAo/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQDM7YOvI/AAAAAAAABQo/R4NUoJ3LhAo/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697999304276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPitrb-4I/AAAAAAAABQg/3162FpcLwHc/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPitrb-4I/AAAAAAAABQg/3162FpcLwHc/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697441160100738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiQaBy4I/AAAAAAAABQY/J8xxomuoOSE/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiQaBy4I/AAAAAAAABQY/J8xxomuoOSE/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697433302453122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7PM The Hard Rock Cafe, I got Ben some guitar picks because he plays Guitar. Place is great, nice waiters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson Memorial, and the FDR Memorial. Both very pretty in the dark with all the lights. FDR has his dog in the statue with him. A Scottie dog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRSl9mlOI/AAAAAAAABRY/b-2R-4bpAwg/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNRSl9mlOI/AAAAAAAABRY/b-2R-4bpAwg/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337699363234157794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel at 10 PM and I fell asleep at 12 AM&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday May 16th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at 6AM, which was bacon eggs and french toast! I bought a I &lt;3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUIIJUp6I/AAAAAAAABT8/Pn1NDnB-1vg/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUIIJUp6I/AAAAAAAABT8/Pn1NDnB-1vg/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337702481966442402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUH_diLII/AAAAAAAABTw/vRgsQ5JfR7Y/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUH_diLII/AAAAAAAABTw/vRgsQ5JfR7Y/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337702479635295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUHT42z1I/AAAAAAAABTo/d7fjQCfo0DA/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUHT42z1I/AAAAAAAABTo/d7fjQCfo0DA/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337702467938733906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUHNLhhkI/AAAAAAAABTg/62-rbwRHlbQ/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUHNLhhkI/AAAAAAAABTg/62-rbwRHlbQ/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337702466137982530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUHCihysI/AAAAAAAABTY/FRCYQynWVXg/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNUHCihysI/AAAAAAAABTY/FRCYQynWVXg/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337702463281679042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Bus driver was named Daniel, I thought he looked like a nice turtle. We had our own handshake "Pop it, lock it, shoot it, kaboot it" He was in the Navy for 4 years. We went to the Arlington National Cemetery where G Washington was buried, I think I got a tiny tan. It was so overwhelming to see all of the graves. There were thousands, we also watched a "changing of the guards" they practice so hard to do the routine I felt proud to watch it. It goes on 24-7. We stopped by the tomb of the Unknown soldier. I felt like crying.  Random Memorial Pictures and Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN9l-se3I/AAAAAAAABO4/yJ6mLKqsul4/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN9l-se3I/AAAAAAAABO4/yJ6mLKqsul4/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695703926602610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN9ouV68I/AAAAAAAABOw/udv1eg1pc2o/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNN9ouV68I/AAAAAAAABOw/udv1eg1pc2o/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695704663321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQEG5l8KI/AAAAAAAABRI/Gx0oeRNpE_Y/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_cell+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNQEG5l8KI/AAAAAAAABRI/Gx0oeRNpE_Y/s320/WashingtonDC_cell+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337698014866043042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custis Lee Mansion and Iwo Jima memorial, we climbed on the Einstein statue which is the only statue in DC which is meant to be climbed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTHvj41AI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qaoUb97lr9U/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTHvj41AI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qaoUb97lr9U/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337701375855350786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Fuddruckers at 6:30 PM. It was really good. I got two cookies because the adults love me, :P. We stopped by the Vietnam Memorial and the Korean War Memorial, the WWII memorial was the most interesting to me because of the statues of people who looked like they were on the move in camo clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiYDySCI/AAAAAAAABQQ/j9HWcA4z52I/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiYDySCI/AAAAAAAABQQ/j9HWcA4z52I/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697435356645410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiBBrz5I/AAAAAAAABQI/CYez-pADAFk/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Camera+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiBBrz5I/AAAAAAAABQI/CYez-pADAFk/s320/WashingtonDC_Camera+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697429173817234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 PM-Return to Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 17th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 AM Breakfast and we checked out of the hotel and I accidently left behind the I &lt;3 style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTHQvppTI/AAAAAAAABTI/AgT8GWnxhuc/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337701367583188274" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside the Holocaust Museum and it was horrible. The entire place itself was very moving. I bawled my face off. The fact that people would kill others because you have something you cannot control, such as a hair color or birth defect. Tricked and starved. The pictures inside were things I will never forget although I am very glad I know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTHZi5iUI/AAAAAAAABTA/M6Y01DWCFKI/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTHZi5iUI/AAAAAAAABTA/M6Y01DWCFKI/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337701369945622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the National Archives. And then stopped at the Baltimore Airport and got Starbucks. We hung out there and took the trip back to Texas. I can say now I have been to Maryland, Virgina, and Washington DC. I got a pair of Aviators and some other sunglasses and a smushed penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTG0ccxSI/AAAAAAAABS4/LKm64p9eC0c/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTG0ccxSI/AAAAAAAABS4/LKm64p9eC0c/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337701359986459938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was awesome back since I sat with my friends and the veiw driving back that night was so pretty. A kid threw up and it was the most disgusting thing ever because planes are just recylced air. We met cheering and welcome homes at the baggage claim and hugged our daddies and mommies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTGsEJnBI/AAAAAAAABSw/VfqUINLFTA8/s1600-h/WashingtonDC_Phone+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNTGsEJnBI/AAAAAAAABSw/VfqUINLFTA8/s400/WashingtonDC_Phone+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337701357737057298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had so much fun, Ben and Tommy cannot wait to go in 8th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-2098803315336711203?