<?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-389151319486177438</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:10:20.543-08:00</updated><category term='Humor'/><category term='blond jokes.'/><category term='nonsense poem'/><title type='text'>D.O.R.K Daughter Of the Risen King</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6939251559354892490</id><published>2011-06-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:16:28.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer has come (along with rain)</title><content type='html'>Well, eventually, the snow melted and the grass began to grow. We were all excited; the prospect of being able to work on our family films excited everyone. (I was affected by it the most, I think.) However, it rained on our parade. Literally. It rained for weeks, which was more than annoying for me, who was working at the time, and would often need to go outside. However, the whole family was thankful that all we had was a little rain compared to the earthquakes that were happening down south. &lt;div&gt;However, that last few days (over the weekend), the sun came out and it got up past eighty degrees. Wonderful! We spent the days outside, doing random things...sadly, however, our camcorders battery died, and we had 'accidentally' lost one of the main pieces to the charger. So I used my handy-dandy debit card and bought a new, albeit cheap, one online. Then...then next day, my mom bought the same one at Target. After &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;was told, by a Target employee, that they didn't sell camcorders at the store. Oh well. We'll now have two, which is actually going to work out very well for us...different angles and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we got the camera yesterday, but didn't have enough actors for any of the shots we wanted to do (We had decided to enlist some friends' help instead of everyone playing more than one character). So instead, we hung out outside, doing nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless you count riding my horse something...though I wouldn't say 'riding' is the correct term; I'd call it, "Megan, you have to obey me and go straight, not sideways!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't seen Tangled, go watch it, and the part with Flynn and Max...that is me and Megs. Oh yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6939251559354892490?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6939251559354892490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-has-come-along-with-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6939251559354892490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6939251559354892490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-has-come-along-with-rain.html' title='Summer has come (along with rain)'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-632277696623438662</id><published>2011-03-18T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:18:19.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world!</title><content type='html'>It seems as if it has been forever since I have posted anything, hasn't it? Oct. 2010 to be exact. Lots of things have changed. We're losing our house. We're having to move. I got a job. Mac and Leia have returned as steaks and hamburger. The lambie jambies are leaving us Monday. Megan will soon be our only large animal left. Tillie is gone. Abby is thirteen. So are Andrei and Viktor. Andrei and Viktor had their Bar Mitzvah. Abby is having her Bat Mitzvah tomorrow. She is so grown up now. Yeah. There is my refresher post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-632277696623438662?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/632277696623438662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/632277696623438662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/632277696623438662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-world.html' title='Hello world!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7848286581766479782</id><published>2011-03-18T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:18:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Have you ever heard a song that was exactly what you were feeling? I listen to Christian radio, KLove, and they play this song, Closer, ever once in a while. It is a new song by Shawn McDonald. It spoke to my heart because I want to be closer to God. I want to be so close...that I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; when I heard Him speak to me. And when I first heard this song, I felt as if it was written for &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, especially at this time in my life. I need to remember who I am, and what my purpose is in life. To be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t16b2yMqME"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt; to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking for a color in a shade of gray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Looking for love in a drop of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Trying to find change in the old mundane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Everything I do just feels the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Spending my life out in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Then gone so long feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer, I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;You can have all of me anything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;A day without you is a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;A day without you is a million tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Tell me what I’m doing wrong when I’m in fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Why do I run when you are so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Spending my life out in the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Been gone so long and I need some shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Where ever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Where ever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want be there with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;You can have all of me anything everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;For I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;You can have all of me anything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just want to be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Looking for a color in the shade of gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Looking for love in a drop of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&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/389151319486177438-7848286581766479782?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7848286581766479782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/03/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7848286581766479782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7848286581766479782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/03/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6338159764412179032</id><published>2011-03-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:19:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving what we cannot keep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;"&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain&lt;/em&gt; that which &lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;he cannot lose&lt;/em&gt;." ~ Jim Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;This quote is one of my favorites in the whole world. I was thinking about the Elliots lately, about their huge sacrifice, and wondered why moving into a four bedroom house in town seemed to terrible. I had my family. My friends. A job. I'm keeping my horse. Sure, I'm going to have to move from my house...but that seems so small compared to what I am keeping, right? I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;I am going to lose the house...so I should just give it up. Let it go. Because I know that whatever I am going to get...I won't lose it. No, I'm not talking about another house, but each time something wrong happens in &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;life, I know who I can fall back on. I know who will be standing right behind me, urging me on, catching me when I fall. It took me sometime to be able to let everything go, but now...I am good. I don't know if we are going to stay in the Bozeman area or not...but it doesn't matter. Because I know I am keeping what matters. I have my family, and my God. I'm all set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;But, please continue to pray for my family. Pray that we will know the path that God chooses for us, and that we have the good sense to actually go down that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&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/389151319486177438-6338159764412179032?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6338159764412179032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/03/giving-what-we-cannot-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6338159764412179032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6338159764412179032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2011/03/giving-what-we-cannot-keep.html' title='Giving what we cannot keep.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1934475528884312041</id><published>2010-10-19T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:33:33.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Knights</title><content type='html'>After a long vacation from blogging, since the competition ended, I have come back to life! (Quote from Night at the Museum 2) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for the past two days, I haven't really had time to do much writing, blog or fanfiction, and the reason is this: Jedi Knights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you mean? I'll explain. Sunday night, my mom and I went on a date, ie, we went to Target. There, not only did I get the new Star Trek on DVD for my own keeping, but also five of the best Star Wars games in one package. (Or so the package said.) One of those games was 'Knights of the Old republic.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hooked. Late nights and early mornings for me since Sunday night. Last night I went to bed at 12:30 am. Yes. Playing Knights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a super fun game, though, and if you're a Star Wars geek and like video games, or just being a part of the action, this is really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or so I think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mom has been using the words, 'Game, gamer, gaming' on me since I've gotten it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least there is a little bit of something for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got, that night at Target, a Yoda T shirt from the little boy's section of the story because the shirt makers won't make them in young woman's sizes. *sigh* what I'll do for Yoda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1934475528884312041?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1934475528884312041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/10/jedi-knights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1934475528884312041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1934475528884312041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/10/jedi-knights.html' title='Jedi Knights'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7551161062956310482</id><published>2010-08-31T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:30:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In less than two weeks, I’ll be turning 17 years old. Wow! 17! I thought that 16 was old, but now, it just seems kind of silly to think of that. Of course, when I turn 18, (which is next years, by the way!), it will seem that 17 is so young. For now, though, I’ll continue to freak out about it until it happens.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last year for my birthday, I went to east Tennessee to visit family down there. This year, I’ll also be traveling, but this time with my family. On my B day this year, we’ll be at Mount Rushmore. I’ve never been there before, but my brothers have. I am excited for it, though. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7551161062956310482?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7551161062956310482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7551161062956310482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7551161062956310482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1105015346712483332</id><published>2010-08-31T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:29:31.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My blog was visited by one of my favorite Author’s today. Terri Farley. Needless to say, I freaked out. It is such an honor, really, and I am thrilled. I have read her book series, “The Phantom Stallion” so many times I’ve lost count. They’re such good books; I highly recommend you read them! The sequel series is called “Wild Horse Island”, is equally good. It took me awhile to get used to them, I was so in love with the first series, but after I read them, I fell in love. They are so good, and Terri is an excellent author, and I am honored to have my blog visited by her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy Trails! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1105015346712483332?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1105015346712483332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1105015346712483332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1105015346712483332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh My Goodness!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2447154692587482061</id><published>2010-08-31T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:25:40.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to my dear best friend, Jade, I now have a Skype account! When I first got my computer, I was wary of the built in webcam. (What? I am not paranoid! Which of my enemies told you that?!) Do you know how easy it is to hack into those things and watch the person on the computer? Real easy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I kept mine off for ever. Then I found out you could make clips of yourself on it, and my siblings and I have taken full advantage of that. We’ve made quite a few little movies that are still funny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s also a good way to take pictures of yourself. My Facebook picture is actually one taken from the webcam. The quality isn’t very good on the picture, but the video is okay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, Jade told me I needed to get a Skype account so we could chat face to face. (I’m in Montana. She isn’t.) Soooo…I headed her word and got one last night!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have yet to talk face to face, my internet always stops working whenever we try. (Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidence! (Gibbs quote!))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re going to try it out again, later today. Hopefully it will work! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish us luck!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2447154692587482061?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2447154692587482061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/skype.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2447154692587482061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2447154692587482061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/skype.html' title='Skype!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1838247650762861399</id><published>2010-08-31T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:25:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Weather! Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not a half an hour after my post about the nice weather, it began to rain. The clouds over head came together and rained and rained. (How annoying!) And if that wasn’t adding enough insult to the injury, it hailed. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, hailed. At the end of August. It’s just not right! It shouldn’t hail in August! And even sadder news; there is snow on the mountains. *sigh* It won’t be long before it reaches the valley I live in, and then we’ll we snowed in! Of course, you can’t see the snow because of the fog surrounding the mountains, but if you peer though, you can see white and greenish blue instead of brown and greenish blue. (The greenish blue part is the trees. Have you even noticed that pine trees, in the distance, looks like its color is more blue than green? Maybe it is just me.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not all dreading winter. It is Star Wars weather. Why, you ask? Because winter was when my family first watched Star Wars. (Well, the prequel trilogy any way.) My siblings and I can go outside and play Hoth all day, and then go sledding. We can have snowball fights, and….uh….have hot chocolate!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I guess winter isn’t all bad, huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1838247650762861399?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1838247650762861399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana-weather-ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1838247650762861399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1838247650762861399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana-weather-ugh.html' title='Montana Weather! Ugh!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7548947114333144617</id><published>2010-08-31T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:56:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was our second day of school. Woke up at 7:30 am, got my chores done and did the easy part of my school, then ended up taking a break and playing clue with Andrew and Viktor. Andrew took a gamble and lost, and Viktor and I are still on. He is a very competitive 12 year old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that, we had breakfast, then did Torah time, which is when we read from the bible. (Funny thing is, it wasn’t in the Torah at all.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also finished &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,&lt;/i&gt; which I had started yesterday, and finished today. Went from Chapter Nine to the end of the book in less than forty-five minutes. (I still prefer Huck Finn to Tom Sawyer. Book wise.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I did math. I loathe math. Especially today. It was really hard. But I got through it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hebrew was somewhere in there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now all I have left is History, which is still kind of shaky at this moment, but we’re getting there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far, day 2 of school has gone well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kudos! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7548947114333144617?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7548947114333144617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/second-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7548947114333144617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7548947114333144617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/second-day-of-school.html' title='Second day of School.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6189697462681017973</id><published>2010-08-31T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:55:09.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;August 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, 2:11 pm. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was actually a good day. It’s a bit chilly, it did rain, but the sun is out now, and the day might actually turn out nice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that doesn’t stop the fact that Mom made chicken noodle soup, homemade style, along with homemade bread. It’s not quite done yet; the noodles still have to finish cooking, as well as the bread. But the base of the soup, Mmm Mmm Good!! It’s a tad different than the usually, but still tastes delicious! I can’t wait to sit down to fresh out of the oven bread and piping hot soup. (Am I making you jealous yet?) Its enough to make my stomach hurt and my mouth water. Soon, but not yet. Good things come to those who wait. Well, I gotta wait on lunch, so it had better be good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6189697462681017973?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6189697462681017973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6189697462681017973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6189697462681017973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7330532419139519667</id><published>2010-08-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:32:25.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Evil Arising.