<?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-9806428</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:47:58.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Jordan's Stormy Banks I stand....</title><subtitle type='html'>and cast a wishful eye,
to Canaan's fair and happy land, 
where my possessions lie. 
I am bound,  
I am bound, 
I am bound for the promised land.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-3722501546242751512</id><published>2007-03-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:10:13.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUUPORT OUR TROOPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Unfortunately, our community has just gotten another hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    Luke Emch, 21 years old, died in Iraq from a bombing just one day before he was supposed to jump on a plane and come home. Luke was a Tallmadge High School 04 graduate.  He had a dad, mom, and sister. His mom is a teacher at Tallmadge Middle School, and may i say that she is the BEST teacher at Tallmadge Middle School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    It is events like these that make me want to fast-forward 20 years till when (Lord-willing) I am on the mission field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    Whether you support the war or not, there are hundreds of soldiers out there overseas fighting for us. There are millions of people who sacrifice their lives everyday, and we don't even think about it.  I don't even think about it. I enjoy my days, and I joke with my friends, and I play piano and I do my homework and I watch American Idol and I watch House and I shower, do my devotions and sleep (and I also write run-on sentences).  The people over in Iraq get up and train and fight.  They don't know if they will get food. They don't know if they will even see tomorrow; they don't even know if they will experience the next five minutes. They don't know if they will get to go back to bed at night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    They leave behind their whole lives. They take a step back for a year or two, and they fight for us over in the U.S. If it were not for them, what would we have as a country? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    I can't say that I know what it's like to lose someone over in Iraq, but I do know what its like to know someone over there. Someone I love as much as Luke was loved by his family, probably not. but someone I love. I can't even imagine what life is like for the Emch family. I know that I love Stephen and Jimmy, mom and dad, and Beckie, more than ANYTHING. God has blessed me immensely with the opportunity to even KNOW them. I am thankful that they are in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    Mrs. Emch: if you ever read this, I want you to know that I love you and your family, and I have been praying for you everyday since i heard the news. Hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-3722501546242751512?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3722501546242751512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=3722501546242751512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/3722501546242751512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/3722501546242751512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2007/03/suuport-our-troops.html' title='SUUPORT OUR TROOPS'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-4036706154614860141</id><published>2007-02-14T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:30:16.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Since it is Valentines day and I haven't posted in a while, I thought it would be a good idea to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on February 14, our eyes feast on pink and red hearts, our noses on the sweet smelling aroma, and our stomach on the box of chocolates that our parents just gave to us. But what is our mind feasting on?&lt;br /&gt;Are we dwelling on an earthly pleasures? Are we focusing on the love (or like) that we get from our significant other? Are we celebrating St. Valentine? Now there is absolutely nothing wrong with those things...in fact I love receiving a small gift from mom and dad in the morning, I do think about someone special on valentines day, and I'm sure St. Valentine was a great man, but have we forgotten who is love? When you celebrate today, remember your TRUE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;God created love.&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;br /&gt;God taught you how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-28651" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I speak in the tongues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+13#fen-NIV-28651a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-28652" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-28653" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+13#fen-NIV-28653b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; but have not love, I gain nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-28654" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28655" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28656" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28657" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-28658" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&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;span id="en-NIV-28659" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;For we know in part and we prophesy in part, &lt;span id="en-NIV-28660" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28661" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28662" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-28663" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&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/9806428-4036706154614860141?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4036706154614860141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=4036706154614860141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/4036706154614860141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/4036706154614860141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-116873262411141756</id><published>2007-01-13T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:57:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Exam</title><content type='html'>So the two days that I have been dreading since the last day of 7th grade have come: Final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I experienced my first semester of High School, I have learned one important thing: there is more to graduating High School than passing Final Exams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I know change can be scary and public school can be a rough place spiritually...but Emily....all of those kids in your class and school need Jesus so desperately. Has God sent you on a mission for Him?"&lt;br /&gt;I can remember Susan Johnson telling me that in an e-mail over the summer. I remember reading it and thinking "of course it(the school) is!" But you know what,  I didn't really look at it that way. It was just another Christian cliche, some idea that gets repeated over and over again to many people.  But as I learn more and more about Christ everyday, I learn that there is no such thing as a "Christian cliche."  I finally untied my blindfold and looked around.  You know what I found? A friend who has been trapped into worshiping the devil. A friend who drinks. A friend who is hurt. A friend who is stressed out. A friend who is blind to the truth. A friend who doesn't feel adequate.  A friend who is struggling with her family. A friend who nobody likes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend who has the greatest hope in the world, a friend who is a blood relative of Jesus Christ, a friend who won't open her mouth to speak of Him in her public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will use me this semester in a million ways.  But even more so, I pray that I would actually let Him use me.  My school is a big building fool of smart people, talented people, talkative people, funny people, amazing people, and above all lost souls.  Hopefully, when final exams come around again at the end of the second semester, I will get a better "grade" on the most important final exam of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with the thoughts of Wayne Watson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For such a time as this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was placed upon the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To hear the voice of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And do His will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For such a time as this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For now and all the days He gives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here, I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I am His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For such a time as this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/9806428-116873262411141756?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/116873262411141756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=116873262411141756' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116873262411141756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116873262411141756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2007/01/final-exam.html' title='The Final Exam'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-116760474480525589</id><published>2006-12-31T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:39:04.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with the old....</title><content type='html'>On this last day of 2006, God truly blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;After the service today,  we had a fellowship dinner. Of course the food was amazing (it was Baptist women in a kitchen, I mean come on!) but besides the food the people were amazing, and it made me realize what I really want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;As Clint came over to encourage me, little Jacob came over and stood by my side. I kept talking and listening, and Jacob just stayed there. At one point i picked him up, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I was truly blessed at that moment, and later I realized that I wanted to be with people. I don't want to be a writer, I don't want to become some business executive, and I don't want to be the first lady, or a famous rock star. I just want to love people.&lt;br /&gt;If ever I have made anyone angry, it wasn't on purpose (except maybe Beckie, but hey, we're sisters!).  I know that I have stepped on toes with the gospel, and I don't apologize for stepping on them, but I do apologize for applying pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Well, enjoy the last hours of 2006!&lt;br /&gt;I'll  leave you with thoughts from the O-C -Supertones :Refuge (In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Share this brief quiet moment with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let the lights and smoke all fade away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And there's nothing left but Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and no one left but you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where will you go from here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Welcome to the end of time well spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope the words I'm singin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; find you well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, don't miss the message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no greater truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take refuge in His heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-116760474480525589?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/116760474480525589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=116760474480525589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116760474480525589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116760474480525589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/12/off-with-old.html' title='Off with the old....'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-116701612265833133</id><published>2006-12-24T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:08:42.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gift of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, I haven't updated in a while (thanks for the reminders :] )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Last year, I posted the same old boring Christmas message -its about Christ's birthday, not the gifts. Though I think part of my excitement still came from the gifts..And who can say that no excitement comes from the gifts! But I do think that I've found more excitement in other places, which mean a lot more to me than something special in a cardboard box wrapped and placed under a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Christmas program today, had a great message, that the best gift of all is Jesus. The theme song (The Best Gift of All) was my favorite. I listened to it the last Friday of school.  Among all other things that I let pass by, I let an article on religion not even phase me. Those kids are in such sad situations, believing false teachings, and here I am, someone who has been born again, received salvation through Jesus Christ, has found someone she can always depend on and trust, and I don't even think twice about the spiritual danger these kids are in. Fellow classmates that I pass virtually everyday in the hallway. The people that I do "teams" with in Mr. Morrissey's class, the "pods" in Mrs. Stallman's class.  SO MANY PEOPLE! And so many dead people. I don't know who, but someone made this metaphor: walking around with dead people. I spend everyday with classrooms FULL of dead people, and I can help bring them to life, but there I sit, quietly, at my desk. Too afraid to mutter even a word about Jesus Christ, the very man who saved my life. I am ashamed of myself. The best gift of all truly is Jesus, but the best gift you can give to Him is you. Not just your heart, and not just your life. But everything. Give Him you. The whole "shabang." He needs soldiers for His army more than we need life itself. And what have we to be afraid of? Failure? Rejection? Who cares? We're leaning on the Lord's side (remember VBS????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This Christmas, give yourself to God. Do His work. Does that mean become a pastor? NO! Become a missionary to Antarctica? NO! But be His soldier, right here (or wherever you may be). We will make mistakes, and we will be afraid, and even embarassed sometimes. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our God reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me who's side are you leaning on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leaning on the Lord's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas all! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMEMBER- Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-116701612265833133?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/116701612265833133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=116701612265833133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116701612265833133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116701612265833133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-gift-of-all.html' title='The Best Gift of All'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-116113392257177216</id><published>2006-10-17T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:12:02.