<?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-8189665740548006075</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:58.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I said yes...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-197869416675871743</id><published>2007-05-14T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:19:02.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;address&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who can wrestle with me &amp; let me win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who I can talk to about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who laughs at my jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy who puts my cold hands in his warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt; pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who says i love you &amp; means it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who calls unexpectedly at random times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will have many inside jokes with me &amp; remember each one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n o t i c e s&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who realizes that girls say things but don't mean them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who shows up at my games, slipping in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who I can go swimming with on hot days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who can tell me his problems &amp; let me help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will listen to me talk about fun times with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will let me vent to him when I get angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who writes love letters to me but doesn't send them to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy with deep eyes that can see through faces into depths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who wears baseball hats &amp; lets me wear his too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who gives me his t-shirt to change into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who knows my favorite color, and song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy who will shake my daddy's hand &amp; look my mother in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will call me by my full name, first, middle, &amp; last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy who will kiss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;and tell me I'm pretty and mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will let me cry to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who will squeeze my hips just right from behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;plays with my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who knows when I have a math test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;or when I fail one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy who smells like he just stepped out of the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a boy who doesn't mind how weird I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who likes spending time with me even if it's just watching a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;who tells me I have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that too much to ask for??&lt;br /&gt;maybe, but I can dream forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's looking at you kid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-197869416675871743?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/197869416675871743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=197869416675871743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/197869416675871743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/197869416675871743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-boy.html' title='I want a boy...'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-1382960960376511566</id><published>2007-04-17T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:24:09.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been told to update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well... here I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but things have been better since I last wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm over the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 years is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he didn't like me, and never will.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;disney was pretty fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;besides the 5 hour choir performance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the rain on that friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can not, I repeat can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wait for the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of course i'm going to miss the friends that I don't hang out with outside of school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I'll get to see the ones that go to ohs a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the closer that summer is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the closer cornerstone is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and missouri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and michigan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and camping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well... I should probably finish write my spanish paper on Cencienta (Cinderella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope that all of your lives are going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's looking at you kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-1382960960376511566?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/1382960960376511566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=1382960960376511566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/1382960960376511566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/1382960960376511566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-told-to-update.html' title='I&apos;ve been told to update...'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-2223821654677371442</id><published>2007-03-04T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:39:00.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd love to come back with a happy blog, but...that's not going to happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;everything was going good, he was finally noticing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; came along and told him that she liked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and what does he do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;he jumps right up and asks her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm happy for the both of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but I was thinking that maybe, just maybe I had a chance this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I think it's time for me to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;time for me to like someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It sounds a whole lot easier than it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've tried to stop my self from liking him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but it's not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;all I need is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and maybe I'll find someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;on a happier note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Melissa got what she wanted =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and I couldn't be any happier for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;she deserves him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;well, I'm off to finish my homework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and start on my piano "lessons" for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; teaching myself is actually working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;here's looking at you kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-2223821654677371442?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/2223821654677371442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=2223821654677371442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/2223821654677371442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/2223821654677371442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2007/03/id-love-to-come-back-with-happy-blog.html' title='I&apos;d love to come back with a happy blog, but...that&apos;s not going to happen.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-3999313274937458526</id><published>2006-12-25T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:28:55.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the most wonderful time of the year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;last night when we were at my step- brother's dad's house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;we got a call from my brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and he told us that he needed my dad to get the insurance card and meet him at  farnswsorth and indian, because he got in an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i didn't think that it was as bad as it was, but the boy sure is lucky to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;his dream car got totaled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;what a merry christmas it is for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i feel even worse, because more than half of the gifts he got were things for his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;well, i hope that you all have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;in hope for better days...&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-3999313274937458526?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/3999313274937458526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=3999313274937458526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/3999313274937458526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/3999313274937458526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year?'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-8354028652610445122</id><published>2006-12-23T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:19:45.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13:4-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;not to questions the big man or anything, but if love is kind, then why does it hurt us so much?&lt;br /&gt;if it never fails, then why are people getting so many divorces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been reading from Corinthians a lot, and this is what has stuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;what's our world turning into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;people getting married, just because of physical attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it's a bit ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but changing the subject,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Christmas is in two days, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; a tad overwhelmed because my family is not as close as it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;they're all depending on me to call my grandpa and my brother to invite them over on Christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;off to make those phone calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-8354028652610445122?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/8354028652610445122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=8354028652610445122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/8354028652610445122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/8354028652610445122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-corinthians-134-8.html' title='1 Corinthians 13:4-8'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-5477665357916459185</id><published>2006-11-30T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:52:24.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just going to keep quiet from now on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't any drama, and I didn't have any homework again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  actually did a lot of thinking today.&lt;br /&gt;and, I've decided that I need to be more quiet from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people say that I don't talk enough,&lt;br /&gt;but I think that I talk way too much.&lt;br /&gt;and, half of the things that I say are mean or just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Group tonight was better than it has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;not regular eating disorders, but spiritual eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped me realize that I need to spend more time reading my bible and praying.&lt;br /&gt;I don't devote enough of my time to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the four different steps, or kinds of spiritual eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk: where you thrive off of what you were taught when you were little and don't think that you need to know anymore, because you're saved and are already going to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercise anorexia: where you go to church, but you don't pay enough attention, and spend a lot of time helping the church, but not going to the sermons and learning from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anorexia: where you go to church, you go to the sermons, but you pay little attention, because you think that you don't have to because you're already going to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulimia: where you basically go to church, but pay little attention, and you push aside your devotional time, and don't read the bible, or pray much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the lesson had a big effect on me, because I realize that I do go to church at least 2 times a week, but I don't spend any time worshiping God outside of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I have to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-5477665357916459185?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/5477665357916459185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=5477665357916459185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/5477665357916459185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/5477665357916459185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-just-going-to-keep-quiet-from-now-on.html' title='I&apos;m just going to keep quiet from now on...'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189665740548006075.post-9009380218255859059</id><published>2006-11-27T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:25:24.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>air fares went up friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;round trip to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; was a real good deal.&lt;br /&gt;cheap...tempting  and now...unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like someone else I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;today was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it wasn't exactly good, or bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've come to realize that no matter how much I like a person, that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never find the guts to tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had the chance to tell him twice today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two perfect moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But, something is stopping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I know that it's &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe it's the fear of losing him as a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or the fear of rejection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or just the fact that he's older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or maybe it's all 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just don't know anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tomorrow's always another day, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189665740548006075-9009380218255859059?l=lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/feeds/9009380218255859059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189665740548006075&amp;postID=9009380218255859059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/9009380218255859059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189665740548006075/posts/default/9009380218255859059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucky-bumshuckle.blogspot.com/2006/11/air-fares-went-up-friday.html' title='air fares went up friday...'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04666381739254325854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://icons.iconator.com/441/ICONATOR_5723cd036f65711a28408df372103444.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