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my brothers, sister and I made a Star Wars film awhile back called 'A new Evil Arising', which takes place before 'Star Wars, Episode 1, the Phantom Menace.' I am a Jedi Knight, my brother Andrei is my Padawan, Landon is a Bounty Hunter, Viktor is the sith that 'goes around stealing babies', and Abby and Andrew are everyone else. &lt;div&gt;We can't get it uploaded to the computer, unless we get a Window's 98, ME or 2000, but we did make a trailer without any clips. Here is what it looks like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1a65fc922a821b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1a65fc922a821b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331845798%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5050A452F8B49F47EE740E8EED30BBAA61059E01.4DD709525068E31BA1DD7CA1891273580A2CCB27%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1a65fc922a821b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0ZAR2vV9VOW66_cBMtxWaBXDecA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1a65fc922a821b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331845798%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5050A452F8B49F47EE740E8EED30BBAA61059E01.4DD709525068E31BA1DD7CA1891273580A2CCB27%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1a65fc922a821b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0ZAR2vV9VOW66_cBMtxWaBXDecA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well? What did you think? Stupid? Horrific? Hurry up and get the computer I need to upload the movie? :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7330532419139519667?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7330532419139519667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-evil-arising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7330532419139519667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7330532419139519667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-evil-arising.html' title='A new Evil Arising.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8652103460611564620</id><published>2010-08-30T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:57:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Weather</title><content type='html'>Starting Saturday, according to Montana weather, summer ended. It was a heartbreaking thing to say good bye to; Warm weather, shorts, the sun, going swimming outdoors, leaving the window open at night, and no mud at the milking station. &lt;div&gt;Not any more. It rained Saturday. It rained yesterday. It rained today. What do you want to bet that'll rain tomorrow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong! I love the rain! Rain is good for the soil, ect. I just don't like the cold. I don't like my fingers freezing as I type, or having to wear a long sleeved shirt. It *shouldn't* be like this until.....I don't know! Middle of September! :( The 's' word was used today in the forecast. *gasp!* :O! (In case you didn't know, the little guy is gasping) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing I have lots and lots of sweaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll also be needed to 'borrow' the blankets in my sister's empty room. (Okay, so technically they are mine, but still!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8652103460611564620?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8652103460611564620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/fall-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8652103460611564620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8652103460611564620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/fall-weather.html' title='Fall Weather'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2973553074531169350</id><published>2010-08-30T18:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:43:55.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan</title><content type='html'>My Megan is such a special horse, she deserves a blog post of her own. &lt;div&gt;She is living in what my family calls the 'samachem,' (Sah-m-ah-kem) (long story) or the 'Summer pasture' with our milk cow, Tillie. When we go to milk, Megan will walk over, much to Tillie's dismay, and lay her lips on my neck. So, I have horse spit trailing down my neck, and I freak out because I'm afraid she'll start to nibble. But, as long as it lasts, she just rests her muzzle on me. When I get tired of it, I'll shoo her off, but then she'll always come back. Then I spray her with milk, and she'll back off for the rest of the milking time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how difficult she may sound, she really is a sweetheart.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/THxdejhH-fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MITkp2kJFOU/s320/Summer+of+Hope+069.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511382823506278898" /&gt;Megan, giving Kelly, my Colombian host sister a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/THxeM7vBstI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Xl01eZhxY00/s320/Summer+of+Hope+214.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511383620281021138" /&gt;She is soooooo beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2973553074531169350?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2973553074531169350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/megan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2973553074531169350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2973553074531169350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/megan.html' title='Megan'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/THxdejhH-fI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MITkp2kJFOU/s72-c/Summer+of+Hope+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5575687108578570829</id><published>2010-08-30T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:29:02.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day back at school .*sigh* not so fun. First off, we had a sorta late start, what with Orli and the vet, but we started. I have math, Biology, Hebrew (Rosetta Stone. I finally learned the difference between 'left' and 'right'! Yay!!) Editor in Chief (I am soo thankful for this! It will help me a lot with my fanfiction writing!) Literature, studying for a literature CLEP test (UGH!) history and I forget the rest. I got everything done today except history, which wasn't my fault. My mom just didn't assign anything to me. :) Tomorrow should end earlier than today, because I already know what to do, and I can start after I finish my chores in the morning, instead of waiting to leave the house. &lt;div&gt;For the rest of you that have started school today, good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5575687108578570829?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5575687108578570829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5575687108578570829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5575687108578570829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3182696909932962063</id><published>2010-08-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:12:10.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando.</title><content type='html'>Orlando, (the cat) who prefers to be called, Orli, has had a tumor on his lip for a few months. At first it started small, but then grew and grew and grew and you get the picture. It was huge, and gross. &lt;div&gt;Friday, we took him to the  vet, because it had gotten so large, it was dragging his eyelid down. Mom had decided enough was enough, and we brought him to the vet before we picked my dad up from the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were waiting, the lady at the desk was asking us if we still had ect. animal, and they mentioned Jay, and if we still had him. From all of the problems I had with dad's heart attack, I could had burst into tears right there. Instead I answered with a curt, 'not any more', and looked down at my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vet said that we would be able to take it off, but there was always the risk that it would grow back in the same place, or on a another place, such as the spleen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We scheduled the surgery for the next Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is today. We woke up at seven am, drove to the vet, dropped Orli off, saw some adorable kittens, got breakfast, started our first day of school, then picked him back up. He was shaved on his face, but the tumor was gone. He looks so much better now! He is staying in the garage over night, and will return to his cat friends in the morning, when I will also start administering medicine or something to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3182696909932962063?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3182696909932962063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/orlando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3182696909932962063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3182696909932962063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/orlando.html' title='Orlando.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8232297171695288440</id><published>2010-08-29T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:00:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemelo Islas</title><content type='html'>So, I've posted a new story on FF.net (FanFiction.net) called Gemelo Islas, meaning 'Twin Islands' in Spanish. As you might have figured, it's about twin islands. It is a Jurassic Park fic about some guy that wants to create another dinosaur park, but he does it on two islands. And you really don't need to understand much about JP to read it; I explain most everything in there. Here is the URL to my page as My Lady Vader, or MLV, as I call my self: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2115252/My_Lady_Vader"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2115252/My_Lady_Vader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please visit and read my stories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8232297171695288440?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8232297171695288440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/gemelo-islas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8232297171695288440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8232297171695288440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/gemelo-islas.html' title='Gemelo Islas'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1916453813518923843</id><published>2010-08-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:51:00.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrei's Dragonfly.</title><content type='html'>This morning, when I woke up, I saw that Andrei had a dragonfly. It was upside down, looking very dead. Andrei then began to tell me of how he rescued it and that it was being eaten by an ant. (EWW!) And that it was still alive. It looked dead to me. I figured he would get tired of it and place it on a tree or something later in the day. &lt;div&gt;I was wrong. He still has it in his room. And it's almost 10 at night. Well, what else would you expect from a boy that has had black widows as pets? Though, personally, I'd prefer the dragonfly to any sort of spider. *shiver*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1916453813518923843?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1916453813518923843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/andreis-dragonfly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1916453813518923843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1916453813518923843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/andreis-dragonfly.html' title='Andrei&apos;s Dragonfly.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5712751715707124628</id><published>2010-08-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:16:03.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>Today, my dad had another heart attack. He is fine now, the doctor said that on a scale of 1 to 10, it was a .1, so he is doing fine. He is going to have to stay at the Hospital tonight, but should be home tomorrow. Please pray for our family, and that my dad will recover fully. &lt;div&gt;Shalom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5712751715707124628?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5712751715707124628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5712751715707124628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5712751715707124628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-338435954190688220</id><published>2010-08-26T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:15:46.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek.</title><content type='html'>For a little over a year, my whole family (with the exception of my mother and father) were huge Star Wars fans, and totally enemies of all Trekkies. Of course, this summer, the family and I have been watching re-runs of 'Star Trek, the Next Generation.' I was almost sold, but not quite. Until I saw 'Star Trek, 2009.' Man, that definitely did it for me. The movie was absolutely great! The best part was watching my mom and dad meet the Original Series characters again as the younger versions. Or something along those lines. One of my Star Wars friends was disappointed in me a bit, but oh well. &lt;div&gt;My mom is wanting to introduce us to the Original Series, so we've been watching them on YouTube.com, and mom has also bought the first season on Amazon.com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the force be with you, and Live long and prosper!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-338435954190688220?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/338435954190688220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/star-trek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/338435954190688220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/338435954190688220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2576623817700368782</id><published>2010-08-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:04:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>So today, by pure happenstance, I found out that someone following my blog is a sister of a friend I have on Howrse.com. Whoa! What a coincidence! I began screaming through the house, telling everyone. The only one who seemed to be excited as me was our rooster, Rojas. &lt;div&gt;So, if you ever read this post, please tell Kenobi that Sabe says hello!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2576623817700368782?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2576623817700368782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2576623817700368782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2576623817700368782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5115026984867546319</id><published>2010-08-26T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:00:00.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late! And Kelly and Ana.</title><content type='html'>As of today, I have done three blog posts since the beginning of the blog competition. I have seven to go before I qualify to win the pizza. I have had a really busy summer (surprisingly). My family hosted two Colombian girls, named Ana Maria and Kelly Johanna. You can learn more about our experience at my mom's blog, &lt;a href="http://neshama-ancientpath.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://neshama-ancientpath.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun with the girls; we went to the fair together, which was probably my favorite time. Kelly and Ana just loved the rides! They screamed and lifted their arms up and waved and laughed. It was hard not to enjoy the time because they were just so full of giggles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought some cotton candy, and shared it with the girls. First Kelly asked (more like begged) for a try. She loved it. Ana saw that her sister was eating something, so she had to have some too. She hared it. The look on her face was priceless!! She wrinkled her nose and spit the candy out, babbling something in Spanish. It was too cute! Kelly then asked me for Ana's share, which I had to give to her, because I am a sucker for adorably cute girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shalom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5115026984867546319?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5115026984867546319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/late-and-kelly-and-ana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5115026984867546319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5115026984867546319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/late-and-kelly-and-ana.html' title='Late! And Kelly and Ana.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3682328596962947525</id><published>2010-08-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:46:16.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As some of you might know, my siblings and I are in the process of making a Star Wars movie, made completely of my brother’s mind. (And other movie situations he was thinking of the time) It is going pretty well; we have quite a few scenes filmed and music placed on them. All they are waiting for is for the rest of the scenes to be filmed and edited, and then placed on a DVD. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, we need another video camera to film the rest of the movie. We were using the camcorder located on a digital camera, but the sound and the quality of the picture isn’t very good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, once we get the new camcorder, we’ll be back in business. We’ll also be able to film more of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Jurassic Park. &lt;/i&gt;(We’ve also been re-making Jurassic Park, for those of you that don’t know.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all, it has been fun, (mostly) and working with my siblings is really good. Especially with something we all enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The finished product will be placed on here when we’re all done. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kudos! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3682328596962947525?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3682328596962947525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/movie-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3682328596962947525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3682328596962947525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/08/movie-update.html' title='Movie Update'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2524752606932591797</id><published>2010-06-30T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:59:41.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Storm.</title><content type='html'>Today we had a freaky hailstorm. It was so bad, it broke my mom's car's windshield. There were cars just sitting in the middle of the roar, waiting for the storm to blow over. (The road wasn't all that busy, anyway.) Thankfully, we got out of there alive, and also, the animals didn't get hurt at all. The storm seemed to miss our house. So far. &lt;div&gt;At least we get homemade fettuccine Alfredo! (Okay, so the Alfredo is homemade. Still good!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2524752606932591797?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2524752606932591797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/06/hail-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2524752606932591797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2524752606932591797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/06/hail-storm.html' title='Hail Storm.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6889221988845820946</id><published>2010-06-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:16:41.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker Mode</title><content type='html'>So, recently, my family has been feeling that it is time to adopt again. Of course, we are not in a financial situation to do that, but God has done bigger things in our lives, right? &lt;div&gt;Anyway, Ethiopia is where we were thinking of adopting from. There were two sibling groups and a single girl that caught our eye. But, we weren't able to go forward with anything, cause we, as I said, aren't in the best financial situation. But after much prayer, we found out that one of the sibling groups are going to be adopted. My mom was happy and sad at the same time, happy because these children are going to find a home, and sad because, frankly, I'm not exactly sure. (I didn't pry. What? There's a first time for everything). We also found out, today, actually, that the family adopting them is living in Bozeman. Montana. Like, less than a half an hour from where we live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mom told me before she went to bed that we'd never be moving from Bozeman. (Even though, we technically live in Belgrade.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am looking forward to meeting these two, wonderful children. (And I know I will. Certainly if my mom has anything to do with it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6889221988845820946?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6889221988845820946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/06/stalker-mode.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6889221988845820946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6889221988845820946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/06/stalker-mode.html' title='Stalker Mode'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7098322730088780933</id><published>2010-06-15T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:20:55.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, today Mom gave my Brother and me a challenge: The one who has the most blog posts by September 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; wins a large Pizza. Of course, I can’t eat a large pizza, but I can do the challenge. Give me a challenge any day, and if it is within my ability, then I’ll do it. So, I accepted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And because of this, all of you get to learn about my semi-boring life!! Yay!