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Missons Race (part zero)</title><content type='html'>I don't think that I'll finsih the Amazing Missions Race saga, partly because I can't remember, and partly because you don't really want to read it.  So I'll go back to regular posting.&lt;br /&gt;The concert we went to for Audio A and MercyMe was awesome.  Of course Audio A didn't play the Houseplant Song and MercyMe didn't play "So Long Self" til the very end, but hey, they played it, didn't they? The opening guy should get some credit too, his name was Phil Whicam (sp?).&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am going to go for now, short and sweet, you know how I like to do things.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a riddle for you:&lt;br /&gt;(if you know the answer don't comment it)&lt;br /&gt;If you call the tail of a dog a leg, how many legs does the dog have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-116113392257177216?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/116113392257177216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=116113392257177216' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116113392257177216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/116113392257177216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazing-missons-race-part-zero.html' title='The Amazing Missons Race (part zero)'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115741148125279873</id><published>2006-09-04T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:11:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115741148125279873?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115741148125279873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115741148125279873' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115741148125279873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115741148125279873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115741135603883580</id><published>2006-09-04T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:09:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Missons Race (part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I told you that I would do both, So I am combining them. Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Missions Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Monday: The Evening News.&lt;/span&gt; The schedule got a little messesd up because of the rain, so we went door to dooring. I was with Clint, Bobby, and Cuyler. We went to visit Albert and Kellen (sp?). Albert was home (I love that kid) and he is planning on coming back, which is awesome. Kellen wasn't home, so we left him a note. Then we talked to this lady with some kids over. We got a chance to talk to them about church and how we know for sure that we're going to Heaven. She kept yelling for/at her kids though, so I don't know how much of it they actually got. Then we went on to talk to lots more people, we even got to minister to a pitt bull, which was VERY cute. Cuyler kept playing with his bugs in the car, it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday: MOW EM' DOWN&lt;/span&gt;! My group was Carl, Any, me, and Beckie. I think thats it. We went around offering to mow people's lawns. And you know what everyone said? NO! They resisted the chance for a free lawn mowing! Some other groups had better luck, but I guess things won't alweays work the way we want them to. Then we came back to the church and I finally got to clip some hedges (Haha Beckie). Then the hedges had a hedge part (haha Brittany).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wednesday: Thirsty?&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday we went to different parks and gave people water and a chance at eternal water. It was awesome. I was with Kristen K., Vicki , Becky G. , and Timmy. Me, timmy and Vicki were a group. And we got to talk to a lot fo people. Giving water with the application of spiritual water was a lot of fun. WE met a guy who had a very strange conversion. Protestant/ Baptist to Catholicism (sp?). I was a little suprised, its usually the other way around. We had fun though. WE ran outr of water early, but in all the whole youth group talked to about 100-200 people! AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thursday: The Secret of the Apple&lt;/span&gt;. Thursday we all went to the Haven of Rest. 1/2 of us helped with the little kids, and 1/2 of the youth group served dinner. I helped witht he kids. Andy and I are some sweet pupeteers. We did the puppet show, and my arm was in a lot of pain while doing that! Afterwards, we had BIG SUPRISE, apples. And we got to hang out with the kids, which was nice. I wanted a little kid who would like me and I could show love to, and I got one! She wouldn't let go when it was time to leave! I want to go back. I want to do something regular. It would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Friday: Missionary Dinner&lt;/span&gt;. The missionary dinner was AMAZING! We were separated into groups. China (me, Ty and Bobby), U.S.A, UPG, Europe, and South America. They were all served dinner differently according to the way and amount of gospel they got. China: we got little amounts of food, and our waiter wasn't very talkative. Spirtual Application (SA) : China is in a communistic communioty, so they are only allowed to have a little bit of the gospel, and it is not allowed so it is underground. U.S.A.- LOTS AND LOTS of food, good food. Good service. SA: The U. S has so much of the gospel, but we aren't taking all of it. There's still some left over, we can share! (and some of us still need it!) UPG- Unreached people group. No food, no service. SA- No gospel. No missionaries. No eternal life. Europe- gross/cold food. Okay service. SA- They have it and its thr real gospel, but its so traditionalistic (not all bad) that no one really wants to go to the churches. South America- tons of food, great service, not nutritional. SA- Lots and lots of Christianity/missionaries, but not so much GOOD spiritual food or truth. Not much TRUE gospel. It was amazing. I learned a lot, just from Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Saturday: Down Time.&lt;/span&gt; BOWLING! Man that was awesome! Fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missions week was amazing. It taught me a lot. I can't wait til Missions Week 07'. I would really love to be a missionary, but we'll leave that to God. In the meantime, keep your eyes fixed for Part 2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115741135603883580?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115741135603883580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115741135603883580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115741135603883580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115741135603883580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/09/amazing-missons-race-part-one_04.html' title='The Amazing Missons Race (part One)'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115620503440419836</id><published>2006-08-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:03:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime, and the livin' was easy...</title><content type='html'>Well, summer is pretty much over. I have about two hours left, but they're pretty packed. This summer has been amazing. I learned a lot through camp, church, missionaries, Mrs. Johnson, and missions week. It's been nice to get away from all the studying and stress that awaits me in the school building. But at least this year my worrying will decrease. I have been encouraged by many people and given verses also. Mostly from my mom and Mrs. Scott, but others have too. Even people I don't personally know. The cashier at Old Navy even t0ld me I'd do fine. She was really nice =)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I won't be posting about the missions week, but you can be  ABSOTIVELY POSOLUTELY sure I will! Most likely on Saturdayish.&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and Liz spent the day together. She came over and stayed till after dinner. We finally broke our record of 618, by 206, bringing in a honking 842!!!!!!!!!! Our next year's goal is 1,000 but we'd also be happy with 843 ! Then we had our award, grahm crackers with fluffernutter inbetween and chocolate syrup "drizzeled" on top, then frozen in the freezer, plus a big glass of milk. They were amazing to say the least. And of course we had ice cream sundays after dinner also to celebrate. We played guess who and clue and we started memory but put it away for a Bible Trivia game called "inklings." It was fun. We went to dinner, and she was suprised at the converstaion being so serious, then we took the dog for a walk, played cards and ate our sundays of which I mentioned earlier :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to start the evening's festivities of swimming..making a locker sign..doing my devotions..and finishing off my report.&lt;br /&gt;As Pastor would say, and said last night,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115620503440419836?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115620503440419836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115620503440419836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115620503440419836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115620503440419836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/08/summertime-and-livin-was-easy.html' title='Summertime, and the livin&apos; was easy...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115438632516774477</id><published>2006-07-31T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:52:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sfondideldesktop.com/Images-Animals/Lions/Mo-D-C-A-Ad-Walt-Disney-Animation-Lion-King.Gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sfondideldesktop.com/Images-Animals/Lions/Mo-D-C-A-Ad-Walt-Disney-Animation-Lion-King.Gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    So, last night me and Beckie watched "The Lion King," and it was actually very good. There were somethings in the movie that I had never noticed before. Like a joke about turning Scar into a rug then beating him, and also when I was a child it nevery really sunk in that Scar and Mufasa (sp?) were brothers, they just didn't look alike, so it didn't occur to me that they were bros.&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone came home from camp, which made me really happy, because it was too quiet around here at night. It was actually pretty creepy. Stephen went back up, but I think this is his last week. THEN WE GO TO CANADA AND I AM SO INCREDIBLY EXCITED FOR THAT!&lt;br /&gt;    I went to morning swim practice just because and it was tiring, but my muscles didn't hurt til' afterwards. I actually prefer school swim team than summer swim, I don't know why, but I think I was actually homesick. Maybe it was because I didn't know everyone too well, and those I did know were in a different lane or I didn't really get to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;    It's nice to have Pastor back at church. I really looked forward to evening service, and I enjoyed the sermon on 1 John. I vented on Rosie about my "bad day" (it really wasn't a bad day, i was just kidding) and then had a dispute with a handful of people regarding what color the bulletins were. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did  &lt;/span&gt;look purple in the morning, but I guess they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; white.&lt;br /&gt;    A bird got trapped in the filter of our pool on Sunday, and my dad made me go out and throw it across the back fence. I didn't have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; the bird, but it was still pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;    MARLINS WON CHAMPIONSHIPS! AND EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM I AM STILL VERY HAPPY FOR THEM. THEY WERE UNDEFEATED. WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I'm going to check my email, play with the dog, then swim. Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115438632516774477?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115438632516774477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115438632516774477' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115438632516774477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115438632516774477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/07/lion-king.html' title='The Lion King'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115388220567006089</id><published>2006-07-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:50:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Critique</title><content type='html'>Well, Camp was awesome, of course! The speaker was great! What effected me most was that after living with 7 years of Salvation doubts, I can finally relax, cause I know I am saved, and that's a GREAT feeling!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you're probably wondering what the title of my post is about. I just finished watching "Auquamarine"and I have some thoughts on it.&lt;br /&gt;Part of the movie really exposed me to what a worldy or broken family is like. One of the characters had her father walk out on her, and she claimed that the only place shes sees and learns about love are magazines. Like seventeen, scope, GL, and all those girly things. It really makes me fell bad, because there maybe people out there who only see love tin those places, and it's not even there. I'm grateful to be able to see love between my parents, between my siblings and I, and ESCPECIALLY AND FOREMOST on the cross at calvary. Everytime I prop open my bible, I can see love.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was about two best friends who were going to be separated at the end of the summer because one had to move to Austrilia. It made me think of Elizabeth. I am so lucky to have a best friend who lives so close.&lt;br /&gt;To Elizabeth: Thankyou so much, you're such a great friend. I am so grateful that by some small chance of our parents going to the same church, we became friends. I will always be there for you and I'll always think you're the most awesomest coolest person, even if you feel like nothing. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;And to all other friends, thankyou. I'm so lucky to have you as friends. You guys are awesome, and I'll always think you're awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115388220567006089?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115388220567006089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115388220567006089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115388220567006089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115388220567006089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-critique.html' title='Movie Critique'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115299821555239075</id><published>2006-07-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:16:55.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another couple of days...