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/2098803315336711203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=2098803315336711203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2098803315336711203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/2098803315336711203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/05/obama-wait-up-i-love-you.html' title='Obama! Wait Up!! I Love you!'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/ShNPiE3lByI/AAAAAAAABQA/ve-v2K5z7WU/s72-c/WashingtonDC_Camera+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-6514873082640522679</id><published>2009-05-12T19:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:57:19.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyy Girl Heyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sgoapw2lToI/AAAAAAAABOI/o6qBW_6dfws/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sgoapw2lToI/AAAAAAAABOI/o6qBW_6dfws/s320/princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335106013364571778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I haven't blogged in a while but I have been doing great. Although I regret to inform you that this year's 8th grade theme is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has a juicy secret and no one can keep them. I like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will notice that Taylor Swift is dressed like a dweeb, she looks EXACTLY like I did in the play. I was a dorky news reporter and I was awesome! The audience laughed very loudly. It must have been pretty good haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Theodore is like 3 weeks old! He fell asleep on my stomach. (: It was cuteee. I am going on a trip with 41 others to Washington DC!! In two days. We are going on an airplane and staying for four days. I think it will be very memorable for me and I am so glad I am going. I will take pictures. We all got red jackets that say "Washington D.C. Class of 2013" Here is me wearing it!! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SgoZCJPOGOI/AAAAAAAABN4/BRpQBA4UnU4/s1600-h/gangsterrrloveerr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SgoZCJPOGOI/AAAAAAAABN4/BRpQBA4UnU4/s320/gangsterrrloveerr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335104233203964130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Abe (hes 3) we were cracking up due to Pee Wee Herman and the Pink Panther. The movie I can watch and never get sick of is School of Rock. I quote it sometimes, but annoying-ly. When the time is right I do. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mothers day we made her a big banner and got her little gifts and things. I love my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;I also went to HMART! Gabby and I took pictures. Here is one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sgoapk6OmcI/AAAAAAAABOA/za9J6EkmqXI/s1600-h/awesomenessss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sgoapk6OmcI/AAAAAAAABOA/za9J6EkmqXI/s320/awesomenessss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335106010158635458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How was your life? Sorry I haven't been on in a whilee. Talk to me, byeeeee. -Ada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-6514873082640522679?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/6514873082640522679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=6514873082640522679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6514873082640522679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/6514873082640522679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyy-girl-heyy.html' title='Heyy Girl Heyy'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/Sgoapw2lToI/AAAAAAAABOI/o6qBW_6dfws/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-7425090453194910336</id><published>2009-04-09T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:51:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is like an invisible friday.</title><content type='html'>Because, today is Thursday. But no school tomorrow so i feel the same way i do on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646251-7425090453194910336?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/7425090453194910336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=7425090453194910336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7425090453194910336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/7425090453194910336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-like-invisible-friday.html' title='Today is like an invisible friday.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646251.post-8617607301083651626</id><published>2009-04-06T18:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:42:38.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Model...I don't get it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Model means to like, give an example right? Well how are you giving an example clothes-wise when you show people this? A model should show what people actually wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSgI8rs4I/AAAAAAAABNw/7_nwPCza6YQ/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSgI8rs4I/AAAAAAAABNw/7_nwPCza6YQ/s200/00060m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726990547137410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSgBjxl2I/AAAAAAAABNo/kWmZMpem0Hs/s1600-h/00170m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSgBjxl2I/AAAAAAAABNo/kWmZMpem0Hs/s200/00170m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726988563617634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSf1o_AnI/AAAAAAAABNg/pm5ZrJ6V4_E/s1600-h/00070m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSf1o_AnI/AAAAAAAABNg/pm5ZrJ6V4_E/s200/00070m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726985364243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSfxpeVrI/AAAAAAAABNY/gVGUolIFleM/s1600-h/00010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSfxpeVrI/AAAAAAAABNY/gVGUolIFleM/s200/00010m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726984292554418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSfh6b4XI/AAAAAAAABNQ/IPJhnSFIrO4/s1600-h/00030m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSfh6b4XI/AAAAAAAABNQ/IPJhnSFIrO4/s200/00030m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321726980068729202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Ada/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I mean, not to be rude but ew. Do people really wear this grandma/hobo looking odd ball stuff on a daily basis? Obviously not  I assume that this is just an exaggeration but why so pale? With bob cuts? And frowns? And ridiculously skinny? In clothes that resembles a mental patient? Not even close to normal. Models, as well as their designers must be psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: When I am reading a magazine and you are advertising a perfume. You might want to have a sample so I can actually smell what you sell. Otherwise, it is pointless telling me how 'good' it smells.&lt;br /&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/19646251-8617607301083651626?l=ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/feeds/8617607301083651626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646251&amp;postID=8617607301083651626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8617607301083651626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646251/posts/default/8617607301083651626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ada-beth-croft.blogspot.com/2009/04/modeli-dont-get-it.html' title='Model...I don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Ada Beth Croft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07833617620985241334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAUtDLj4BNE/TyR091lGzJI/AAAAAAAACE4/jn0jig8zlB4/s220/fgggfggfdgffg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9v_Mwhletw/SdqSgI8rs4I/AAAAAAAABNw/7_nwPCza6YQ/s72-c/00060m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