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other day, I started a story on FanFiction.net. First of all, I love &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Jurassic&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Park&lt;/i&gt; as well as &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Star&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Wars&lt;/i&gt;, so I thought, last week while my family and I were weeding our front yard (which looks fabulous, by the way,) why not mix two of my favorite fandoms? So I did, and created a story entitled, “Galactic Park”. In reality, it’s pretty much just &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Jurassic&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Park&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Star&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Wars&lt;/i&gt; characters, but I am planning to have my own little twists in it. What? You want to know them? Sorry, you’ll have to read it. You can find it by going to FanFiction.net, then clicking crossovers, and click either &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Jurassic Park &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;, and then it’ll show you the other types of movies, and just click &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Jurassic Park. &lt;/i&gt;Mine will be the only one there. And if there is more than one story, it’ll be called, “Galactic Park” by My Lady Vader. (That’s me!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that’s all for blog post #1. Don’t worry, you’ll get more. Soon. Ish. I hope. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7098322730088780933?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7098322730088780933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-competition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7098322730088780933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7098322730088780933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-competition.html' title='Blog Competition'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8247980209615515361</id><published>2010-04-25T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:36:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Weather.</title><content type='html'>Montana weather is unpredictable. The sun came out two weeks ago, and green has been popping around all over the place. It even got up to 70 degrees the other day. (Gasp!) But, of course, you can't count on continual weather with Montana, so I wasn't surprised when I found that it was snowing while Andrew and I milked. Thankfully, the snow didn't stay long, but the temperature hasn't gotten higher than 60 today. Oh well. It's not summer yet. &lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'd like to dedicate this post to my dear friend, junkrex12345. I finally posted!! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. If my readers are lucky, then I'll post about &lt;i&gt;last &lt;/i&gt;weeks 'Pirate Day'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8247980209615515361?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8247980209615515361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/04/montana-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8247980209615515361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8247980209615515361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/04/montana-weather.html' title='Montana Weather.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8512139192657199294</id><published>2010-03-22T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:34:40.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Much An Update-3-22-2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(This post is a little late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been over a month since I last posted. And I’m sorry. I just don’t find many things to blog about, and when I do, I forget to write it down. Figures. Anyway, lots of things have happened since my last post. My older sister Kylie visited us from Omaha and spent ten days with us. On March 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, my younger sister Abigail turned 12 and started preparing for her Bat Mitzvah. She also started a blog, called, ‘My Mitzvah Journey.’ Also, we are thinking that it is time to adopt again. As nothing is set in stone, except the past, we’re taking this journey one step at a time, but I think that most everyone in our family is ready to adopt once more. We got paper work done to ‘host’ some children from Ethiopia. I am really excited. We have four ‘preferred’ choices of the children. Two sibling groups, one consisting of three sisters, ages 4-8 (That is the group that I am hoping for) then another group of a brother and sister, ages 10 and 16. (My mom feels that they are the ones) and two single girls, 7 and 8. Well, whatever that God has planned for us, I know that He will carry us through. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, Saturday and Sunday, my family got five new lambs. Andrew, Abby and I got ours on Saturday. I got my first ever female. I named her Siri. (A character from the Star Wars galaxy) Andrew named his ‘Sneferu’, which is the Pharaoh before Khufu, and Abby named hers, ‘Bagley Brown Jr.,’ from ‘The Wainscot Weasel.’ Sunday, Andrei and Viktor got their lambs. (Landon’s lamb wasn’t born yet) Andrei named his Padmé, (Also from the Star Wars galaxy) and Viktor named his, ‘Little Dorrit,’ from the Charles Dickens novel. Siri, my lamb, is the smallest. I always get the smallest lamb, except for the first year that we got lambs. Then I got the largest. Anyway, on day one, we fed the first three lambs every two hours, then at night every four hours. Sunday we got the next two. (Because Padmé and Little Dorrit were born on Saturday) We did the same lamb jobs on Sunday as we did on Saturday. And waking the younger children in the middle of the night is not a fun job. Abby needed to be woken up three times before she would leave her bed. Today, all the lambs are doing well and are beginning to follow their ‘mammas’ around, which is the most adorable scene anyone could ever see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOhV1phlI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKGGxsRKhso/s1600-h/101_2811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOhV1phlI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKGGxsRKhso/s320/101_2811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451975158613509714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOgajs2yI/AAAAAAAAALg/WjKTgK9I8bE/s1600-h/101_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOgajs2yI/AAAAAAAAALg/WjKTgK9I8bE/s320/101_2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451975142700538658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOfaTDopI/AAAAAAAAALY/UQ1lVcUhAG8/s1600-h/101_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOfaTDopI/AAAAAAAAALY/UQ1lVcUhAG8/s320/101_2829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451975125450859154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, next Sunday, Leia and Mac, our first twin calves, are going to their summer pasture, which is on another person’s property, two hours away. They’ll stay there for a year or so, and then they’ll be sent to the butchering facility and, well, be butchered. These two babies will be really hard to eat because Leia is our very first female calf, (and for some reason, eating a female just seems distasteful to me) and Mac was our ‘special’ calf that I needed to tube feed. But then I think of the juicy hamburgers my dad makes, and realized that while they’re (being the calves, not the hamburgers) with us, we can have fun with them, but we need to remember that that is what they’re bred for. We’re on a farm, and that’s what we do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the next few days (or weeks, we’re not sure which) my family will also be getting more chickens and also some ducks. Okay, so the ducks were bought by the four younger children and are for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are getting more hens for more eggs, and are getting roasters which we’ll butcher this August. We have raised roasters before, but we weren’t sure how much to feed them, so we feed them too little. By the time that we were ready for ‘harvest’, they were the size or Cornish hens. This time will be better, though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, there you are. An update of what has been going happening on the Heaton homestead in around 700 words. If you’d like more information, you can go to either of my family’s blogs, which will be the only ones I ‘follow’ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly Heaton. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8512139192657199294?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8512139192657199294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-much-update-3-22-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8512139192657199294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8512139192657199294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-much-update-3-22-2010.html' title='Pretty Much An Update-3-22-2010.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S6lOhV1phlI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKGGxsRKhso/s72-c/101_2811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1342528926237426781</id><published>2010-02-16T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:02:11.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my younger brother Andrew's 14th birthday. It seems only yesterday that he was...well, not 14. Anyway, last year he had his Bar Mitzva and dedicated himself to his God. Who knows what great things he'll do this year. Happy birthday bro. &lt;div&gt;From your very proud sister, Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1342528926237426781?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1342528926237426781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1342528926237426781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1342528926237426781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4035922558582349887</id><published>2010-01-27T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:17:22.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for a Mummy</title><content type='html'>Today for History, Mom had me and my brother Andrew, 'Mummify' my other brother, Viktor, then blog about it.&lt;div&gt;Step One: Cut a slit in the left side of the 'victim'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S19tUVLcJjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GaDU4iJJl4s/s320/Molly+086.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431179871682045490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Two: Take out the stomach, the intestines, the liver and lungs. (Liver and Lungs not shown.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S19xCCg9xJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UmkHBlkzfBM/s320/Molly+004.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431183955480921234" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S19xBuSPeYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CcDcD5jhL6E/s320/Molly+001.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431183950050457986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Three: Place Liver, Lungs, Stomach and Intestines in Canopic Jars.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S191WlmNqAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9Kl2gx2QwXw/s320/Molly+002.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188706542069762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S191V_59bNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_j-ajn_iWgM/s320/Molly+005.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188696424344786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Four: Stick your tool into the nose and swish the brain until it becomes soupy. (GROSS!!) However, to make sure all the brain is gone, re-insert the tool and pick out any chunks that might still be in the skull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S194STIvrzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z1xNri_fQFg/s1600-h/Molly+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S194STIvrzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z1xNri_fQFg/s320/Molly+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191931402039090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S1-MzkHbPaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/V8fc9cu1xWU/s1600-h/Molly+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S1-MzkHbPaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/V8fc9cu1xWU/s320/Molly+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431214493128146338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Don't be alarmed if you get a bit of brain such as this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2DNo3uu3rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lidISROdWsY/s1600-h/Molly+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2DNo3uu3rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lidISROdWsY/s320/Molly+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431567252647239346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Five: Place Natron all over the body to dry it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2DNo3uu3rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lidISROdWsY/s1600-h/Molly+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2DREpH2WxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MUz9RfRAwZY/s1600-h/Molly+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2DREpH2WxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MUz9RfRAwZY/s320/Molly+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431571028297276178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Six: After the body has been in the natron salt for 35 days, wrap the body in linen and wrap some amulets into the linen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2IEQsVpRXI/AAAAAAAAALA/NW9sQndDm-4/s1600-h/Molly+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2IEQsVpRXI/AAAAAAAAALA/NW9sQndDm-4/s320/Molly+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431908785388602738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Seven: Have a priest wearing a mask of a Jackal place the funeral mask over the mummy's head. (If no jackal mask is available, use a fake husky stuffed toy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2IK-2dpkYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aMn0I6bJbms/s1600-h/Molly+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S2IK-2dpkYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aMn0I6bJbms/s320/Molly+036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431916175450280322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Eight: Place the mummy in its tomb and seal the door for all eternity. (Or until it gets robbed and/or is found by archeologists.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4035922558582349887?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4035922558582349887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/01/recipe-for-mummy_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4035922558582349887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4035922558582349887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2010/01/recipe-for-mummy_27.html' title='Recipe for a Mummy'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/S19tUVLcJjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GaDU4iJJl4s/s72-c/Molly+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8765293421249637261</id><published>2009-12-21T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:11:00.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago, mom took the children (and me) to the Museum of the Rockies. It had been awhile since we had gone last, and watching &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park &lt;/em&gt;helped spur our love for Dinosaurs again. It was a lot of fun. We snuck in turkey sandwiches for lunch and ate in the area downstairs. When we were done, we went through the different exhibits, starting with Hallway of Growth and Behavior, showing the bones of young dinosaurs. Next was the Hall of Horns and Teeth. After going through the Native American exhibit, mom and the kids went to watch what the people in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tinsly&lt;/span&gt; house do during the fall harvest and I slipped back to the Horns and Teeth to get a picture of the largest T-Rex skull ever found. We had to skip most of the 'Memoirs of WWII' exhibit as it was getting dark, and we still needed to feed our animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_ietGnlOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2Pktu9xUkjc/s1600-h/101_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417797893881304290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_ietGnlOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2Pktu9xUkjc/s320/101_2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrei walking next to a coal trailer in one of the exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_i9JZqF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2QYNiaophkg/s1600-h/101_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417798416873428914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_i9JZqF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2QYNiaophkg/s320/101_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A really awesome old car. That we can't touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_jou7QsdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PrSBLPu_Ujg/s1600-h/101_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417799165680857554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_jou7QsdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PrSBLPu_Ujg/s320/101_2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viktor&lt;/span&gt; pretending to load a canon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_kC9aih4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/4YF9p9i46lg/s1600-h/101_2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417799616246744962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_kC9aih4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/4YF9p9i46lg/s320/101_2401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World's largest T-Rex skull. Taken my me!!&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/389151319486177438-8765293421249637261?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8765293421249637261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8765293421249637261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8765293421249637261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/museum.html' title='Museum!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_ietGnlOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2Pktu9xUkjc/s72-c/101_2386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2484194575889629126</id><published>2009-12-21T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:52:22.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasagna Nght!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Friday, Mom made some wonderful home made lasagna. When she was all done, it totaled fifteen pounds!! We had it for dinner that night for the last night of Hanukkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_byNTEb1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/UxkOYkJ5-Cs/s1600-h/101_2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417790532359581522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_byNTEb1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/UxkOYkJ5-Cs/s320/101_2437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;This is the cottage cheese mixture that mom made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_cey2VGII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pczrhcrUYhY/s1600-h/101_2436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417791298353830018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_cey2VGII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pczrhcrUYhY/s320/101_2436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mozzarella cheese that was grated by hand. (My hand to be exact.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_dOQFFKjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S1xmjrUKJHE/s1600-h/101_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417792113654180402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_dOQFFKjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S1xmjrUKJHE/s320/101_2435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sauce that gave the lasagna it's flavor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_esaGTNZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gElqDqcySgU/s1600-h/101_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417793731251352978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_esaGTNZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gElqDqcySgU/s320/101_2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the finished product...with four layers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_fMJPBL5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/olIZYXqHGqo/s1600-h/101_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417794276480331666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_fMJPBL5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/olIZYXqHGqo/s320/101_2433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done!! Except for the cooking part...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2484194575889629126?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2484194575889629126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/lasagna-nght.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2484194575889629126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2484194575889629126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/lasagna-nght.html' title='Lasagna Nght!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sy_byNTEb1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/UxkOYkJ5-Cs/s72-c/101_2437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-373034570551683451</id><published>2009-12-06T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:07:42.