</title><content type='html'>I decided that since I had some free time on my hands that I'd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;Brittany and Rosie spent the night after church (which was great, Carl did a great job leading devotions and Beckie :songs) and well....it was...interesting. We learned that Five Iron Frenzy weren't wearing their own pants, and we watched Hangman's curse. We had muffins for breakfast, and we also watched the Alive 03 Audio Adrenaline concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thursday &lt;/span&gt;was a very lazy day for me. Beckie had Jessica and Sara over, and I sat by the pool and read almost the whole time. I got in to swim a little too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;the Hembrees and Keys spent the day at the pool with us. It was a little cool in hte pool, but that did not stop Andy and Timmy. They stayed in almost the whole time. Then after they left we got ready to go to Ty's party. THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN! We spent last night in the rain during a thunderstorm in the puddles of the parking lot at the church next door to their house. We were singing camp songs and just having so much fun. We watched "Your's, Mine, and Our's"  and we also watched "While You Were Sleeping" but i went to sleep, then woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. Beckie, being the greatest sister &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; came and slept next to me and offered for me to wake her up if i needed to :) I love her. I finally fell asleep and then woke up around 9:30ish and we talked a little, ate breakfast, talked some more, then went home. It was lots o'  fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, today,  Beckie had a friend over and I've just been being lazy by the pool as usual. But the day hasn't ended yet. I might talk to Christine, take a dog for a walk, then i think we're getting candy/snacks for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PSYCHED FOR CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115299821555239075?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115299821555239075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115299821555239075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115299821555239075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115299821555239075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-another-couple-of-days.html' title='Just another couple of days...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115254519285298914</id><published>2006-07-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:26:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/1600/lukeyppookey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/lukeyppookey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115254519285298914?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115254519285298914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115254519285298914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115254519285298914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115254519285298914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115250135478225429</id><published>2006-07-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:15:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A heated post...</title><content type='html'>Well, spending a week at Myrtle beach, it really changed my thoughts about it. It was SO AWESOME!! We were allowed to...get this..HAVE FUN!!!!! Now I know we don't give Marco Island much credit, and i do feel bad about that, but i'm not kidding. This vacation was so much fun compared to last year. (P.S. I turned the porch light on after 9:00 just to disuprt the sea turtles....or maybe it was just to make fun of Marco Island...but whatever the reason...the porch light wa on after 9:00 and no one could stop me...)&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle Beach brings me to my current fury: the worldliness of this world. On Tuesday night, our family went out the Prestons for dinner, then me, Beck, Steve, mom and nanny went out to the little stores to look for souvineers (sp?) Waves, Pacific, Wings, etc... I was absolutely disgusted. Those stores make me so mad its not even funny. They have so many sex-oriented prodcuts that it drives me up a wall and back down again, TWICE! I hate what I see! The only picture of a woman you will see in those stores that isn't animated and isn't a clothing tag is most likely half'naked. It's disgusting. It angers me! But no..they can't stop there. No that would be so so so...i don't know g-rated? No by now its rated-r. They had to take another step. They just HAD to advertise alcohol on everything. Footballs, swimsuits, towels, magnets. Yeah , okay guys, lets teach all the little kids that come in these stores that alcohol is fun.Mhmm...THAT'S A SMART IDEA!!!!! Oh, and lets not stop there, why don't we umm...oh i know! Lets advertise sex! And drugs! And immaturity! These are great lessons for kids! Now, I am not always mature and I am not sinless. But I am out from under the power of sin, and i don't have to sin. I make mistakes anyway, because i am a sinner. But i see ABSOLUTELY NO justification for any of this in a souvineer store. Who wants to walk into a store and be bombarded by sex, drugs, alchol and immodestly dressed women. NOT ME. And I'm tired of it. I have to see it everyday on T.V. and the internet (i don't have to, i can stop using the computer and watching T.V.) There's absolutely no excuse for it. NONE. UGGGHHHH!  Why? Why? Why?It certainly has no positive benefits to advertise that stuff! Most of it's benefits are people who have died of bad choices they made, and sex before marriage, and pregnant teens. Is it really worth it to advertise that stuff, when its so disgusting that some people don't even want to look at it? When it causes people to think about ti and make fatal decisions? Is it? Yet they still get to advertise it. How come I can't advertise Christianity. Its not bad...infact its the best thing that's ever happened to me. But no, its too influential. You can't force it on people.&lt;br /&gt;#1- I'm not forcing it on you or shoving it down your throat. I'm sharing it with you, because I want you to spend eternity in Heaven and I care about you. I want to introduce you to my Saviour, my hope, my love, my driving force, my EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;#2- Why can't I advertise my relgion, which is clean, will solve lot's of problems, and will provide hope for this hopeless generation, when you can advertise sex, drugs and alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to provide hope for yourself in and for this sexually oriented-drug infested-alcoholic-immature-immodest-world. Tell me. I'll show you how. But until then, know this: My God is bigger than that of this world. He is everything. He is love. He is truth. He is the Alpha. He is the Omega. He is the beginning. He is the end. He is the bright morning star. He is beautiful. He is light. He is awesome. He is God. He is big. He is #1. He is everything to me. And He is the victor. No matter what, when He comes back for me and my fellow- family members of God, no matter how big and how strong your army is. The victory will be His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, surrender to Him. Give yourself over to Him. He died for you! So that you can live, so why don't you leave this world and come to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 12:2 " And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, acceptable, and perfect, will of God." KJV version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ready to stop conforming to the pattern of this world and come to God, please. Tell me, or someone in the youth group blog. We would be more than happy to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.bsbcyouth.blogspot.com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115250135478225429?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115250135478225429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115250135478225429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115250135478225429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115250135478225429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/07/heated-post.html' title='A heated post...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115163255857488660</id><published>2006-06-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:57:30.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something before i venture off...</title><content type='html'>So, I decided that before I leave you, I should leave you something.&lt;br /&gt;This week was VBS, and I thought it was really fun. I was in the tribe of Levi, with Libby. We had Kyle in our group, and boy does he talk A LOT! Wow, that is one smart kid!The bread was really good, of course. I also liked the market place and the dramas were really good this year. I don't think there is a 3rd Holy Land Adventure. I really liked this VBS. But, no I must say my final good bye to the Bethlehem Marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;The outreach was fun. We didn't get to talk to many people face to face about their relationship with Christ, but we invited a lot of people to BSBC and to VBS.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am quite delighted to go to Myrtle Beach this year and not Marco Island. Not only do we get to drive and not fly, but its more of a family environment, Nanny is coming,its not mosquitoe infested, and there are quite so many rules (plus the pool doesn't feel like a hot tub).&lt;br /&gt;Stpehn and Jimmy were at camp this week, and it was just me and Beckie here...that was quite interesting, especially today.&lt;br /&gt;I did my piano solo and my drama, and I think they both went quite well, so 75% of my summer stress is gone! YAY! I just have to finish my report, which won't be bad. Now I can just sit back and enjoy the summer!&lt;br /&gt;Last night i wrote a prayer to God and we worked somethings out. It was nice to get things offa my chest. I listened to Selah: Greatest Hymns. It was really nice. It reminds me of the conversation me and Nanny had on the way home from VBS. We passed The Chapel and noted that it was a really big church. I am so blessed and thankful to attend BSBC, where we are a small community and everybody knlolws everybody. I also like that we are an "old-fashioned" church, rather than a "contemporary" because we get to sing hymns, which i really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan came over this morning. I think he found his new favorite :Beckie. that kid was running all over the house yelling her name. He loves her, and I think its really cute.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to miss you all! I send you all my love! Have a good time at VBS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115163255857488660?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115163255857488660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115163255857488660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115163255857488660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115163255857488660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-something-before-i-venture-off.html' title='A little something before i venture off...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115092630632180396</id><published>2006-06-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:45:06.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost time for dinner, but I think I have time for a quick post (yeah, I know, very unusual for me).&lt;br /&gt;Well, today it rained, so i spent most of the day in infront of the T.V. Yeah, I kinda feel like I wasted my day completely. I'm sure Youth group will be more worth while though.  Brittany, Rosie, and Kassie went to  Alive yesterday. They called me. Andy might go up to. I hope they have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the piano recital. As usual, my nerves got ahold of me, and I messed up the duet AND my solo. Most of the mistakes on my solo were because of the piano pedal. It took almost all of my foot strength to get it down! Oh well, the church piano is much better, so hopefully I'll be able to play better on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my post, I'll probably post later this week.&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115092630632180396?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115092630632180396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115092630632180396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115092630632180396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115092630632180396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-almost-time-for-dinner-but-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-115051423768799160</id><published>2006-06-16T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:17:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i think i'm getting the point: Emily needs to post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy person in the summer, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't tell you all that's happend, since its been a long time since my last post.  I ended middle school in tears, and yeah, I'm still not happy about that. But  I was encouraged by Mrs. Scott that God will be  there with me. &lt;br /&gt;STEPHEN'S HOME!&lt;br /&gt;Girls night out was A LOT of fun! Guess what Rosie! Its 10:44! Yeah, Emily gets a little looney in the late hours....&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....i have a piano recital next week...yuck....oh well, its to help old people in a nursing home be happy, so i guess its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The Youth Group picnic was AWESOME! Me and Ty hung together most of the time. I love that girl! I only get to see her at church these days, so we had a lot of fun sitting by "Alder Pond" more like "Alder's Puke" if you ask me, and talking. She makes me smile =) See?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth and I have been doing the traditional summer activities, although we can't seem to break last year's record with the beach ball volleying. Elizabeth however broke a new record with staying under water for 1 minute and 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I really like summer. No school and no stress...except the piano recital, piano lab, and special music....and the summer reading...but that'll all pass through....i'll live.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think I'll let you be, hopefully I'll post within a week. You never no, I get so busy being lazy, i just may not be able to fit it in my schhedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-115051423768799160?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/115051423768799160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=115051423768799160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115051423768799160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/115051423768799160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-think-im-getting-point-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114895114089827403</id><published>2006-05-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:05:40.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updation...to the minimal degree...</title><content type='html'>So yeah....today was the memorial day, and it was....a new experience...&lt;br /&gt;I fainted for the first time in my entire life. All i remember is ending  "You're a Grand old Flag,"  and my music started getting a brownish color, then the world got consumed by a big  black blob. I do remeber telling Jackie, but i don't think she heard me, and i wasn't acting on it too seriously, because it had happened earlier and passed away....unfortunately i didn't have that luck this time. I completely blacked out, then i remember stumbling, then i saw Jackie and Lauren. and i heard Beckie behind me. Then it was off to the ambulance, where i just wanted to sit on the end of the truck, but they made me get inside, and it was air conditioned. It was AWESOME! They didn't give me any water, but the AC cooled me off, and they took my blood pressure and sugar. then they asked me questions, and sent me on my merry way! I didn't get to play anymore, but that's okay. Thankyou to all who helped me and showed concern for me, at school and home! I'll try not to faint next year!