<?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-6263745308306058595</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:11:57.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of COURSE that would happen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-788641291915378699</id><published>2010-01-27T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:37:19.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i just need an iPad</title><content type='html'>Sure, it's been over a month since my last post on my regular blog. I'm a procrastinator, I admit it. But last weekend I finally had a great post planned and I was super stoked to create it - WAS is the key word here. Blogger hates me. Or maybe iPhoto hates blogger. The new photos I imported are invisible when I try to upload them. And it was going to be my 100th post too. Of course that would happen. Thanks a lot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. - I'm open for suggestions for potential solutions to this hopefully-not-permanent problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-788641291915378699?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/788641291915378699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-i-just-need-ipad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/788641291915378699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/788641291915378699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-i-just-need-ipad.html' title='maybe i just need an iPad'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-5795145375052173775</id><published>2010-01-27T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:22:40.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the movie challenge</title><content type='html'>You could say I'm a Twilight fan - I read the books and I loved them. It's true. I saw the first movie along with the ridiculous screaming tweeners last year. Was that last year or the year before? Not important. The point is, I am a Twilight fan, so of course I would want to see New Moon, the second movie. Of course I would make multiple plans to go and they would all fall through.... and of COURSE on the night that the plan is a go, it is no longer in theatres! But it was last week when the last plan flopped. Of course that would happen to me. &lt;div&gt;Good news though - I saw Leap Year instead and I bet it was even better than New Moon. Go and see it (unless your name is Alana, in which case you already have and are the reason that I chose to watch it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-5795145375052173775?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/5795145375052173775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/5795145375052173775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/5795145375052173775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-challenge.html' title='the movie challenge'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-6947073475919193924</id><published>2010-01-20T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:19:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't even the worst date i've ever been on</title><content type='html'>so... i'm on this date with *RNH* as we used to call him standing for random new hottie.&amp;nbsp; given to him by my older sister, who is closer in age with him than i am... and we are leaving the restaurant and walking to the car. his car being a honda, fairly new, black, 4 doors... i had just noticed that when he picked me up and when we got out of the car to go into the restaraunt. so we walk back out, and he starts going toward this car, that was dark in color, 2 doors, old.. etc.&amp;nbsp; i was stuck, do i embarass him and tell him that this car isn't his, when you don't even really know him. shouldn't HE be the one who knows what car is his and isn't.&amp;nbsp; i was laughing to myself, waiting for him to notice that it wasn't his car. and he stopped and was like "is this my car?"&amp;nbsp; and i thought, really?? you are asking me? you just met me. and he went to put the key in - and i think that is when he noticed there was only one door on the side we were on.&amp;nbsp; yeppp realll smooth. i tried to change the subject quickly after he was like "uhh this actually isn't my car"... but of COURSe that would happen to him on this date... and of course i woudln't say anything and just laugh to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-6947073475919193924?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/6947073475919193924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-wasnt-even-worst-date-ive-ever-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/6947073475919193924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/6947073475919193924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-wasnt-even-worst-date-ive-ever-been.html' title='it wasn&apos;t even the worst date i&apos;ve ever been on'/><author><name>Lana Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287440687166872412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNjDV2dGfFU/TNSM0by8GII/AAAAAAAAEm4/roZh3ThQPu4/S220/engagement.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-2820747147279625713</id><published>2010-01-19T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:13:16.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>collecting dust</title><content type='html'>I know this blog doesn't actually have the physical capability of collecting dust, unless leaving my laptop open in my bedroom for two weeks with this page displayed counts. Of course we haven't posted anything for the past 3-4 months.  I need to get back into the OCTHW mindset so the blog can survive and thrive. Note to self: pay attention to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-2820747147279625713?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/2820747147279625713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/collecting-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/2820747147279625713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/2820747147279625713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2010/01/collecting-dust.html' title='collecting dust'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-1407103587031722177</id><published>2009-10-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:32:14.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that was egg-sactly what i was thinking!</title><content type='html'>We needed eggs, bread and yogurt. The last couple of days have been tough without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course Brent, Craig and I would each stop at the grocery story after school and purchase these three items - independent and completely unaware of each others' plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we would thus go from no eggs, bread or yogu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/St6I2DBJjvI/AAAAAAAABlk/UKjeq-B-UGQ/s1600-h/IMG_7469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/St6I2DBJjvI/AAAAAAAABlk/UKjeq-B-UGQ/s320/IMG_7469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394899865740873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rt.....to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 72&lt;/span&gt; eggs, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; loaves of bread,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; liters of yogurt within 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;identical&lt;/span&gt; items - the 18-packs of eggs (vs a dozen), whole wheat bread and strawberry-flavored yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we related or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: 1 loaf is missing from the photo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-1407103587031722177?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/1407103587031722177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-was-egg-sactly-what-i-was-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/1407103587031722177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/1407103587031722177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-was-egg-sactly-what-i-was-thinking.html' title='that was egg-sactly what i was thinking!'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/St6I2DBJjvI/AAAAAAAABlk/UKjeq-B-UGQ/s72-c/IMG_7469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-3079658244047755462</id><published>2009-10-02T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:39:14.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody mess</title><content type='html'>Of course I would randomly get a nosebleed one minute after I drive away from my house. Of course I would have no napkins left in my glove compartment and would only find a dirty towel to soak up the blood. And of course I would be holding this smelly towel on my face as a car of hot boys drives up on my left at the red light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-3079658244047755462?