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow and...more snow.</title><content type='html'>My dad told me that on Monday, it's supposed to get to be -56 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt;. Cold. We have our barn all fixed up. All are animals are snuggly warm. And I should be heading off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night all!&lt;br /&gt;~Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-373034570551683451?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/373034570551683451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-snow-andmore-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/373034570551683451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/373034570551683451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-snow-andmore-snow.html' title='Snow, Snow and...more snow.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2390794377034842425</id><published>2009-12-01T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:21:33.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl.</title><content type='html'>Today, Pearl died. She was a pure white parakeet that we got from our friends. I have no idea how, why or when she died. I saw only three birds in the cage, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked at the bottom of the cage, and there she was. It was very sad. Hopefully, we wont do the same with her as we did with Fifi and wait a few months after she died to bury her.&lt;br /&gt;~Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2390794377034842425?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2390794377034842425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/pearl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2390794377034842425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2390794377034842425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/pearl.html' title='Pearl.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6153826202099162411</id><published>2009-12-01T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:15:19.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry once again!!</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks have been busy for me, so thats why I've not posted anything. But hopefully, with one school subject finished, I'll start again.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6153826202099162411?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6153826202099162411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6153826202099162411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6153826202099162411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-once-again.html' title='Sorry once again!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1209061397520756828</id><published>2009-10-31T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:56:24.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver!!</title><content type='html'>I got my driver's license on Thursday!! The test was pretty easy, but the lady that took me made me kinda nervous. But, all in all, I did it!!&lt;br /&gt;~Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1209061397520756828?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1209061397520756828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/driver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1209061397520756828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1209061397520756828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/driver.html' title='Driver!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-474096310129435461</id><published>2009-10-24T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:46:54.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday. The day I was to go home. I woke up earlier then I needed to. I laid in bed, half of me wanting to stay and the other half wanting to go home. Finally, I got up and made sure I had everything ready for when it was time to leave. The night before, Aunt Wanda gave me a big bag to put my clothes in because my suitcase couldn’t fit everything in. All my clothes were packed and everything was ready. (Except for my Grandma’s thimble.) I left my room and found Aunt Wanda and Uncle Lee awake. I wasn’t too hungry, so I just had a can of Sierra Mist and two oatmeal cream pies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After we had everything loaded into the car, we drove to the airport. My plane left at &lt;st1:time hour="5" minute="35"&gt;5:35 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. I decided last minute to just put my clothes on the plane and carry my *huge* computer bag and suitcase full of gifts for my family. Before I went through customs, we prayed and I hugged them both. After promising to come back in may for the family reunion, I went through. I had on my camouflage &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tennessee&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; hat and the “Tennessee Volunteers” sweater I got from Christie, Emma and Chloe, my huge red suitcase and my handbag. I had to go to the end of the airport for my gate. The plane was small. It was also late. There was fog in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Charlotte&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, so we were delayed about half an hour. I silently prayed that we wouldn’t be too late and that I would make my next plane on time. Fifteen minutes later, the plane took off. I thanked God and then fell asleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I woke as we were about to land in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Charlotte&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I got off the plane and grabbed my bags and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;ran&lt;/i&gt; to my next gate. I was about ten minutes early, so I called my mom. (It was six in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Montana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.) Then we had a little argument on how long the last plane trip was. Then the plane was boarding, so I had to hang up. Once on the plane, there was no room for my red suitcase to be placed in the area above me, so I had the get the *grumpy* flight attendant to find another place for it. After the flight took off, I fell asleep once more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I woke two hours later. We still had one hour left to go, so I took out the book, “The Goose Girl”, and read it. By the time the plane landed, I really needed to use the bathroom. (I have a HUGE fear about using the bathroom on the plane.) I ran to the first bathroom I saw. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It took me awhile to find my next gate…I needed to take a train from Concourse C to B. My legs were numb from walking so long while holding the heavy computer case and lugging the suitcase with me. But, this was to be my last flight. Finally, after walking for fifteen minutes, run ins with very rude flight attendants, I found it. They were just about to board, but I had enough time to call my mom. I needed to place both bags onto the little train that would load them up onto the plane because I was sitting in the very front row and there was no room for me to place the bag in any of the areas. The person I was sitting next to commented on my Tennessee Volunteers sweater. (He was not a fan of them.) I, not really caring anything about football, just shrugged and smiled and said my cousin gave it to me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about a subject I didn’t know anything about. That seemed to “shut him up” about it ‘cause he didn’t say anything else about it. Mentally wiping my brow in relief, I listened as the flight attendant commented on the woman in the row right across from ours accent. It sounded Russian to me, so I guessed that. The man sitting next to me thought either English or Canadian. When the woman got off the phone, the attendant asked her. She was from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Poland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Then they talked about that awhile, while I listened in pretending to gaze out the window. (Okay, I was really looking out of the window.) Soon, the hour flew by, and I was landing in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Montana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. I got up and walked out. I had to wait for my two bags to be let out. Someone asked me if I was ready for the ‘Gators to beat the Volunteers, I just smiled. Soon, I had my bags and walked out. I entered the airport and walked down the lane that lead to the main area. My younger siblings were right out there holding a sign that read;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Welcome Home Molly!” I grinned as I walked up. My mom and dad Andrew weren’t there. I asked Andre where they were, and he said looking for me upstairs. Then there they were. I hugged my dad first, then my mom. My mom kept taking pictures of me. (only one of them was good.) We grabbed my bright green and orange bag and headed to the car. We stopped by Lee and Dad’s grocery store to pick up things for the dinner we were having on Sunday night, then we headed to Taco Time for my lunch. (I hadn’t eaten since &lt;st1:time hour="4" minute="0"&gt;4:00 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Montana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; time. We then drove home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we got home, I gave everyone their presents. Mom’s was first; it was August Rush . (In case you don’t remember from before.) Then the boys’. It was the lego Hoth battle station. They all said, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Whoa!!” At the same time and ran up stairs to play it. Abby loved her shirt and headbands. Andrew, at first, didn’t know what the animal on his keychain was, then realized it was a fox. (A very cute fox.) He loved the bear, especially the chocolate that came with it. Then it was Dad’s turn. A simple gift that I knew he would love. A picture frame that said,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“ Enjoy the simple things.” It held a picture of my dad and his mom. He teared up at it (just as Aunt Wanda and I speculated) and thanked me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dinner was some pasta and chocolate cake, then, I went onto Howrse.com. It was so good to talk to my friends again! First I chatted with HORSEYU, then when she went off, I chatted with TWINHORSES. They were both glad to “see” me. Then I went off and watched Psych with my family, nibbling at my cake. When we were all done, I went to bed, exhausted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-474096310129435461?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/474096310129435461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/474096310129435461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/474096310129435461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5260881363632987403</id><published>2009-10-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:05:19.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today. Aunt Wanda and I were going to meet Uncle Ronny at the Olive Garden, then head over to where my grandma and grandpa (plus other family members) were buried. (Very morbid, one might think. Not I, however…:p) Aunt Wanda and I headed out after I had finished packing. We talked along the way. I was very excited to be able to see my Uncle again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We arrived at The Olive Garden before he did. Aunt Wanda wanted to park so that she could just drive out, and not have to back up and turn around, so we went for a bit of a wild drive as Aunt Wanda attempted to back into the parking space. After about seven minutes, we were parked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were only a few cars in the parking lot, most of which were the waiters/waitresses. Soon Uncle Ronny showed up. Aunt Wand and I got out of the car and Uncle Ronny came over and gave me a hug. Then Aunt Wanda took some pictures of us. (I don’t look very good on one…but the other one is nice. lol) Uncle Ronny handed me a present, and we all walked in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The waitress showed us our table, and we ordered. Then, Aunt Wanda wanted to take more pictures, and the waitress was walking by when she asked if we wanted her to take a picture of all three of us. Aunt Wanda said yes, thank you, and walked over to the other side of the table where Uncle Ronny and I were sitting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While we waited for our lunch to come, Uncle Ronny asked me if I was a bit afraid when I came. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;thought he meant coming on the airplane, so I said, a little bit, but it was easy. Then, while we were all confused, he said that he meant coming to see the family. I mentally slapped my head and said that I wasn’t really nervous because I still remembered them pretty well, and I felt more excited. Then Aunt Wanda got me to open the present. It was a lovely smelling lotion. I was soooooo happy, as I had just finished my last bottle. (My hands dry out very quickly.) There was also a card that contained $25 and a “happy birthday” note from him and Aunt Lisa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we were done eating and the bill had been paid, we took separate cars ‘till we reached a small little store, where I slipped into the back seat, Aunt Wanda into “shotgun”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and Uncle Ronny into the drivers seat. Then we made our way to the cemetery. Once there, we went to my grandma’s and Grandpa’s grave and took a few pictures. Then we looked for the grave stone of “George Washington Heaton”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I think it was Heaton, but Aunt Wanda couldn’t remember if that was his last name) (Long story of why I would want to see his grave.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we were done, we had decided to go visit my Aunt Lisa. She was at the hospital that she worked at, so we drove over there, (not before stopping to get a drink). It was good to see her soon. We shared a cute story about me when I was younger. Then we had to go. We drove back, dropped Uncle Ronny back at his car, then Aunt Wanda and I drove home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Later, we went to where Emma had her cheerleading practice. We waited while watching Chloe play basketball. When she was done. We took Emma to Wal*Mart and picked up more pictures. Then Emma and I fought over which CD to listen at the CD sample box. (You know, you can press a button with the CD’s cover on it, then a song plays for about half a minute or so…I don’t remember what it’s called.) We laughed at ourselves as we went back to the car. We stopped by McDonalds, where Emma got dinner. I got one of the snack wraps. (It was the ranch, and I hate to say, it wasn’t very good.) We drove to the little store where we would drop Emma off to her dad. Emma gave me a quick hug, and before she got into her truck, said,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Okay, I’ll talk to you over facebook!” I smiled, laughed and waved. Then we drove home. And I don’t remember exactly what we did the rest of the day… probably watched Criminal Minds while finishing the scrapbook, then went to bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Molly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5260881363632987403?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5260881363632987403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5260881363632987403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5260881363632987403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-seven.html' title='Day Seven.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-31614270018640756</id><published>2009-10-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:55:47.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six.</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been so late again!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Tuesday, Aunt Wanda told me that Christie had called saying Emma was in a horrible state because she was so sad that I was leaving and that she may not see me again, so Aunt Wanda said to bring her over that night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Wanda and I planned to meet Uncle Lee and my Cousin Ashlee at Ashlee’s Restaurant in Elizabethton.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before we got there, though, we decided to try to look for Shannon Hale’s newest book, Forest Born. We went to Barnes And Noble, but they had just sold out. We then went to two other book stores, but they, too, were sold out. It was then I told Aunt Wanda that they needed to get a Borders. (My favorite book store) We went back to Barnes and Noble, where I got Bend it Like Beckham and the sound tracks to Attack of the Clones and The Phantom Menace. Then it was time to cross the street and go to the restaurant. We waited in the car for Uncle Lee to come, then we were brought to our booth. We ordered our drinks and salads while we waited for Ashlee. I got a sprite and a Caesar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Ashlee showed up. We went ahead and ordered our lunch then as well. When the waiter left, Ashlee handed me the present she got me. It was a lovely notebook and pens that I could write in, along with some lifesavers. I thanked her and began to wonder what stories I would write in it. When our lunch came, we ate, then Uncle Lee had to go back to work. Ashlee and Aunt Wanda had to fight over the bill, then we too, headed out. We were going to the Grey Fossil site.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We arrived and entered the building. The next scheduled tour was in fifteen minutes, so we wandered through the museum area. Then, after fifteen minutes had elapsed, we followed the tour guide where she told us about the site. Our shoes got very muddy in the process, so, when we were done, the tour guide let us into the kitchen where we could wash our shoes off. Then Aunt Wanda left her purse in the kitchen, so she had to run back and get it. We went back to the museum and walked through. At the end there was a place where you could try to reconstruct one a Taper, and I had three tiny bones left before I gave up. Then I hurried to the Gift Store. There, I got an adorable Red Panda and Hippo. Then, after paying for them, we went back to drop Ashlee off at her restaurant so she could go home. Aunt Wanda and I stopped by Wendy’s to get some ice cream. I got some chicken, which then gave me a stomach ache on the way back to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Roan&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We started on the scrapbook that night while we watched Criminal Minds. Emma then came and helped me name the animals from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Grandfather&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was a lot of fun scrapbooking with both of them. Then Christie came back, and Aunt Wanda said for Emma to say good bye, and Emma smiles and says,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I don’t need to say good bye! I’m seeing her tomorrow!” We all laughed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-31614270018640756?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/31614270018640756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/31614270018640756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/31614270018640756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-six.html' title='Day Six.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7582005814985758133</id><published>2009-10-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:43:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day Five.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I woke to the sound of Christie dropping Emma and Chloe off. I leaped out of bed, locked the door and got dressed. Then I made my bed. Today we were going to grandfather mountain in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;North Carolina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes away. I came out of my room and Aunt Wanda was getting our lunch packed up. Then, when everything was ready, we went off. Emma wanted some Wintermint lifesavers, but we were out, so Aunt Wanda stopped by a gas station to looked for some. There wasn’t anyway, so she got a bag of bubblegum and some suckers. Then, as we were driving out, Aunt Wanda rode over the curb. Everyone but me flinched, which everyone thought was hysterical. I would have laughed, but my mouth was full of gum.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we reached &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Grandfather&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, we got out and decided to visit the animals before going to the Museum. We went to see the bears first, but they weren’t there. So we walked away and saw a Bald Eagle. He screeched at us, then preened his feathers. The Golden Eagle was next. She was rather shy, and hid behind a boulder. The otters were across the path, but they were sleeping. Next was the Pumas. (Or Mountain Lions or Cougars)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once was being as lazy as ever, laying next to a rock, whereas the second one was teasing the bears in the next pen. After spanning some pictures, we went to see the deer, which for me, wasn’t &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;as &lt;/i&gt;fun as seeing the other animals, because I have deer living in my backyard!! (Kind of) We went back to the Bears. They were out, and people were feeding them. They would sit down, and have little bits of bear food (it looks like dog food) thrown at them, then would open their mouths. It was your job to aim into their mouths and not to miss. One would stick it tongue out if he didn’t get any. We left the bears and went to the Museum after seeing the Split Rock. (I never did see how it was split…) We went into the gift shop, where I got a cute fox on a key chain and a black bear with huckleberry chocolate hearts for Andrew. I got my dad a frame for a picture I was planning to get him, and I got a really cute Lion.. I also got my older sister a gift, but she hasn’t gotten it yet, so I wont mention it. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We went to the museum part next. There we learned about Grandfather mountain, the animals on it, and precious stones that were found in it. Then, we headed outside to eat out lunch. It was turkey sandwiches, cookies, pudding and chips. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we were finished, we headed up the mountain to go on the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Swinging&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, only to find it closed. We took a small hike instead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On the way back to the house, Emma and Chloe and I warmed up a bit, talking about different scary stories we had heard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There mom picked them up later that day, and then we had dinner, and watched Journey to the Center of the Earth. Both Aunt Wanda and Uncle Lee liked it. When we were done, I took a bath and then went to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Molly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7582005814985758133?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7582005814985758133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7582005814985758133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7582005814985758133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-662235088590111167</id><published>2009-10-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:54:00.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again, I am very late in posting on my blog, and once again, I am going to blame it on a busy week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, so this is day four of my trip. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday Aunt Wanda and I went to town to town to get some groceries. We went to Wal*Mart where she went food shopping and I went gift shopping. Before we split up, we were looking in the “&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tennessee&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; section” where I got a camouflage hat with a large orange “T” on it for me, and a green tee shirt that said “&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tennessee&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;” on it for my little sister Abby. Then I went to the DVD section and grabbed two DVDs, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;August Rush &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth. &lt;/i&gt;“Journey” as my BFF and I call it, was for me, and “August” was for my mom, who loves the movie. After that, I walked to where I had seen the toy section of the store. I finally found the Lego section and stood there staring at the Star Wars Lego sets. I wondered which one my brother’s would enjoy. Something big enough so they could share it, but not too expensive. I decided on the Hoth Battle set. Then I went to where the hair accessories were, and grabbed Abby (to go with her shirt) some of those head bands. I had no idea what to get my brother Andrew…he isn’t like most boys, so it would be hard. After I paid for everything, I waited around for Aunt Wanda. Then, because I was tired of standing there, I went to go look for her, but didn’t find her, so I went back and stood. Then I browsed the books….most were books I wouldn’t dream of reading, then the magazines. Finally, I found Aunt Wanda. She showed me a Star Wars poster that I thought was really cool. We had been originally been looking for one of one of my favorite actors, but found the Star Wars one instead. Then we fought over who was going to buy it…in the end I let her win. (:D) Then, when we were all done, we placed the foods in the cooler we brought. We had some time to kill before we needed to go to Isaiah’s “Grandparents day”, so we went&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to go take a picture of the school’s my dad went to growing up, and one of the house’s he lived in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After we were done, we went to Isaiah’s school. After we had some cake and soda’s, and having some pictures taken, Aunt Wanda, Isaiah and I left. We were also going to pick Emma and Chloe up, but we had more time to kill. Isaiah said he was hungry, so we stopped by McDonalds. I got a McFlurry, Isaiah got a hamburger kids meal. He didn’t want to eat the fries because he thought they were burnt, so I ate them. He ate half of his burger and took two sips of his drink, then we threw the “evidence” away, so Chloe and Emma wouldn’t get jealous. We then picked them up, and when we got home, I reenacted a scene from a Youtube video. After laughing our heads off, Aunt Wanda went to the nearby Dollar store to pick up some medicine, and then Isaiah’s dad came and picked him up. Then Emma and Chloe left. Aunt Wanda, Uncle Lee and I had dinner, and Aunt Wanda and I watched “Criminal Minds” til we were ready to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so ends another fun filled day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-662235088590111167?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/662235088590111167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/662235088590111167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/662235088590111167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7484578387753578696</id><published>2009-10-05T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:50:01.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three. My birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been forever since I last blogged, but I've been sooo busy!!&lt;div&gt;So, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure I woke up myself. Can't remember though. My hair was still pretty greasy even though I washed it the night before, so I took a new shower. When I was all clean, I came out and went to the kitchen. And I don't remember what we had for breakfast, but after that I waited for Aunt Wanda and Uncle Lee to get ready for Church. While I waited I read, "Enna Burning" By Shannon Hale. When they were done, we took pictures of Aunt Wanda and me and Uncle Lee and Me. Then we went to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before and after service I was bombarded with questions about Montana, Aunt Wanda finally had to come rescue me. We then got Emma and her friend Hannah and drove home where I was going to be having my birthday Party.  I got out of the car and went inside to change out of my skirt. After that, I came back out, and my cousin Cristy and Chloe were there. We were going to wait for my other cousin, but he said to start with out him and his family, so we prayed and started eating the &lt;i&gt;wonderful &lt;/i&gt;lasagna that Aunt Wanda &lt;i&gt;made. &lt;/i&gt; Then my cousin arrived. So, when they were all done eating, and I was done talking to my family back in Montana,  we had my cake. I blew out the candles and Aunt Wanda said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You didn't wish for anything!!" I smiled and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't have anything to wish for." They all laughed and we ate the cake. Then, Isabella was having problems. She would cry every time someone would look at her, but after she had her nap she was better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristy got me a sweater that had "Tennessee Volunteers" on it, Leebo got me a gift certificate for Walmart. So, soon everyone left, and Aunt Wanda and I laid low 'till it was time to go to the Church potluck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there, after buying some chips from a dollar store, we talked awhile with some people then went ahead and got our food. Aunt Wanda doesn't eat meat, and I don't eat pork, shellfish ect, so we were able to only have the beans we made and some chips. So, when we were done, we went home again, and we watched Criminal Minds, chatted with my mom on Facebook, and then went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7484578387753578696?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7484578387753578696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-three-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7484578387753578696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7484578387753578696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-three-my-birthday.html' title='Day Three. My birthday!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4477021889603664425</id><published>2009-09-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:35:00.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two.</title><content type='html'>Here is day two of my trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke to a knock on my door and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Miss Molly, you got to get up now if we're going to make it to Isaiah's game!" I got up, groaned out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay." And wondered how late it was. One glance at my mom's phone said it was only 8:30. So I went ahead and got dressed and left my room to the kitchen. Aunt Wanda had some cereal set out for me. I, however, needed to get the milk out. Which I couldn't find for ever. I eventually found it. Any way, when I was done, we got ready to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got into the car and drove off to where the soccer game was. (I don't remember which town it was in...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking about bears when Aunt Wanda stopped the car. I was gawking. Right there was a black bear!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Molly! Look! Is that a bear?" Aunt Wanda asked. I just sat staring at it. I should have reached into the back seat and grabbed my camera but we were just to stunned. We watched as it looked at us then ran to the other side of the road. Thankfully, there were no other cars on the road. She started driving again, and we ended up talking about the bear for the rest of the drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached the soccer field, Aunt Wanda asked if I saw where we would be going, then added, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You wouldn't know what they looked like." We laughed and just walked around 'till we found them. Once there, we watched the game. I think they won, but I don't remember. :) Any way, I got a picture taken of me and my cousins and their children, Isaiah and Isabella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there was another game, which I don't know who won (again). Well, we left shortly after the game and went right back home. Once there, we watched Forensic Files ect.. until my second cousins, Chloe and Emma, came. Emma does love to talk, not that thats a bad thing. She didn't, however, say much to me. Well, we had dinner then went to where Emma was going to have her cheerleading for a football game. I remember one day when my BFF Jade said that football games were so much better in real life and not on TV...but I still hate it. :D Any way, it was around 9:00 before we got home, and I think we all went to bed. I had a very nice time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4477021889603664425?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4477021889603664425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4477021889603664425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4477021889603664425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-two.html' title='Day Two.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7673328302920611248</id><published>2009-09-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:36:31.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One.</title><content type='html'>Its almost been a week since I came back from Tennessee, I'm sure you all are waiting for me to post what happened, so here it is!!&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up to my light turning on and a sinking feeling entering my stomach. It was THE DAY. I got up and dressed in my "flight clothes".  I was so nervous that I forgot to put on deodorant. (Yes, thats why I had to change clothes that night...:)) I had promised Abby the night before that I would wake her up so she could say good bye, so I did. She hugged me and I went down stairs. Once down there, I made sure I had the last minute things I would need, then made some breakfast....a beef noodle soup. I wasn't able to finish it at home, so I ate it on the way to the airport, but not before saying good bye to Andy and Abby, who were the only ones awake. I finished the soup a few minutes after we got into the car. My stomach no longer had the butterfly's, but I was still pretty nervous. We got my boarding pass and placed my bag on the airplane. We prayed, and I went through customs. As soon as I was through, I went to a large window and waved to my dad. I wasn't sure where my mom was, but I moved away and sat in a chair, waiting for my time to board. Soon, it was. I got on, found  my seat and sat down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About an hour late I was a bit afraid that I would get lost, but I didn't. I did, however, need to go on a "train", from concourse C to A. Or, maybe it was A to C. Oh well. I made it, called my mom, then boarded the plane. That one was about three hours long. I read Shannon Hale's, "&lt;i&gt;The Goose Girl&lt;/i&gt;" and ate gold fish. (The cracker.) Finally, it was time to enter the Charlotte Airport in North Carolina. I did get lost in that one, I went down to "A" concourse when I should have been in "C". I made my airplane though. The airplane looked older, the seats looked even worse, but they were fairly comfortable. The ride didn't seem very long, and I was soon in Tennessee. We landed and I got off. I entered the terminal and looked around.  Then I headed up a flight of stairs. To the left of me were the costumes, and up a head I saw what I thought to be my aunt and uncle. Well, they were. I waved, letting them know it was me. My aunt Wanda ran up to me and squashed me into a hug. She also said she was so excited she couldn't take a picture. I just grinned and hugged her back. When she *finally* let me go, I gave my uncle Lee a hug and we went to go grab my suitcase. I told them it was red and aunt Wanda said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wouldn't it be funny if it was the first one out?" And sure enough, it was!! I was getting pretty conscious of my shirt smelling, so I asked to change in the bathroom and she said yeah, so I did. I gratefully put on some on some deodorant. Then I put on clean clothes and zipped up my suitcase and walked out. Then aunt Wanda got a picture of me. I just stood there and smiled, thinking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am not a picture person!" Oh well. I had better get used to it. (;)) I got another hug and aunt Wanda and I went to the car. Uncle Lee said that there didn't seem to be anything in my suitcase, which was pretty much true...only clothes and my computer, which I didn't use at all. We were going to go to the Olive Garden, but it was so full that we went across the street to &lt;i&gt;Johnny Carinos. &lt;/i&gt;When we were done, we got boxes for our left overs and went to where Uncle Lee works so we could pick up his car. He drove home in it, and aunt Wanda and I in hers. When we got there, I unpacked everything and got to see what they had gotten me. Then we may have done something else but I don't remember it....all I remember was sinking into bed and barely getting my nighttime prayer out before slipping to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7673328302920611248?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7673328302920611248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7673328302920611248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7673328302920611248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html' title='Day One.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2283485883624706322</id><published>2009-09-20T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:28:40.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year later.</title><content type='html'>Today is the one year anniversary of the death of my little kitten, Jay. I can hardly believe it has been one year. I don't think I'll ever forget him and try to keep his little face a memory. &lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2283485883624706322?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2283485883624706322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-year-later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2283485883624706322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2283485883624706322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-year-later.html' title='One year later.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8016788610159513172</id><published>2009-09-06T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:20:49.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH!!</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I'll be going on my first airplane ride alone. I'll be visiting some family down south. I am both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; and excited!! Well, lets see what happens!!&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8016788610159513172?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8016788610159513172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8016788610159513172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8016788610159513172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1463992893171001809</id><published>2009-09-02T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:28:05.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;technically&lt;/span&gt; school started yesterday(for us), but still. I have some "older" subjects, such as math, history, science and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;literature&lt;/span&gt;, Vocab and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt;, but I've also got "newer" subjects such as my collage plus studies which gives me some collage credits this semester. I'm pretty bogged down now and am really hoping no more subjects "come late.&lt;div&gt;Happy Schooling and have a Blessed day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1463992893171001809?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1463992893171001809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-starts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1463992893171001809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1463992893171001809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-starts.html' title='School Starts!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1301813218390887463</id><published>2009-09-01T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:47:22.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tough Cookie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sp3Of2jKH5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MBhkZIBD2Rk/s1600-h/108_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sp3Of2jKH5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MBhkZIBD2Rk/s320/108_2324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376680576764485522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I was about to get online when I noticed &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;hanging out of a hole in our chicken coop door. Then I saw it was our rooster, Rohaws. I went outside, wondering what to do if he was dead. When I got to him I leaned down and stared at him, really not wanting to touch him if he was dead. Then he blinked. So I helped get him back in. Once inside, I noticed he had no water. After muttering something under my breath in a southern accent (I have no idea why) I got the water filled up and gave him some food. &lt;div&gt;I have to say that rooster is one tough little cookie, surviving a broken leg, being blinded in one eye (temporarily,) one of his nails ripped out of his foot and numerous beatings from the other roosters, he is still up and running. Or hopping now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sp3NT4tCfoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VkzZxNwQuWY/s320/108_2321.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376679271672741506" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sp3N0HuFAUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3lY85V5lCHU/s320/108_2323.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376679825459446082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1301813218390887463?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1301813218390887463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-tough-cookie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1301813218390887463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1301813218390887463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-tough-cookie.html' title='One Tough Cookie.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Sp3Of2jKH5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MBhkZIBD2Rk/s72-c/108_2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4920749616801958324</id><published>2009-08-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:26:39.