&lt;br /&gt;    Audrey and Elizabeth spent the night last night and we watched  "Memoirs of a GEisha." we found that it is a REALLY slow movie. It was alright, but as usual, i fell asleep. We had fun though, and we went swimming in the blue-green ice cube. (Oh yeah and when i got home, beckie gave me an impression of my fall, i felt stupid :) )&lt;br /&gt;    I finished all my homeowrk, finally. My project took me FOREVER! From 10:00 am to 5:30 p.m, and there was still proofreading to be done on sunday ( of course there were some breaks in between).&lt;br /&gt;    Well, im tired and i have nothing left to type, so I'll leave ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114895114089827403?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114895114089827403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114895114089827403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114895114089827403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114895114089827403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/05/updationto-minimal-degree.html' title='Updation...to the minimal degree...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114755366691493770</id><published>2006-05-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:54:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I;m sorry, i haven't posted in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll start out with the work weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work weekend was AWESOME!!!!I didn't want to stop working! We started out moving malch for a path that nobody walks on (oh well). Then we went and spray painted. We help bring things out from the back of the camp that we used to help with scaffolding (sp?) . Then our group (mainly Ty, Kristen, Brittany, and me, but with a few drifters) split up and Kristen and I paved cement. Brittany and Ty went to help clean sailboats, but Brittany didn't want to do that anymore so we switched jobs. When i got to the sailboats, i was working with Ty, Beckie, Rachel, and Bethany, but we were with some other staff members and their family. I think the sailboats were the most fun part! But I can say that I did 3 things that i had never done before at the Camp Patmos work weekend:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spray Painted&lt;br /&gt;2. Used cemeny&lt;br /&gt;3. Laid on the bottom of a sailboat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I went to Washingotn D.C. It was AWESOME! It wasn't boring at all (except the Baltimore Cruise and Museum of Natural History). We had a lot of fun, and i actually learned a lot and had fun learning it and seeing all the memorials. We got to see the ceremony for switching the guards at the tomb of the unknown soldier. It was amazin. Repetitive, but AMAZING! Following that was a wreath-laying ceremony and Kassie got to be in it! We had some strange conversations at the hotel and some slaphappiness, but it was a lot of fun! If you ever get the chance to go to Washington D.C., I have one piece of advice for you.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO!!!!&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/9806428-114755366691493770?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114755366691493770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114755366691493770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114755366691493770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114755366691493770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sorry-i-havent-posted-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114575616943874046</id><published>2006-04-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:36:09.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>So, another update for ye blogreaders of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick right now. My throat hurts and my nose is stuffy (possibly from all the dust I encountered today) and I'm sneezing.  Today we cleaned out my room for Chuck to re-wood. Then we went "window shopping" for furniture. That was fun ...Beckie  "this is the time when someone we know walks down the isle.."&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to target and bought a lamp and I got a knew C.D. Which I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND FOR ALL YOU HYMN LOVERS: Selah; Greatest Hymns. And I think you should read the lyrics to this song, I'm sure you'll like it...&lt;br /&gt;Take My Hand Precious Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious Lord, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on,&lt;br /&gt;Let me stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I am weak I am worn&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm, through the night&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on to the light&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near&lt;br /&gt;When my life is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;Hear my cry,&lt;br /&gt;Hear my call&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand lest I fall&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness appears and the night draws near&lt;br /&gt;And the day is past and gone&lt;br /&gt;At the river I stand&lt;br /&gt;Guide my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious Lord, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on,&lt;br /&gt;Let me stand&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, I am weak, I am worn&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm, through the night&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on to the light&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114575616943874046?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114575616943874046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114575616943874046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114575616943874046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114575616943874046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114521065127955176</id><published>2006-04-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:05:59.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many of the religions of this world can say that their savior, or their leader, or their "god" died for them. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NONE &lt;/span&gt;of them can say that he rose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HE IS RISEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114521065127955176?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114521065127955176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114521065127955176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114521065127955176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114521065127955176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/many-of-religions-of-this-world-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114511484391656558</id><published>2006-04-15T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:27:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou Jesus!</title><content type='html'>He performed a miracle.You say "who cares?"&lt;br /&gt;He publically speaks.You do not listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He dies for you.You show no remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He rises from the dead.You shrugg it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you.You do not care.&lt;br /&gt;He's calling you.You do not listen.&lt;br /&gt;He simply wants you to repent and love him....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                    ~&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is AWESOME. Yesterday was Good Friday. Yes it was another day off of school, and yes you could sleep in and go to the mall or watch T.V. and sit at the computer all day, but there is a better meaning behind the day.&lt;br /&gt;On Good Friday, a man was found guilty even though he wasn' in fact he had done absolutely nothing wrong his whole life and given the worst punnishment that people had in Roman times; crucifixion. He was crucified at 9:00 a.m., died at 3:00 p.m, and had darkness come around the Earth at 12:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A MAN WHO HAD LIVED A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINLESS&lt;/span&gt; LIFE WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRUCIFIED&lt;/span&gt;, HANGING ON A CROSS WITH NAILS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PIERCED&lt;/span&gt; THROUGH HIS HANDS, ONE NAIL PIERCED THROUGH BOTH FEET. A CROWN OF THORNS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt; ONTO HIS HEAD. HE HAD BEEN MOCKED AND WHIPPED. A SPEAR WAS FORCED THROUGH HIS SIDE. PEOPLE SPAT AT HIM AND THEY EVEN PUT A SIGN ABOVE HIS HEAD THAT SAID "KING OF THE JEWS." NOBODY FORCED JESUS TO DO THIS. HE WAS GOD, HE COULD HAVE PUT A STOP TO IT AT ANYTIME. BUT HE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DIDN'T.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; HE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VOLUNTARILY&lt;/span&gt; HUNG ON THAT CROSS FOR A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus hung on that cross and gave up his life so that you could have life.  If he hadn't died that night, you would have been eternally punished for your sin. He provied a way out for you. An escape from this world. A ticket to Heaven. And do you know what, he GAVE it to you. It's free. You cannot do anything to get it. Not good works, not going to church, NOTHING. Just take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The good thing is that like He said, He rose again the third day.He ascended into Heaven, and He's coming back again to bring those who have recieved the ticket to Heaven. If you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; taken it, you will spend eternity with Jesus your savior, father, and creator in Heaven.ETERNITY. That means forever. Once you are saved and you step into the hands you can never step out. Even if you want to! If you haven't taken it, you will spend eternity with Satan, the Devil, your enemy, in darkness and pure torture worse than anything you can even begin to imagine in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND THAT'S A FACT.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to take the ticket, please pray this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear God,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do your will,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to be on the “winning” side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I believe that you died on the cross for my sins,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to earth as a baby,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to be a good person or do good works to get to Heaven, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you rose again on the third day and stayed on earth for 40 days&lt;br /&gt;then ascended,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I realize that I have sinned,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repent them,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do your will,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be on the willing side,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as of &lt;u&gt;____time_____, day__, ________month,_date,_ year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; AMEN!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, this is not a universal prayer of salvation it just happens to be the one that I prayed for my rededication when I was unsure of my eternal destination. To get to Heaven you do not have to pray this prayer specifically, but you do need to tell God that you're a sinner , repent and ask forgiveness of your sins. Give yourself over to him, and BELIEVE. And don't forget to invite him to live in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you prayed this prayer, than I would like you to comment or find a way to talk to me. i'll pray for you and just keep living for Jesus. If you need a good church you can come to Brown Street Baptist Church, which is my church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And for all of you who came to camp with me this summer, don't forget to say "Thankyou Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/9806428-114511484391656558?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114511484391656558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114511484391656558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114511484391656558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114511484391656558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/thankyou-jesus.html' title='Thankyou Jesus!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114498389583884122</id><published>2006-04-13T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:04:55.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...I'm kinda Bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    So,  It's a 4 -day weekend, and I'm kinda bored. Today was a pretty good day. Toomorrow I go to the mall to shop for easter.  I think Ty's staying for the day too. I don't have anything to type about.  I am mad that Bucky got voted off instead of Ace. I've been singing  "Bohemian Rhapsody" since Tuesday, and my room has been quite messy this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    Well let this be the record of my absolute shortest post ever. I'll post soon with more to say I hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114498389583884122?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114498389583884122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114498389583884122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114498389583884122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114498389583884122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmmim-kinda-bored.html' title='Hmmm...I&apos;m kinda Bored..'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114452474877643166</id><published>2006-04-08T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:32:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Updation"</title><content type='html'>So, i haven't posted in almost a month. sorry guys, I just don't like to type!&lt;br /&gt;     Well, last night was fun.  ME, christine, and Katie went to a bonfire last night, at Rosie's. Allie, Jordan, Lauren, Kassie and Dan were there. I didn't want to look fancy or anything just because Dan was there, but Latie made me wear lipgloss (which I rubbed off my lips on the way there) and foundation. And they wouldn't let me wear my hair in a ponytail :) Oh well, It was fnu anyways. i love Rosie's bonfires.&lt;br /&gt;    As for leading at OLV, I'm still a little uncomfortable, but If I want to grow up and become a missionary I better start practicing now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;    After watching American Idol Wednesday night, i am officially infuriated! MANDISA IS THE BEST FEMALE SINGER ON THE SHOW!!! But of course,  i like Taylor better, but Mandisa has 100 times more talent than Elliot, Ace, and Bucky (even though I like Bucky). One of them should have gone instead.&lt;br /&gt;    So, I'm currently listening to "Better is One DAy" by Kutless and it reminds me so much of camp i want to cry. i miss Camp. I hope that I can go to the work weekend. Me and Kristen can clean the craft room again, right Kristen? I'm sure she's thinking "As long as we don't have to move the bikes." I don't even like to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ride &lt;/span&gt;the bikes. Much less move them. But I do like the Ice Cream :) Anyways, P.D. is our speaker. How can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be excited?