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/3079658244047755462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-mess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/3079658244047755462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/3079658244047755462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-mess.html' title='bloody mess'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-1085896171859023295</id><published>2009-09-25T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:40:55.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elevator girl</title><content type='html'>Of course I would see a cute guy at the institute who volunteered to help me carry garbage out to the dumpster...only to find out he's married. Of course we would get introduced and I would find out his name was Justin COMFORT.  Of course I would tell him I knew Brandon Comfort and find out that they are first cousins. Of course he would ask how I knew him and I would tell him through work.  And of course I would see a light bulb go off in his head and he would ask me if i went on a date with Brandon . Of course he would ask me, OUT LOUD, if I kissed Brandon in abnormal circumstance. Of course there would be other people around to hear. Of course I would go tomato red.  Of course he would say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're ELEVATOR GIRL?!". &lt;/span&gt;Of course his family would give me a nickname based on our one night stand. Of course he will never remember my name is Trixie* and of course I will be forever known to that family as elevator girl. Of course this would happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal story from Trixie's* life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(* Names have been changed for obvious reasons)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-1085896171859023295?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/1085896171859023295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/elevator-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/1085896171859023295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/1085896171859023295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/elevator-girl.html' title='elevator girl'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-635527694759989516</id><published>2009-09-22T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:51:46.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just my luck</title><content type='html'>i would decide i want to go down to conference. i would get all excited and get landon excited to take me with him.  i would think that getting the ONE day i need off work would be easy. i would go to work and ask my boss (who is SO intimidating) and ask her for that day off only to be told that the girl i work reception with already has taken that day off-- no conference trip for me - OF COURSE THAT WOULD HAPPEN! but maybe i can come visit you that weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-635527694759989516?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/635527694759989516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/635527694759989516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/635527694759989516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-my-luck.html' title='just my luck'/><author><name>Lana Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287440687166872412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNjDV2dGfFU/TNSM0by8GII/AAAAAAAAEm4/roZh3ThQPu4/S220/engagement.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-6262901912838731861</id><published>2009-09-21T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:17:09.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong way</title><content type='html'>I am driving home downtown with Craig after a long evening. For some reason I mistake my routine right turn for a different road and realize that I'm heading the wrong way on a one way up a hill and there are lights peeking out over the top. I turn right into the only opening I see and it is a dead end parkade entrance door so I can't turn even around.....On top of that, the car that comes over the hill is now trying to turn onto that exact road. Of course that would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-6262901912838731861?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/6262901912838731861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-way-on-highway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/6262901912838731861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/6262901912838731861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-way-on-highway.html' title='wrong way'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-4216964246819897683</id><published>2009-09-21T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:23:44.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic nightmare</title><content type='html'>i would go set up stuff for a picnic that is more important to me that anything i've ever done and needs to be perfect. i would put the blanket out put a jar of candy that has significance on the middle and coolers of food underneath  and then go to pick him up. i would pick him up and have an awkward car ride back, excited because i know the greatness of what i have prepared. i would get back and see that the jar of candy is gone.. only the note remaining and a gummy frog and gummy worm left and be sad only to open the cooler to see that all that is left in there is ice, mustard, tomatoes and one sandwhich.  i would have to try not to cry to call my mom to either take me home or find another solution. OF COURSE THAT WOULD HAPPEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-4216964246819897683?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/4216964246819897683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/picnic-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/4216964246819897683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/4216964246819897683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/picnic-nightmare.html' title='picnic nightmare'/><author><name>Lana Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287440687166872412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNjDV2dGfFU/TNSM0by8GII/AAAAAAAAEm4/roZh3ThQPu4/S220/engagement.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-785461175199660225</id><published>2009-09-21T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:17:50.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drivers ed</title><content type='html'>i need to borrow grandma's car to go pick someone up. i'm already late and stressing about time. she would want to teach me how to drive her prius and make me go on a drive with her around town wasting time i don't have.. and then instruct me about how to use everything.. like the signal lights, gas and breaks. of course that would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-785461175199660225?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/785461175199660225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/drivers-ed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/785461175199660225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/785461175199660225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/drivers-ed.html' title='drivers ed'/><author><name>Lana Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02287440687166872412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QNjDV2dGfFU/TNSM0by8GII/AAAAAAAAEm4/roZh3ThQPu4/S220/engagement.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263745308306058595.post-3972656459837729684</id><published>2009-09-19T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:08:13.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog address</title><content type='html'>The blog address we wanted has already been claimed.....by someone who has never posted on it and probably never will. Of course that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ofcoursethatwouldhappen.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ofcoursethatwouldhappen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263745308306058595-3972656459837729684?l=ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/feeds/3972656459837729684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-address.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/3972656459837729684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263745308306058595/posts/default/3972656459837729684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitwould.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-address.html' title='blog address'/><author><name>jaQ-ee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386494038853557158</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/_RuTfQ9K2O_Q/Sq5LaKN3klI/AAAAAAAABjg/9fxtN4-zYUM/S220/4-up+on+2009-09-13+at+11.13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