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday we had a garage sale. We hadn’t picked the best day for one, that’s for sure. It began raining around &lt;st1:time hour="7" minute="30"&gt;7:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. The sale started at &lt;st1:time hour="9" minute="0"&gt;9:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;. We all hoped the weather would clear up before the people started coming. Well, it did by the time the first person came around. She and her son came at &lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="30"&gt;8:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;, but thankfully we had everything ready. Abby had a lemonade stand with lemonade, cookies and brownies. Hours, and many customers later, it began to drizzle. We quickly moved the tables into the already stuffed garage as the rain poured down. Mom didn’t “close up camp” ‘till Four when she said that the garage sale ended. Four came and no more customers. All in all, I think that we made quite a bit of money and sold off a lot of stuff we didn’t need. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God Bless, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Molly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4920749616801958324?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4920749616801958324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/garage-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4920749616801958324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4920749616801958324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7532325292288216794</id><published>2009-08-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:38:09.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the new moon. We were going to have a celebration with a few of our friends, eat dinner together and try to see the new moon. However, things didn't come out as planned. We had six people show up and we couldn't see the new moon because of a lightning storm, but I am pretty sure that every one still had a good time.&lt;div&gt;May God bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. (aka, Sache....;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7532325292288216794?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7532325292288216794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7532325292288216794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7532325292288216794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7613670092844961730</id><published>2009-08-19T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:48:56.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess its time.</title><content type='html'>It is already time for our neighbors to start harvesting their wheat!! Wow, and I still remember the day when the planted it...time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; so fast when you have a lot of work to do...maybe I can get some picture of it up for you all...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac is doing very well. He is still "slow" but is getting better. He has more frequent bursts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; and Leia is just a ball of energy...it is such a blessing to be able to watch them both grow up, even if Leia is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sterile&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7613670092844961730?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7613670092844961730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7613670092844961730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7613670092844961730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-its-time.html' title='I guess its time.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3123549729924018188</id><published>2009-08-16T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:15:08.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flown the nest.</title><content type='html'>Today Kylie went off to collage in Omaha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nebraska&lt;/span&gt;. It will be really sad to see her go but every bird needs to fly the nest. She will become a great nurse.&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3123549729924018188?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3123549729924018188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/flown-nest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3123549729924018188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3123549729924018188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/flown-nest.html' title='Flown the nest.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8182695720440476944</id><published>2009-08-13T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:30:56.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the farm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures I took today (the 13th) of my animals on our farm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leia, Tillie and Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSac7M85lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NxcNXovHwAM/s1600-h/101_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSac7M85lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NxcNXovHwAM/s320/101_1769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369586477451503186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac nursing Tillie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSb8D0azyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EQ7gfSJCybA/s1600-h/101_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSb8D0azyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EQ7gfSJCybA/s320/101_1777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369588111852097314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSdZa6TCVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8pRrSGEiZW8/s1600-h/101_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSdZa6TCVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8pRrSGEiZW8/s320/101_1779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369589715778603346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of our chickens....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSd9WFV2MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bpuagk_-SVQ/s1600-h/101_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSd9WFV2MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bpuagk_-SVQ/s320/101_1782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369590332958038210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three of our eleven cats, The one staning up is "Lizzy" then one sitting is "Tiger" and the one screaming for Mommy is "EFG." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSem4aDFSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-5RRRcrkKcA/s1600-h/101_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSem4aDFSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-5RRRcrkKcA/s320/101_1785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369591046546330914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EFG again ready to mow the lawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSe-Fq8uKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ni_ZAt6jatA/s1600-h/101_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSe-Fq8uKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ni_ZAt6jatA/s320/101_1795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369591445243869346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan, my wonderful, bratty and silly buttermilk buckskin mare whose breed I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSgAfepQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SMVXqkMVQMk/s1600-h/101_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSgAfepQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SMVXqkMVQMk/s320/101_1814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369592586042950546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basil, the goat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSgmsAiBSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/le0Tv7AQk6Y/s1600-h/101_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSgmsAiBSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/le0Tv7AQk6Y/s320/101_1816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369593242241336610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eddie the ewe and Razo. *Note, to see why she is called Eddie, go back to an earlier post called "Lambie Jammies".  http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/03/lambie-jamies.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoShNNwnNeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uUwMNX5YsCY/s1600-h/101_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoShNNwnNeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uUwMNX5YsCY/s320/101_1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369593904136402402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jorden, but you cant really see his face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSh_tZ6nHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nvoFOlb467o/s1600-h/101_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSh_tZ6nHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nvoFOlb467o/s320/101_1821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369594771624598642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least....Sari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed these photos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8182695720440476944?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8182695720440476944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-from-farm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8182695720440476944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8182695720440476944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-from-farm.html' title='Pictures from the farm.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SoSac7M85lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NxcNXovHwAM/s72-c/101_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7116311213132278931</id><published>2009-08-12T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:29:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>Mac nursed on Tillie yesterday and today, so no more tube feeding!! Thank you all for praying!!&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7116311213132278931?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7116311213132278931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7116311213132278931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7116311213132278931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4054800405852702638</id><published>2009-08-10T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:08:48.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaning from the tube.</title><content type='html'>My mom has decided to try to wean Mac from the tube feeder and try to get him to want to nurse from either Tillie or the bottle. We will feed him a bit less from the tube enough that he wont die but so less so he will be hungry enough to nurse. Pray it works!! &lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4054800405852702638?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4054800405852702638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/weaning-from-tube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4054800405852702638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4054800405852702638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/weaning-from-tube.html' title='Weaning from the tube.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7843594044364054777</id><published>2009-08-09T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:44:43.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prancing!!</title><content type='html'>Today, for the first time, Mac started prancing. He is doing considerably well , though we still have to tube feed him. I really hope that he will soon start to nurse Tillie, but in the meantime it just me and that ol' plastic tube. &lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7843594044364054777?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7843594044364054777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/prancing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7843594044364054777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7843594044364054777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/prancing.html' title='Prancing!!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7889300220241540049</id><published>2009-08-08T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:54:16.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tube feeding.</title><content type='html'>Mac hasn't been nursing, so yesterday my mom and dad got a tube feeder. With a tube feeder you have to stick a plastic tube down the calf's throat so the liquid drips into his stomach. Well, its a lot harder then it sounds. Can you guess who does it? Thats right! Me! Well, once you do it four times you get used to it....;)&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7889300220241540049?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7889300220241540049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/tube-feeding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7889300220241540049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7889300220241540049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/tube-feeding.html' title='Tube feeding.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4373040038670606276</id><published>2009-08-07T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:26:45.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrivals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Snyb9K1pZWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C-oTKuTRQIs/s1600-h/calves+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Snyb9K1pZWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C-oTKuTRQIs/s320/calves+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367336331102479714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SnybgNNAzpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KDfGji6jlR0/s1600-h/calves+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SnybgNNAzpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KDfGji6jlR0/s320/calves+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367335833521147538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I heard from my mom that my best friend was in town. She was able to come spend the night and see me again. This morning we were woken up by my little brother saying, "Tillie Calved! She has twins!!" I jumped out of bed and ran down stairs and out side to the cow pen, not even bothering to put on shoes!! She did have twins, a black and white one and a dusty brown one. The b&amp;w one was out with Tillie, but the brown one, "Mac"(short for Macaroon)wasn't doing so well. I was able to pick him up (and he was HEAVY! I was able to get him to nurse. I named the b&amp;w one "Skywalker" because both Luke and Anakin Skywalker wore black. :p After a while, I noticed "something" missing on Skywalker, and I found out he is our first she!! I then had no idea what to name her, so Jade said to call her Leia, so I did!&lt;br /&gt;  After awhile, we noticed Mac wasn't doing so well, so we called a vet. Soon after we called, Mac falls and starts convulsing. I try to keep him straight(My older sis taught me what to do if someone is convulsing) and he soon stopped. When the vet came, he stuck a tube down Mac's throat and fed him trough that. He had quite a bit of colostrum, and was ready to take a nap. Then my mom asked the vet if there was a way to test Leia to See if she was sterile. (Cant have calves)and he said there was a way. You see, twins are born and it a male and female, something happens to where the male somehow makes the female sterile. Sadly, she wont be having any calves, but she is still so sweet!! More updates later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4373040038670606276?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4373040038670606276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-arrivals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4373040038670606276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4373040038670606276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-arrivals.html' title='New Arrivals.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/Snyb9K1pZWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C-oTKuTRQIs/s72-c/calves+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4377173785479439001</id><published>2009-08-06T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:11:45.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little friend.</title><content type='html'>This morning I was woken up by a loud “Meow” and something climbing onto my bed. That something peered over my shoulder and I saw it was my three legged black cat “Bolen”, Russian for sick.(How he got that name is a whole new story) Well, with his very expressive eyes he demanded that I scratch his ears, so I obliged. Soon, he curled up and fell asleep. Hours later, I get home from a trip into town, and I find him still asleep on my bed, only he isn’t curled up anymore; no, he is laying on his back with all three legs splayed out. Now he his asking me with those eyes to rub his belly. &lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4377173785479439001?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4377173785479439001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4377173785479439001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4377173785479439001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-friend.html' title='A little friend.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2530546429097420346</id><published>2009-08-05T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:38:19.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging.</title><content type='html'>Two days ago and this morning, my sister Kylie and I went jogging. It was a lot of fun, just us. Okay, so we jogged for about fifty seconds, then we walked. On the way home, we sang made up songs with the "Phantom of the Opera" music. It was very...interesting to say the least. Still, it was fun to hang out with her. &lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2530546429097420346?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2530546429097420346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/jogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2530546429097420346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2530546429097420346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/jogging.html' title='Jogging.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3671339190197719834</id><published>2009-08-04T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:05:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Day, Once More.</title><content type='html'>I think that most of our opinions on Tillie’s due date have changed. I no longer think she will calve early, but on her original due date which is sometime this week. She has only a few days left, but I am pretty confidant of it now. Her udder has swelled a lot. She gives me the look that says, “This is why I only get pregnant every two years.” I will put pictures of her and her baby as soon as he, or she, is born. &lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3671339190197719834?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3671339190197719834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/any-day-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3671339190197719834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3671339190197719834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/any-day-once-more.html' title='Any Day, Once More.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2256207084728641533</id><published>2009-08-03T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:09:53.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Problems.</title><content type='html'>Last week my computer locked me out. Again. I had no computer to write my stories on or to do anything on. I had to borrow mom’s to go online. But today my dad called the people he got the computer from and they were able to get the computer to “unlock”. I had been planning to buy a new computer, but now I cant put that on hold for awhile. Thank you Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2256207084728641533?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2256207084728641533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/computer-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2256207084728641533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2256207084728641533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/08/computer-problems.html' title='Computer Problems.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7849597559435125898</id><published>2009-07-29T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:42:51.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Downtown</title><content type='html'>Today my younger siblings had a class at our library so while they were building rockets for two hours, my mom, younger brother Andrew and I walked downtown. We went to a restaurant then went to a cute book store. It was a fun time and I enjoyed their company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7849597559435125898?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7849597559435125898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-downtown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7849597559435125898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7849597559435125898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-downtown.html' title='Walking Downtown'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2142565804914346287</id><published>2009-07-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:15:47.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day.</title><content type='html'>Today was my first sick day. It is funny to think that my sick days are a mildly bad head ache and a mild upset stomach, but thats what they are. Thankfully, I am feeling better already. Nothing much else is going on today. &lt;br /&gt;Shabbat Shalom, &lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2142565804914346287?