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;    School is well school...homework...friends...teachers...new class....new grading period...DRAMA CLUB!!!....and...band. All though I was asking Mrs. Scott's opinion on which element of success stress would fall under ( I had to write an essay on my self &amp; the six elements of success) and though i didn't ask her to she ended up reading what I had already written, And i had my vision and goals written down. One being becoming a missionary, and when she finished she said "I want to know where you go." Every once in a while I see more evidence of her being a wicked-wretched-vile-sinner-saved-by-grace. And I may be a dork, but I think it's pretty awesome that she shows evidence.&lt;br /&gt;    So, i wrote to Mrs. Johnson about 2 weeks ago and she still hasn't written back :( I hope she does. I would like to keep in touch with her. She's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;    I haven't seen anyone from church in almost a week and I think I am going to die. I miss you guys! But I had fun at OLV, and guess what?!?!?!?! I WAS LOUD! It was the turn of the century. People could hear me from about 30 feet away. I'm sure my science class would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;    So, I spent the night at Christine's last night. And I couldn't fall alseep, and everytime I got really close, her sister and friends tried to pull a prank on us, and they never shut the door so to keep my eyes from blinding I had to get up and shut the door.And also Grandma had told me that when she can't fall asleep she figures God is keeping her up to pray for something. I prayed for about 50 people last night. But I evenually fell asleep by playing Pachabell's (sp?) Canon in my head. Chances are if I know you closely I prayed for you. But now that I think about it a lot of the people that were close to me I didn't pray for...hmmm...maybe that's why I kept waking up. (aww another camp song, it was on the promo....i just might cry....I'm miss camp so much!)&lt;br /&gt;    So I think I just officially changed my favorite band form FFH to Kutless, but my favorite singer is still SHAUN GROVES. If you haven't heard him....YOU SHOULD!&lt;br /&gt;    So, Beckie is at Atlanta, and its very quiet around here. I get to use the computer more often too, but I don't care, I miss Beckster! I talked to her on the phone today. She was at Six Flags LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;    So I need to clean my room, but I have one more thing to post about. I have observed an extra commentor who has never blogspoken to me before. Welcome to the Inside of my mind, Laughingatmyself, (in desperate voice) now can you please tell me who you are??? :) Just kidding...kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114452474877643166?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114452474877643166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114452474877643166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114452474877643166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114452474877643166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/updation.html' title='&quot;Updation&quot;'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114265173791325784</id><published>2006-03-17T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:15:37.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Again...another day</title><content type='html'>And so again,  I sit here at the computer desk tobore you with my everyday occurences.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Friday, and we found out what parts we have in drama. i got Matilda, the part that I triend out for. I hope that it will be fun, I'm almost positive that it will be. I also am doing something with piano, which i hope will be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow i get to do homework all day then go the the missionary fun night, which I am POSITIVE will be A LOT of fun! I love hanging out with BSBC, and i like getting to know the missionaries too. Today we went to dairy queen, yes that was fun. We had some interesting expericences. And Luke did a flip for me when i got home from church! And the  country "It's Friday" song has been stuck in my head ALL DAY!!! (Our busdriver plays country in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;I AM DONE WITH MY ACRYLIC PAINTING. I NEVER EVER EVER HAVE TO WORK ON IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm getting tired. I think i'm gonna go to bed soon. So PAYL (post at ya later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114265173791325784?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114265173791325784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114265173791325784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114265173791325784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114265173791325784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/03/yet-againanother-day.html' title='Yet Again...another day'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114202568986823704</id><published>2006-03-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:21:29.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>What a week. We had the Ohio Acheivement Tests this week. I think every ounce of mental intelligence has been sucked out of my brain, and maybe even more. And I have homework too, but it isn't strenuous intelligence sucking work. It's a journal thingy for the Lowell Mills, not too hard.&lt;br /&gt;     But let's not complain. The are better things to talk about. Like how I have a WHOLE weekend to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I like doing that. And my birthday is in less than two weeks. I finished all my reading and writing festival books, I have no more testing, and most important and happy and awesome and cool and awesome and cool and important and awesome and cool and sweet thing is: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am bound for the promised land.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I was praying this morning, and something cool happened. I looked up to the sky (i was waiting for the bus) and as soon as I looked up the wind started up. it felt like God was really there because i did it again and the same thing happened. You may call it coincidence, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;call it GOD.&lt;br /&gt;    So we have drama auditions on tuesday and wednesday. I haven't decided. I know I can act, but in front of other people? Maybe. I might be doing piano, but i kinda do want a part. I'll audtition and we'll see what happens. I was gonna say something else but i forget......&lt;br /&gt;    Oh well, i don't really want to type anymore. So, post at ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114202568986823704?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114202568986823704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114202568986823704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114202568986823704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114202568986823704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-114098306283645631</id><published>2006-02-26T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:44:22.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;This post is for anyone who is connected in someway to Jason, but paticularly to Kristen Adams and her parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the Way Through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God planned it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he scheduled it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;where he went and where he goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;He made a mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but can be forgiven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he needs some time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but he'll come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is of signicficance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;God works it out in his way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;We can't object,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;We just have to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't worry my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;dry all your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rest in his presence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;forget all your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do away with your anxiety,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;ask God to pull you through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he'll do it, no doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;because he loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You've done what you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he's a relative in two ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;keep building on that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and remember to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You'll be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;God loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he's with you right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;holding your hand all the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kristen, Mr. Eddy, Mrs. Eddy, I love you all like you were my family, because you are. God has the wheel in His hands, he hasn't lost control, and He won't. i am praying for you, and if ever you need a hug just walk up to me, even if I'm in the middle of a conversation with someone, and i'll give you a hug. I hope His comfort encourages you, and that you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  here's a song by Joy Williams that maybe of encouragement to those who are saddened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God Only Knows"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're in one of those seasons&lt;br /&gt;                    Everything seems to go so wrong&lt;br /&gt;                    Wish I could give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;                  But even I'm barely holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When it's hard to find the answers&lt;br /&gt;                    Let this be your hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chorus: God only knows all your broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;                    Only He knows what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;                    God only knows what you hide inside&lt;br /&gt;                    And He's holding onto you&lt;br /&gt;                    God only knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You've had your fill of questions&lt;br /&gt;                    There's so much that you need to know&lt;br /&gt;                    I don't blame you for asking&lt;br /&gt;                    But it's time to let go of control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I'm sorry for what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;                    Please hold on to this hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come on, come on, He knows your pain&lt;br /&gt;                    Come on, come on, hold onto faith&lt;br /&gt;                    Come on, come on, you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;                    My friend, your struggle has an ending day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only He knows&lt;br /&gt;                    Only He knows&lt;br /&gt;                    Only He knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-114098306283645631?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114098306283645631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=114098306283645631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114098306283645631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/114098306283645631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sorry_26.html' title='I&apos;m sorry :('/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113902451892108005</id><published>2006-02-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T19:41:58.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's baaaaaaaaaaaaack :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So, yeah...I haven't posted in a llllllllllllooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg time! Well, i can mostly remember today...so i guess that's what I'll tell you about. Well, i started out waking up at 2:30, and Beckie was in the bathroom, then came back crying, and mom didn't want her to wake me up, but i wasalready awake :) Beckie had a sore throat, and it hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So i woke up again at 6:00, and i got ready for school. i finished reading "Hidden Talents" which was a really good book. Let's see, the busdriver was a sub, and she was really late. I got to swchool and went to art where i worked on patterns for my project.  I was also designated as a copier, so i get to make copies for Mr. Gallagher when he needs them. Mr. Gallagher is cool, he goes to camp, and he's a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then I went to band and turned in my solo and ensemble permission slip in. We played some stuff out of the book, El: mirador, John Williams music (MY FAVORITE) which is Star Wars, E.T., and Jurassic Park music, Phantom of the Opera, and Rock Quest. Oh yeah, and Jackie needed my nail file again:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I went to English, and we went over homework and read a play that we had already read. It was called "The Reading Room" and it was good, but I was a little bored because I had already read it before. After that we worked on homework and then it was off to Science...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Science was in the Comp. Lab and we worked on the research for our projects. i'm doing mine on the wooden pencil. I learned some stuff from www.pencils.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A pencil can write 45,00 words and can write a line 35 miles long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The off to math. We took a formula writing quiz, i hate formuila writing, but i guess you gotta be open to new things. Its okay, but not my thing. Anyways, as usual i was the last one done... :) Oh well, so I'm a slow test taker, nothingbad about that. I take my time, and its worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then lunch came, and AA and the American History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SO we took the Smarge Twiz, and there was one question that i definitly wasn't expecting. It was a detail really, so i wasn't really studying details because she saidmain concepts, but oh well. She said I crack her up because i get so worried about tests. (and becaused i checked my grade on a calculator right after i finished. Okay I know, i'm a dork...but I can't help it!) Then we watched a pretty boring movie about life during the 1800...yeah..it was...weird...anywho i got home and pretty much chillaxed for the rest of the night. WEll, pretty soo I'm headin upstairs to talk to the man upstairs, because I need some spiritual revival. So, back by popular demand...peace :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~*!*~Emily~*!*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113902451892108005?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113902451892108005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113902451892108005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113902451892108005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113902451892108005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/02/shes-baaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='She&apos;s baaaaaaaaaaaaack :)'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113710415206104103</id><published>2006-01-12T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:15:52.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Sorry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry, I know I haven't posted, but I get busy sometimes....I don't have much to say, but Shaun Groves does. And even though I always post song lyrics, You should really read this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There is a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; That's only visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Torn from eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A stranger here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The awkward mingling of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The loveless and beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So far from things above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; While I am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So when the last notes of my soul's summer symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Go stealing through this old world's cold garden gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will hold no fear as You close my book of hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And the hands of heaven carry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Carry me home to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; O Death where is your sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Your tears and your tremblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; His peace is lingering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; O Grave the battle's fought (no graver battles fought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Your vict'ry has been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; To Christ who gave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; To take me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Last Notes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shaun Groves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.lyricsdownload.com/shaun-groves-last-notes-lyrics.html(Lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113710415206104103?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113710415206104103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113710415206104103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113710415206104103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113710415206104103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry.html' title='...Sorry....'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113582724051447541</id><published>2005-12-28T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:35:24.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Brittany made this up after Chruch Wednesday.For your enjoyment, with a few edits and additions, I present to you: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sore foot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: Man, this algebra homework is so hard. I just don't get it. How do you add a letter to another letter and get a number. My foot hurts. I'm such an imbocile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: Huh? whats an imbocile? that words too big, it has too many numbers. It makes my foot hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: Can someone pass me an atlas please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: I have an atlas at home but I don't think you'll find imbicile in there, try an almanac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: I dont think that you look for imbocile in the almanac, those are for antonymns and cinnamons. Everybody knows that, just like they love Raymond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: Oh, you're right. What about an encyclopedia.... isnt that the big one? i'm not sure that word has too many numbers too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: Man, i need to start jellin...my foot hurts from all this thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: yeah me too, my foot is like going dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: I tried the dictionary,but like there were way too many words, and i couldn't find it.,i looked under e...but it just wasn't there.I dont think the dictionary gives definitions anyways. I  mean c'mon, everybody knows that dictionaries are like just for spelling only, and they can't even spell imbocile! Man, my foot is hurting me really bad. I think i'm going to ask my mom to take me to the orthodontist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: No, the orthodontist is like for babies, the chiropractor is for foots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: No, the chiropractor is like...for brains surgeons, if anything we should be visiting the dermotologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: oh, i think you're right! OW that hurt my foot really hard, anyway i think we should check the almanac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: okay...but lets get a snack first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: okay, what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: i'll have some Cola Coke and some n+n's...or are they m+m's.....i can never remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany:  idk.. i like jack and acks.. ir is it mike and ikes? i like pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily:  i think its ike and mikes...but i think they are m+ms....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany:  yeah that sounds right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily:yeah, that sounds right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: OH MY GOSH one time oh, i forget... my foot failed me. i can't find any ike and mikes.....i guess i'we'll just have to eat mike and ikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: Okay. They have mike and ikes too!?!?! My foot fell asleep..and i cant like wake it up..i tried putting an alarm clock next to it, but it like won't wake up...so i can't think straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Or is it curvy...how are u supposed to think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: i dont know, i thought it was spiraly!, i have to go like make my bed, or was it the dishwasher... i dont know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: i think you empty the dishwasher. i dont know what you do with the bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: no, you empty the bed and make the dishwasher... i would know i do it every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: wow...this coke is like....really bubbly...it says it carbonated..does that mean it has like a lot of carbs? i've been watching my figure you know. i've only been to McDonalds for one meal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: i dont konw i thought carbonated was like cardboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: no, cuz then the drink would be like...crunchy. oww! the pain in my foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany:*crys* *snffle* ouch! i stepped on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: ouch..i hate it when that happens...i also hate it when i trip going upstairs.....it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: yeah... i did that today, stairs are the things that like go up and down right, like at the malls, i think theres one in Coughmans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: thats at the mall, isnt it? I love the mall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: yeah. there was like this big sale at like Aroposle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: i know..i bought like 100$ of stuff there...but i keep seeing a butterfly on the clothes....i cant figure out how to get rid of it...it keeps like flying to different shirts and stuff...it changes colors too...its like..like a camoflauge-really-small-butterfly that is out to get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: i saw that butterfly too, maybe its like a stalker!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: Yeah...to like Aeropastle shoppers! Like american eagle has like a little bird on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: so does like hollister.. its really confusing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily:and ive seen like off brands with like hippos. And owls. I'm really scared...we should like alert the authorities...like the president or the mayor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: dont they know that animals are meant for outside.. not clothes.... except for like flowers? Oh i saw one of those things at the theater where like there was this big box and people were in it and they were like talking and like walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily: WOW! I've always wanted to see that. Well, my foot is really hurting, and it won't wake up..so i'll just put the rest of my body to sleep. good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany: nighty night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily:  i hope your foot feels better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany:you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily:  my mom's gonna take me to the orthopedics center on Saturday so that i can get out of school. I guess I'll see you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brittany:  Thats awesome! Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that you thoroughly enjoyed that. Please give us your reviews!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113582724051447541?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113582724051447541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113582724051447541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113582724051447541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113582724051447541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/12/sore-foot.html' title='Sore Foot'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113573601269080743</id><published>2005-12-27T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:13:32.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, after today, I've decided on a new years resolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Be Better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On Fire for Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Putting others first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Not Whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Trusting God with tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Casting my Cares upon him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DEVOTIONS EVERYDAY MAN!!!(or woman, depending on who's reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Better witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Reaching out as far as my wimpy arms can go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;not so easily angered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;not saying stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;not being a brat. (trust me, Ican be a big one...just ask Beckie...she'll give you the dirt.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Be a better daughter, sister, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A better Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am also going to try and think of a song for the year. I've got some ideas, but if you have suggestions, feel free to comment! Keep in mind, it'll probably end up Shaun Groves anyways...hehe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113573601269080743?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113573601269080743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113573601269080743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113573601269080743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113573601269080743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-new-person.html' title='A New Year, A New Person'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113545668187044566</id><published>2005-12-24T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:38:42.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voila!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;There it is! I finished it! I hope you like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Well, since its Christmas Eve, I feel obligated to tell you what Christmas is REALLY about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I knon, I know, you've probably heard this millions of times, but have you ever actually read or listened to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Christmas is a holiday about gifts. Not the kind of gift you get under your tree, wrapped in flashy paper, and waiting to be opened; but the kind of gift you find in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and waiting to save the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Christmas is a Birthday party. Not just any birthday party, but the birthday party of a king, Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Christmas is a time for singing. not songs like Jolly ol Saint Nicolas, or Jingle Bells, sure you can siong them, and they're fun to sing; but don't forget the songs that are sung to worship the king, like Oh Come all Ye Faithful, and Angels we have heard on High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Christmas is a time for someone, but not for you. Christmas isn't about what you can get or how much fun you can have, but what you can do for others, and what you can do for Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;This, is Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24967"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24968"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24969"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;And everyone went to his own town to register. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-24970"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24971"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24972"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24973"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Shepherds and the Angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24974"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24975"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24976"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24977"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+2:1-20#fen-NIV-24977a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-24978"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-24979"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-24980"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;"Glory to God in the highest,&lt;br /&gt;     and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-24981"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-24982"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24983"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24984"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24985"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-24986"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;read more: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+2:1-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Merry Christmas, remeber, Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113545668187044566?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113545668187044566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113545668187044566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113545668187044566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113545668187044566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/12/voila.html' title='Voila!