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2142565804914346287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2142565804914346287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2142565804914346287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5890317554124688817</id><published>2009-07-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:47:01.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Storm.</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess all the sunshine was too good to be true as today we are having a thunderstorm. Now, I know that rain is good for the earth, but sometimes we would like a few more days of sunshine! Nah, I love storms. Until the power goes out. Then its just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5890317554124688817?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5890317554124688817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5890317554124688817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5890317554124688817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-storm.html' title='Another Storm.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4971601738063827598</id><published>2009-07-23T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:17:01.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my youngest siblings birthday. He is turning 10. I just wanted to say here how proud I am of him, and how wonderful and manly he has grown into. One of these days he will learn to always protect his siblings and not pick fights with them. Happy Birthday Landon.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving sister,&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4971601738063827598?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4971601738063827598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4971601738063827598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4971601738063827598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2808829685252256293</id><published>2009-07-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:50:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New blog!</title><content type='html'>Please come see my new blog! Its a place where I can put down all my short stories and such. I already have one story. The link is.....&lt;br /&gt;http://literaryambition.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2808829685252256293?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2808829685252256293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2808829685252256293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2808829685252256293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-blog.html' title='My New blog!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2868568239011945719</id><published>2009-07-21T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:10:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Day!</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the library, me much worried that Tillie would calve while we were gone, and had a very good day. (Sadly, I forgot to tell my online friend and she waited for me for who knows how long.:( ) I am beginning to believe that I have a nick name by the librarians. Im "The nice young lady who for some strange reason likes Star Wars (obsessed is more like it) and always forgets her library card." Well, that pretty much sums me up. Any way, it was a good day, and thankfully, Tillie didn't calve while I was gone, and I was able to get my favorite book from a book store.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2868568239011945719?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2868568239011945719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/library-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2868568239011945719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2868568239011945719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/library-day.html' title='Library Day!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7050210162969687497</id><published>2009-07-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:30:21.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no baby.</title><content type='html'>After waiting for a long time and even missing out on the fair....we still have no baby. Tillie is having labor pains though, and it hurts me to see really bad ones. But, it will be all worth it in the end. (At least on my part!) She is so big that we think she might have twins. We continue to hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7050210162969687497?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7050210162969687497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-no-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7050210162969687497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7050210162969687497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-no-baby.html' title='Still no baby.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1856596984978846615</id><published>2009-07-18T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:22:11.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Funny/Cute story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.howrse.com/media/equideo/image/interface/transparent.gif" /&gt;       A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school. He didn't want his mother to walk with him. She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence but yet know that he was safe. So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her. She said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew. She did this for the whole week. As the two walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally she said to Timmy, 'Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week? Do you know her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy nonchalantly replied, 'Yeah, I know who she is.' The little girl said, 'Well, who is she?' 'That's just Shirley Goodnest,' Timmy replied, 'and her daughter Marcy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' Timmy explained, 'every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life', so I guess I'll just have to get used to it!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1856596984978846615?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1856596984978846615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/funnycute-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1856596984978846615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1856596984978846615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/funnycute-story.html' title='Funny/Cute story.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-725966120329725912</id><published>2009-07-18T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:19:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day! (Or is it?)</title><content type='html'>Tonight we will be going to the county fair with my older sister Kylie for the last time as she gets her self ready for her move to Omaha Nebraska. However, because Tillie has not calved yet, I may need to stay home just in case  something happens. I really hope she(Tillie, not Kylie) will calve today. Let us hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-725966120329725912?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/725966120329725912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/fair-day-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/725966120329725912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/725966120329725912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/fair-day-or-is-it.html' title='Fair Day! (Or is it?)'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6740140641016490323</id><published>2009-07-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:56:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby!</title><content type='html'>Today, we have found out that Tillie, our cow, is calving! Her milk has let down which wouldn't have unless she is calving! So, now all we have to do is wait....&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6740140641016490323?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6740140641016490323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6740140641016490323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6740140641016490323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby.html' title='Baby!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2486611377606070005</id><published>2009-07-16T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:52:41.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense poem'/><title type='text'>Another nonsense poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, more nonsense. But I like this one. Its About WWI. Kinda sad.                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What ever is to become of those sweet days where nothing in the world happened? Why is it that now everything that can go wrong will? If only poor Walter hadn't have to go! Now she will never see his smiling face again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2486611377606070005?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2486611377606070005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-nonsense-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2486611377606070005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2486611377606070005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-nonsense-poem.html' title='Another nonsense poem.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-2982505814315398689</id><published>2009-07-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:15:25.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense poem'/><title type='text'>Nonsense Poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a nonsense poem I wrote awhile ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Round the world one day comes, one day goes. Turn your head, 'lest he comes for you, the piper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-2982505814315398689?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2982505814315398689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/nonsense-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2982505814315398689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/2982505814315398689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/nonsense-poem.html' title='Nonsense Poem.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3026800710216456669</id><published>2009-07-15T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:02:34.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, not a stormy day!</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, we have been having storms and today (so far!) is the only one for a long time not to have one! Perhaps Dad and I will be able to work with Megan today. If the sun is shining, all is right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3026800710216456669?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3026800710216456669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-not-stormy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3026800710216456669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3026800710216456669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-not-stormy-day.html' title='Finally, not a stormy day!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6325759900529840809</id><published>2009-07-13T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:59:17.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Embarrassing!</title><content type='html'>Today a repair man came to our house to fix our refrigerator and I just so happened to forget and put on my shortest shorts. Well, you can just imagine the shock that I got when he knocked on our door. Not only am I standing there with shorts and a sweater, but also greasy hair! But, every one needs a laugh, even if its at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6325759900529840809?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6325759900529840809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-embarrassing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6325759900529840809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6325759900529840809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-embarrassing.html' title='How Embarrassing!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7902145815456237554</id><published>2009-07-12T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:26:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Drive.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my family and I went on a long Saturday drive. For about twelve hours. From a local gas station to a small town two hours away from where we live, I drove. The interstate isn't as bad as I thought it was, and passing get real easy after a few times. My family stayed quiet for me and everything went smooth. But you can only drive so long when you are running on only half a banana, so I had to stop and have lunch and then my dad took over. All in all it was a fun trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7902145815456237554?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7902145815456237554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7902145815456237554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7902145815456237554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-drive.html' title='Saturday Drive.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1790615651925297403</id><published>2009-07-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:20:32.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies.</title><content type='html'>I must apologize for not blogging in so long. I will try to keep it up more often then when ever I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1790615651925297403?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1790615651925297403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-apologies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1790615651925297403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1790615651925297403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3677257898199288451</id><published>2009-07-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:40:07.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join Up.</title><content type='html'>For the past week or so, my dad and I have been working on my mare, Megan. We have been doing something called "Join Up". Join up is where you force the horse away from you and keep him running until he shows you signs of wanting to join up, which is a lowered head, his lips making a chewing motion and an ear pointing to you. So far, Megan hasn't joined up yet, we she is more calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3677257898199288451?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3677257898199288451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/join-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3677257898199288451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3677257898199288451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/join-up.html' title='Join Up.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3302245112272430340</id><published>2009-07-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:30:50.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blond jokes.'/><title type='text'>Blond Joke of the day!</title><content type='html'>Some blonds and brunettes are taking a trip. They are riding in a double Decker bus with the blonds on top and the brunettes on bottom. They brunettes are having a great time partying until they realize that they hear nothing from the blonds above. They send one of the brunettes up. The brunette see's the blonds staring straight ahead, terrified. She goes up to one of the and asks, " Hey, whats the matter? Were having a great time, why are you guys so scared." The terrified blond replies, " That's easy for you to say, at least you have a driver!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3302245112272430340?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3302245112272430340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/blond-joke-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3302245112272430340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3302245112272430340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/blond-joke-of-day.html' title='Blond Joke of the day!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4407708170803750363</id><published>2009-07-01T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:42:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day on the town.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Kylie and I went to Bozeman so she could take pictures of down town so she could take pictures to remind her of home when she leaves for Omaha. It was very fun. She took a picture of Gary Cooper's "Bronze Star" near an old theater, we went into an old book store and had coffee. Okay, so she had a chai, and I had a lemonade. We tried going the whole time speaking in British Accents, but she lost it when we got into the first store. I kept mine for awhile longer.&lt;br /&gt;Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4407708170803750363?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4407708170803750363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-on-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4407708170803750363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4407708170803750363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-on-town.html' title='Day on the town.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-828464533813826770</id><published>2009-06-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:47:27.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby sitting.</title><content type='html'>Today, from 6:30 am to 5:30 pm, I baby sat two of the most adorable little creatures! They are the daughters of a family friend. The youngest one, who is still a baby, slept most of the time, and the elder one spent some time playing outside with Abby [My younger sister]. She also watched a movie with my brothers. We had a really fun time together and I hope we can do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-828464533813826770?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/828464533813826770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-sitting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/828464533813826770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/828464533813826770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-sitting.html' title='Baby sitting.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-4992063295797598293</id><published>2009-06-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:31:03.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book.</title><content type='html'>Today I was cleaning my room when I found on old book I had written when I was twelve. It is a mystery book. I re-read it, and then my mom read it to my siblings. They all loved it, so I have decided to try to get it published! It will take a while for me to fix it up and get it ready for publication, but I will hopefully get it ready before the year is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-4992063295797598293?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/4992063295797598293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-book.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4992063295797598293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/4992063295797598293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-book.html' title='My Book.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-118886375868333447</id><published>2009-06-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:25:24.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blond jokes.'/><title type='text'>Todays Blond Joke.</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been awhile since I have blogged, but things are going slow for me. Hope you all understand! Here is the joke:&lt;br /&gt;Three women, a brunette, a red-head, and a blond, get taken off to jail. They get taken into a room individually to be persecuted, (be shot.) The red-head is taken in. The police chief says to his men, "Ready...Aim..." The woman shouts, "Earthquake!" The police panic and the red-head escapes. The brunette gets taken in. The police chief says again to his men, "Ready...Aim..." The woman shouts, "Flood!" The police panic and the brunette escapes. This time the blond is taken in. The police chief a third time says to his men, "Ready...Aim..." The blond shouts "Fire!" BAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-118886375868333447?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/118886375868333447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-blond-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/118886375868333447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/118886375868333447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-blond-joke.html' title='Todays Blond Joke.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7618213075775794778</id><published>2009-06-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:13:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book sale.</title><content type='html'>We went to a book sale today that lasted a long time. At least it seemed that way. We didn't really go there to get money, but mainly to get rid of some of our books. We came there with about seven or eight baskets/boxes filled with books, and by the time we finished we had three smallish boxes. Most books were a dollar or thee for a dollar. We made quite a bit. With the money we made, mom is taking the kids (and me!) to see Night at the Museum 2. It will be the girls' second time, but it will be just as good as the first, and maybe better cause we (hopefully!) wont be sitting one isle away from the screen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7618213075775794778?