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113535453870912708</id><published>2005-12-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:15:38.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause</title><content type='html'>This blog is currently under construction&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when the  next real post will be.&lt;br /&gt;At least by next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;(maybe one for that too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113535453870912708?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113535453870912708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113535453870912708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113535453870912708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113535453870912708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/12/pause.html' title='Pause'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113467932108916486</id><published>2005-12-15T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:43:03.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Well, i guess its time to end my endless pit of non-blogging doom. Also I haven't posted in a while, and I don't think that I will wake up tomorrow morning if I don't post soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Well, the past week has been among the hardest of the entire year so far. Tests, quizes,smarge twizes, and projects due on MONDAY! The meet at Hathaway Brown was cancelled,so swim season has ended, and I am sad. All that time waiting for it to end, and now I miss it a lot. I like having free time, and going to home after school. But I miss the people on the team, swimming, and the chance to beat my time. Its kind of depressing, but kind of relieving. I hope I'll be able to do it next year. Who knows? Maybe I'll even do some summer swimming, just to make Mr. Gates happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    So, I'm appling for the e-team, and at first I didn't think I really fit anywhere, but now I think I've made my choice. I've been listening to Shaun Groves, and A LOT of christmas music, plus the added America Rock music from Mrs. Scott's class. Well, now that i'm out of my endless pit of non-blogging doom, I have to go. I'll try not to fall in again, but in the event that I do, please at least warn me that I need to sleep with one eye open, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113467932108916486?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113467932108916486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113467932108916486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113467932108916486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113467932108916486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaack!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113311510223447124</id><published>2005-11-27T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:15:33.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/1600/Scan10008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/Scan10008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"November 27, 2004"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Emily.&lt;br /&gt;I am but twelve,&lt;br /&gt;I sigh at the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;that sit on the shelve.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one morning,&lt;br /&gt;my sister was crying,&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe one,&lt;br /&gt;of her friendships was trying.&lt;br /&gt;but then I sat up,&lt;br /&gt;and got out of my bed,&lt;br /&gt;walked out of my room,&lt;br /&gt;still asleep in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister stood up,&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a hug,&lt;br /&gt;her face wet from crying,&lt;br /&gt;she'd lost someone she'd loved.&lt;br /&gt;I just kept on walking,&lt;br /&gt;more confused than before,&lt;br /&gt;and saw that my mother,&lt;br /&gt;was crying even more.&lt;br /&gt;and then i looked down,&lt;br /&gt;and saw you laying there,&lt;br /&gt;I listened to mom,&lt;br /&gt;as she gently stroked your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I looked in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that i loved so much before,&lt;br /&gt;and just sat back and stared,&lt;br /&gt;as you laid helpless on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I started to miss you,&lt;br /&gt;before you had left,&lt;br /&gt;but tears just wouldn't come out,&lt;br /&gt;no not one,&lt;br /&gt;no not yet.&lt;br /&gt;then finally they came,&lt;br /&gt;and I called out your name,&lt;br /&gt;and sat there so long,&lt;br /&gt;thinking this is jsut wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It just wasn't fair,&lt;br /&gt;to see you lying helplessly there.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'd see you,&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom said to leave,&lt;br /&gt;and dad took you away.&lt;br /&gt;I took one last look,&lt;br /&gt;one last hug,&lt;br /&gt;my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;and wished you could stay.&lt;br /&gt;But then it was over,&lt;br /&gt;too quick to measure.&lt;br /&gt;I had lost my best firend,&lt;br /&gt;one of my most-valued treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Emily,&lt;br /&gt;I am but twelve.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;but his spirit still dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can never ever ever say, that last year at this time i was with Jake. It was a sad time, my first dog, my first friend. We were together for 12 years, almost thirteen. He was a good dog. He didn't really like me, but he was a good dog. It is so sad, i can barely remember him. My memories have been fogged up with Luke. I see a black dog with Luke's face. Jake was a good beggar, he always made me feel safe,he always made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Jake was a good dog, and i miss him a lot. I'll always miss him. He'll always be my favorite dog, no matter how many are yet to come. I love him still. I miss him, and it saddens my heart knowing he's gone, but its all a part of Gods plan. He took JAke away, but he gave us a big, brown, blessing.&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/9806428-113311510223447124?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113311510223447124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113311510223447124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113311510223447124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113311510223447124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year-today.html' title='One Year Today...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113267213603841546</id><published>2005-11-22T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:08:56.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I surrender, I'll post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well, since you guys have been bugging me to post, i might as well! WE won the Hoban Tallmadge 13-0!!!!! YAY!!!! Its thanksgiving break, and its almost been a year since Jake died...except i'll post on that on on the actul year....which will be Sunday. Anyhow.....its been fun..School...sim..homework..sleep....excpet last week we had Norm Sharbough and he was Awesome...Brittany's sister got saved!!!!!! YAY......She'll be in Heaven someday...wel i have nothing to post, i keep...ing which means i've got nothing to say.....there i go again....AHHHH!!!...well, i'm going to go...i have some homework...and a very messy room.. :( But I'll leave you with Shaun Groves.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Two Cents" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun Groves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;         So proud to call you friend&lt;br /&gt;So let down you're starting up again&lt;br /&gt;The same old story a thousand times told&lt;br /&gt;With you the hapless damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I richer than your King?&lt;br /&gt;Will my two cents get you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you prayers and my time&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry moment of mine&lt;br /&gt;All I have is yours to spend&lt;br /&gt;But if you're hoping all your tears will dry&lt;br /&gt;With words that I dispense, well&lt;br /&gt;There're just some things that can't be bought with my&lt;br /&gt;Two cents&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Still I'm so glad you call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Just wond'ring when your pity parties end&lt;br /&gt;When will you stop this bringing invitations&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your same black party dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I richer than your King?&lt;br /&gt;Will my two cents get you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I have all your answers&lt;br /&gt;When I've got questions of my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you prayers and my time&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry moment of mine&lt;br /&gt;All I have is yours to spend&lt;br /&gt;But if you're hoping all your tears will dry&lt;br /&gt;With words that I dispense, well&lt;br /&gt;There're just some things that can't be bought with my,&lt;br /&gt;Bought with my, two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no other, such a friend and brother,&lt;br /&gt;tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;tell it to Jesus, alone.  Why dont you tell it to Jesus alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113267213603841546?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113267213603841546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113267213603841546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113267213603841546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113267213603841546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-i-surrender-ill-post.html' title='Okay, I surrender, I&apos;ll post!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113180616269193342</id><published>2005-11-12T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:36:02.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping you posted...but not succeeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sorry i haven't posted in such a long time, but i lose time. I've joined swim team in the last month, and it consumes a lot of my time, leaving my homework to be done during the night hours. Oh, well, its been fun, we as girls lost to Orange and beat the two teams at Cuyahoga Heights, and te boys lost to both, but only by 7 points at Cuyahoga Heights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Other than that, i took a American History test  that was okay, it could have been easier, or i could have studied harder. I think tests are a punnishment. I think that because i pay attention in class, but i still have to study so much, and i get REALLY nervous and sometimes stressed out. but, oh well, its over and i know what to expect for the next test.I'm sure you dont want to hear about my test-taking blues, so i'll talk about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     YAY!!!!I got my TRUE*LOVE*WAITS* ring, after waiting for 3 weeks. I was so excited. Today, we are also going to get jeans, because i only have one pair that i'll wear.The football team won last night 42 to 20, leaving us 12-0! woot woot!I didnt like the blue and gold vs. blue and gold thing though...it was driving me nuts!Next week we are playing Hoban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    My dad came back from Japan yestrday, and my mom form Amish country.Please don't tell DAvid or Alex that, it was just a retreat!You see, we changed seats in science, and for some reason they call me amish. They draw pictures of butter churners and they draw a chair and say i made it, its kinda funny, but sometimes i can't pay attention. Brittany and her dad are comming to the revival thingy on Sun-Wed, and in a couple weeks marks one year Jake has been gone. Speaking of which, Luke turned one year old Monday:) Well, i've just about posted all i can, hopefully i'll post sometime this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113180616269193342?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113180616269193342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113180616269193342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113180616269193342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113180616269193342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/11/keeping-you-postedbut-not-succeeding.html' title='Keeping you posted...but not succeeding'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-113089013788583876</id><published>2005-11-01T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:08:57.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;If a tree falls and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound? YES!!!!!! I learned about it in science today! When something vibrates (such would happen when a tree falls) it sends waves that travel through a medium-such as water, air or a sold. Since there is a medium around the tree (air) when it falls, the sound waves created by the vibration make a sound.....no matter if you hear it or not! So, the next time anybody asks you that, say YES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-113089013788583876?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113089013788583876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=113089013788583876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113089013788583876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/113089013788583876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/11/falling-trees.html' title='Falling Trees'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112925467146805177</id><published>2005-10-13T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:51:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Houseplant Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, i finally did it! I changed my template backround! It took forever though. But, as i was doing it i listened to the coolest song ...here are the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Houseplant Song- Audio Adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I read a book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And this is what it said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"If your music has a  beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then you're gonna wind up dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It doesn't really matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If it's  CHRISTIAN or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If it's synchopated rhythm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then your soul is gonna  rot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And this book was called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"HA, You're gonna BURN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And in the  second chapter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I went on to learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Take two  houseplants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and put 'em to the test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Set 'em both in front of  speakers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To let the music do the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;First one you play Mozart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Or  something lovely like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Second one you play that Petra or that  Megadeath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Doesn't really matter WHAT kinda rock it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I took my  two houseplants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and I put them to the test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Set 'em both in front of  speakers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To let the music do the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I powered up my Pioneers to let the  music roar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But twenty minutes later, someone's knocking at my door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I  opened up my door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And there my neighbor stood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He said, "Man, I'd like to  get some sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you think I could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I said, "Man, can't you see  here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have got this moral dilemma I have got to get clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He said, "What  kind of moral dilemma can you have at this time ofnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That makes me so  angry I JUST WANNA FIGHT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I pointed to the page,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In  that opened book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That had a picture of a potted plant, and I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Go  have a look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And he read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"First of all," he  said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"That's Wagner that you're playin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I've never heard of  Petra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And Isn't Megadeath all dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And secondly, emphatically,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He  asked me, "What's the sense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Of hanging out with houseplants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When, hey, I  live right across the fence?