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7618213075775794778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-sale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7618213075775794778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7618213075775794778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-sale.html' title='Book sale.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3522886410932030376</id><published>2009-06-17T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:06:14.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>We had a huge storm last night, the thunder shook the house at times. It lasted about an hour, perhaps more.  Rain began pouring shortly after the lightning and thunder stopped. It was very nice really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3522886410932030376?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3522886410932030376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3522886410932030376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3522886410932030376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-7329011968983568218</id><published>2009-06-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:41:06.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blond jokes.'/><title type='text'>Blond Joke for the day</title><content type='html'>There is a brunette, red, and blonde girl. They get stuck on a Island. They find a golden lamp and the rub it. A genie comes out and says "I grant you three wishes but since there is three of you I will give you each one wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th brunette wishes to be back with her boyfriend in California. Wish granted living happily with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thee red head wishes to be back with her family in Vermont. Wish granted she is living with her family in Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde is crying and crying. She sobs I wish I had my fiends back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-7329011968983568218?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7329011968983568218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blond-joke-for-day_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7329011968983568218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/7329011968983568218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blond-joke-for-day_17.html' title='Blond Joke for the day'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5769445414310960343</id><published>2009-06-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:52:52.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blond jokes.'/><title type='text'>Blond Joke for the day.</title><content type='html'>Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 PM. He sat down next to a blond at the bar and stared up at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;The 10:00 PM news was coming on. The news crew was covering a story of a man on a ledge of a large building preparing to jump.&lt;br /&gt;The blond looked at Bob and said, 'Do you think he'll jump?'&lt;br /&gt;Bob says, 'You know, I bet he'll jump.'&lt;br /&gt;The blond replied, 'Well, I bet he won't.' Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, 'You're on!'&lt;br /&gt;Just as the blond placed her money on the bar, the&lt;br /&gt;guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death.&lt;br /&gt;The blond was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, 'Fair's fair. Here's your money.'&lt;br /&gt;Bob replied, 'I can't take your money, I saw this earlier on the 5 PM news and so I knew he would jump.'&lt;br /&gt;The blond replied, 'I did too; but I didn't think he'd do it again.'&lt;br /&gt;Bob took the money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5769445414310960343?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5769445414310960343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blond-joke-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5769445414310960343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5769445414310960343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blond-joke-for-day.html' title='Blond Joke for the day.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-179937902104502288</id><published>2009-06-15T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:38:52.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blond jokes.'/><title type='text'>Blond Joke for today.</title><content type='html'>Two blonds were recently observed in a parking lot trying to unlock the door of their Mercedes with a coat hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blond One: I can't seem to get this door unlocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blond Two: Well, you'd better hurry up and try harder! It's starting to rain, and the top is down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-179937902104502288?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/179937902104502288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blond-joke-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/179937902104502288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/179937902104502288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/blond-joke-for-today.html' title='Blond Joke for today.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-6864389693496488421</id><published>2009-06-15T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:31:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder.</title><content type='html'>OKay, so I wrote a post on wind and rain, so why not one on thunder. Its thundering like crazy here, and it sounds wonderful. The lightning lights up the sky, and then the thunder booms. Its glorious. I only hope it rains now.&lt;br /&gt;No news from Anastasia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-6864389693496488421?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6864389693496488421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6864389693496488421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/6864389693496488421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/thunder.html' title='Thunder.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5166678909854924905</id><published>2009-06-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:28:29.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anastasia</title><content type='html'>My two younger brother's, Andrei and Viktor, were adopted from Russia. They still have an older sister living there. She writes us occasionally, but she writes in Russian so we cant read what she says. But, I am going to send her a letter, asking if she has an email address, and that way, we can copy and paste her emails to a free translator, and translate them that way! I do not know if she has one, but if she does, then we will be able to tell her about what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5166678909854924905?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5166678909854924905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/anastasia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5166678909854924905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5166678909854924905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/anastasia.html' title='Anastasia'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-706121647415268319</id><published>2009-06-02T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:40:37.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>My Sister Kylie and I went shopping today with my mom and little sister Abby. I got some socks, pants and a few shirts, and a pair of shoes that are so cute and not girly at the same time. I also was able to spend some time with my older sister, which is always good. So, shopping can be more then just buying things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-706121647415268319?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/706121647415268319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/706121647415268319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/706121647415268319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1840241819285606823</id><published>2009-05-24T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:59:59.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys are gone!</title><content type='html'>The boys, including my dad, will be gone for two weeks while in Tennessee, so its the girls week at my home! On Friday, we are going to get our hair cuts! Again. So things right now seem like we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have much planned, (we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;.) But, we will have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-1840241819285606823?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1840241819285606823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-are-gone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1840241819285606823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1840241819285606823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-are-gone.html' title='The boys are gone!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-8871890915325768087</id><published>2009-05-20T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:46:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out!</title><content type='html'>My Mom has decided that she needs to work out to help out he health. Me and Andrew(My bro) are her "fitness trainers." This will also get us into shape for haying season, when we will need to move our bales of hay to our barn. Any way, I am very proud of my mother, she has taken a huge step &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toward&lt;/span&gt; healthier living, and I will be right there to encourage her, and to make sure she finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Healthily&lt;/span&gt; living Mom and all who read this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-8871890915325768087?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8871890915325768087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8871890915325768087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/8871890915325768087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-out.html' title='Working out!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5487145502391164837</id><published>2009-05-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:52:33.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wind is in my face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This morning, the air was cool, the sun was just coming up, ready to heat up the earth, but then, around one pm, the wind started to kick up. Its going fast now, and wont stop for some time. Now, it cools off the air from outside, (a lot!) but, the howling wind isn't so fun to hear, if you know what I mean. However, the days isn't as hot as it cold be, &lt;/span&gt;about 86, instead of 96.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice rest of the day, readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5487145502391164837?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5487145502391164837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/wind-is-in-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5487145502391164837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5487145502391164837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/wind-is-in-my-face.html' title='The wind is in my face!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3972711914260293501</id><published>2009-05-18T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:00:27.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day.</title><content type='html'>Every day, when anything breathes its last breath, is a sad day. Today, my younger brother's turtle, Malenky, meaning small in Russian, died. I have no idea how, or when, but I do know that he took a piece of every one's heart with him when he left. How strange it is, when you realize how much you cared for something only after its gone.&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Malanky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-3972711914260293501?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3972711914260293501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3972711914260293501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3972711914260293501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-day.html' title='A sad day.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-1982140344662142972</id><published>2009-05-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:26:59.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Hunting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShBxKYlGiDI/AAAAAAAAADI/CPmNbV6ZiZE/s1600-h/jawbone.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShBxKYlGiDI/AAAAAAAAADI/CPmNbV6ZiZE/s320/jawbone.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336889981644736562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, my younger brother, Andrei, wanted to take my younger sister, Abby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to see some baby snakes he found the day before. My brother, Andrew, and I decided to tag along. So, me equipped with my bike and a camera, we set off. Because we were on bikes, Andrew and I were faster than Abby and Andrei. The winter before, which was only a few months ago, a elk was killed, and I, being the type of person who isn't freaked out by skeletons, decided to get a closer look at what was left. Well, nothing much was. Only the head, which was in two pieces, the spinal cord and a few ribs.&lt;br /&gt;(The picture is of the bottom half of the jaw bone.)&lt;br /&gt;When we were ready, (we meaning me, as Andrew had been ready for awhile) we got back to our snake hunt. We finally got there, but, alas, they had moved! It seemed as if our snake hunt had been in vain! But, wait, Andrei found some! I jumped off my bike, camera ready, and looked. And there was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShBx5_IDBQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Du0wjm2b5o4/s1600-h/snak.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShBx5_IDBQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Du0wjm2b5o4/s320/snak.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336890799445705986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see it? Such wonderful animals, when they aren't poisonous! And so ends the glorious day of Snake Hunting. That, and a cold drink when you get home!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShByLqQSSII/AAAAAAAAADY/4LRNAlVDwZQ/s1600-h/snake2.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShByLqQSSII/AAAAAAAAADY/4LRNAlVDwZQ/s320/snake2.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336891103080761474" 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/389151319486177438-1982140344662142972?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1982140344662142972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/snake-hunting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1982140344662142972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/1982140344662142972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/snake-hunting.html' title='Snake Hunting!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/ShBxKYlGiDI/AAAAAAAAADI/CPmNbV6ZiZE/s72-c/jawbone.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5592551095975790342</id><published>2009-05-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:19:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another False Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For the past couple of days, we have had nice spring days with lots of sun, and lots of rain.  It hailed a bit on Tuesday, but other than that, it has been nice weather. I am looking forward to having nicer weather so I can be working outside with my mare, Megan. Also, I will be able to "tidy up" the family's animal graveyard. However, Montana is unpredictable, so we might be getting snow in July, but hopefully things will stay warm for a few months more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5592551095975790342?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5592551095975790342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-false-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5592551095975790342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5592551095975790342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-false-spring.html' title='Another False Spring?'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-3599410735591802786</id><published>2009-05-14T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:27:10.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some pictures of some animals I thought were cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyLCl5rV7I/AAAAAAAAACo/Sjb3-65POYQ/s1600-h/prancing.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyLCl5rV7I/AAAAAAAAACo/Sjb3-65POYQ/s320/prancing.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335792535177222066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyLWhBrTHI/AAAAAAAAACw/UN988omDUto/s1600-h/puppyandchicken.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyLWhBrTHI/AAAAAAAAACw/UN988omDUto/s320/puppyandchicken.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335792877465980018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKuruzMkI/AAAAAAAAACg/HhrtNaP4LKA/s1600-h/kitty.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKuruzMkI/AAAAAAAAACg/HhrtNaP4LKA/s320/kitty.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335792193144828482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyJo0_UA_I/AAAAAAAAACA/iwaxYkvBEks/s1600-h/goose.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyJo0_UA_I/AAAAAAAAACA/iwaxYkvBEks/s320/goose.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335790993039164402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKP1RbazI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Qbec5R_HhHc/s1600-h/osprey.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKP1RbazI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Qbec5R_HhHc/s320/osprey.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335791663130045234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKlvyPOCI/AAAAAAAAACY/ijyuAgSxsFc/s1600-h/duckling.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKlvyPOCI/AAAAAAAAACY/ijyuAgSxsFc/s320/duckling.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335792039614167074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKJbSzHVI/AAAAAAAAACI/iUxqJJG5gZk/s1600-h/bletedking+fisher.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyKJbSzHVI/AAAAAAAAACI/iUxqJJG5gZk/s320/bletedking+fisher.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335791553077255506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyL8X_g4hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oYFNMEqgg3k/s1600-h/tipsu.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyL8X_g4hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oYFNMEqgg3k/s320/tipsu.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335793527876018706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyMEONCUBI/AAAAAAAAADA/fimpUrJxyqQ/s1600-h/three+boys.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyMEONCUBI/AAAAAAAAADA/fimpUrJxyqQ/s320/three+boys.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335793662687334418" 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/389151319486177438-3599410735591802786?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3599410735591802786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-some-pictures-of-some-animals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3599410735591802786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/3599410735591802786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-some-pictures-of-some-animals.html' title='Here are some pictures of some animals I thought were cute.'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07r1xgtcAx4/SgyLCl5rV7I/AAAAAAAAACo/Sjb3-65POYQ/s72-c/prancing.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389151319486177438.post-5986081897691766492</id><published>2009-05-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:09:23.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>When my dad came up stairs yesterday morning, he said we were going to have a guest arrive. Even though we asked and asked, he wouldn't tell us.&lt;br /&gt;   At 12:00, my brother and I went out to milk Tillie, wondering who would come. When we finished, I took the milk to the house, and started to put it in jars to cool it. After I had everything ready, a blue van drove in. couldn't see who it was, as I wasn't wearing my glasses. I continued to pour the milk into the jars and my dad went to go meet our visitor. Soon, they came in. Now, I cant see much past my hand thats in front of my face, so I didn't see who came in with my dad. My dad asked if I remembered him. I squinted, trying to see, and my dad said, "You dont remember your uncle Larry?" Uncle Larry! I hadn't seen him in over four years! Getting back to the present, I said to dad, "Thats not true, I cant see!" Inside I was bubbling! I finished up with the milk, and got cleaned up. He spent all day yesterday with us, catching up. It was the best day the whole week! Okay, it was only monday, but still! Hopefully, we will be able to see him again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389151319486177438-5986081897691766492?l=mymtmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5986081897691766492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5986081897691766492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389151319486177438/posts/default/5986081897691766492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymtmustang.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>D.O.R.K  Daughter Of the Risen King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199583455515016244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