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I thought to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y'know, that's a  good point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I took my two houseplants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I put 'em both back  outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And me and my neighbor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, we went out for a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We  talked about all the things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That really matter most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Like life n' love n'  happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And then the Holy Ghost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now my two houseplants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can  sit out in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And as for my neighbor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, our friendship has  become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A meaningful relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That's headed straight to heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But  as for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We like to sit around and listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Audio Adrenaline, CRANKED  TO ELEVEN!&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/9806428-112925467146805177?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112925467146805177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112925467146805177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112925467146805177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112925467146805177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/10/houseplant-song.html' title='The Houseplant Song'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112876764556311346</id><published>2005-10-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:34:05.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well,today is going to be a REALLY busy day.I spent the night at Elizabeth's and we stayed up until 11:45 on the computer trying to figure out how to change my blog a little. Well, we were both about to fall asleep any minute. So we went to bed. We woke up at 6:10and we have to be at church by 8:30. From then till noonish, i'll be at church working as an airplane stewardess (not really, a fake airplane made inside the church).After that, i have to go back home and we'll probably be going to Grandma's by 4:00 or 3:30 to show her everyone in their dresses, and so she can meet Tanner. After that, we'll be going out to eat at 5, then taking Beckie's friends and date to the dance.Then, mom, dad, and Iwill go home. It will be a quiet night tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112876764556311346?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112876764556311346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112876764556311346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112876764556311346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112876764556311346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/10/welltoday-is-going-to-be-really-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112726152734395960</id><published>2005-09-20T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:12:07.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See You @ The Pole Before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clevelandjewishnews.com/content/articles/2005/03/03/news/local/sfg0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.clevelandjewishnews.com/content/articles/2005/03/03/news/local/sfg0304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who: You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What: See You @ the Pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Where: You're Flagpole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: Tomorrow at 7:00 A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: To pray for our schools, students and staff members. To be a witness and take a stand for Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Call 2 me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse: Jeremiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;color:black;" &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;33:3 Call 2 me, and I will answer u, and show you great  and mighty things, which u do not know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Please come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Take a stand for Christ and a chance to pray for the schools in our nation. This is a nationwide activity! You have approximately 10 hours and 49 minutes to get ready for the impact of Christ as you and your fellow classmates and teachers Call 2 Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What If His People Prayed"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What if the armies of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Picked up and dusted off their swords&lt;br /&gt;Vowed to set the captives free&lt;br /&gt;And not let satan have one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the church, for heaven's sake&lt;br /&gt;Finally stepped up to the plate&lt;br /&gt;Took a stand upon God's promise&lt;br /&gt;And stormed hell's rusty gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;What if His people prayed&lt;br /&gt;And all who bare His name&lt;br /&gt;Would humbly seek His face&lt;br /&gt;And Turn from their own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would happen if we prayed&lt;br /&gt;For those raised up to lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe kids in school could pray&lt;br /&gt;And unborn children see light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the life that we pursue&lt;br /&gt;Came from a hunger for the truth&lt;br /&gt;What if the family turned to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Stopped asking Oprah what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that they would hear&lt;br /&gt;His promise has been made&lt;br /&gt;He'll answer loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;If only we would pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If My people called by My name&lt;br /&gt;If they'll humble themselves and pray&lt;br /&gt;If My people called by My name&lt;br /&gt;If they'll humble themselves and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.christianrocklyrics.com/castingcrowns/whatifhispeopleprayed.php" php="" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112726152734395960?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112726152734395960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112726152734395960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112726152734395960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112726152734395960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/09/see-you-pole-before.html' title='See You @ The Pole Before...'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112717204169900977</id><published>2005-09-19T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:22:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, just another day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, its just been a blur these past weeks: teachers, friends, homework, and tests/quizzes. Mrs. Scott is finally back, but now the 6th graders are going to Camp Fitch and MRs. Caslow is leaving. Oh well, i got permission to hang up See You At the Pole posters (whioch you should be comming to: 9/21/05, 7:00 a.m, at your school flagpole) and i was a little down when my friends left for taco bell (i didnt mind them leaving, they asked me if it was okay) adn when Mr. Misch told me that Kristen couldn't come to scghool with me for a day due tyo legal reasons, when i walked back to my locker and heard " When i Survey The Wondrous Cross" playing form MR. Gallagher's room and i felt better. That was a week ago, then this past week i went camping and it was awesome! WE went with the Hembrees and some other people from church, that was a BLAST! Then we came home and went to school, and I felt sick most of the day. Now i am sitting on the computer typing away because A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ndy pointed out i hadn't posted in a while and i had decided i probably should...WEll, enough of all of this boring stuff...im going to leave you withan awesome song that encourages me...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist: Matthew West&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song Title: More lyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Stretching a mile high&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Far as your eye can see&lt;br /&gt;And think of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the desert&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a grain of sand?&lt;br /&gt;I am with you wherever&lt;br /&gt;Where you go is where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around you&lt;br /&gt;I'm spelling it out one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the stars that I taught how to shine&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, and you shine for me too&lt;br /&gt;I love you yesterday and today&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I'll say it again and again&lt;br /&gt;I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a face in the city&lt;br /&gt;Just a tear on a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;But you are one in a million&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not letting go&lt;br /&gt;Even when you come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the stars that I taught how to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are mine, and you shine for me too&lt;br /&gt;I love you yesterday and today&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I'll say it again and again&lt;br /&gt;I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine for Me&lt;br /&gt;Shine for Me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, shine on&lt;br /&gt;Shine for Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the stars that I taught how to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are mine, and you shine for me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you yesterday and today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And tomorrow, I'll say it again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And a Pic too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/1600/RSCN1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/RSCN1567.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its me and Beckie when we were little eating outside on the little plastic picnic table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112717204169900977?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112717204169900977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112717204169900977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112717204169900977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112717204169900977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/09/again-just-another-day.html' title='Again, just another day.....'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112637488138040594</id><published>2005-09-10T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:54:41.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today we closed the pool. It was sad, we don't get to swim in it for another winter. Oh well, it was freezing cold anyways. Today Beckie, Brittany, Audrey, Mrs. Hembree,, and my mom went shopping for homecomming dresses. Elizabeth and I stayed home. Right now she is playing mafia, and we are going to take turns. The other person gets to use the laptop, and i was playing dorky internet games.Well, im gonna go, post later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112637488138040594?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112637488138040594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112637488138040594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112637488138040594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112637488138040594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad-saturday.html' title='Sad Saturday'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112604473730758356</id><published>2005-09-06T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:12:17.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i haven't posted in a while, simply because I didn't feel like it. Its just been school. Classes, teachers, friends, and homework. But i have had fun seeing all my friends and going to the football games. The one thing i'm not enjoying right now in school that I usually enjoy is band. WE have to play at a football game, so we have to practice using flipbooks. I absolutely,&lt;/span&gt; positivly, HATE with a capital H A T E flipbooks, I don't know why, I just do. Beckie had her sweet 16. WOW ! My sister is 16. I never saw that comming. She had lots of fun, and Stephen walked into the screen door....hehe...sorry Stephen, i couldn't help but say it. Luke is at his usual, lazy and loving. WE discovered today that he responds to L words, like loser, lala, and other stuff like that (he looks up). Well, thats all for today, (i know, short post, but i don't have much to say) so I'll post some time in the future.....but I'll leave you with a picture. and my computer is being stupid so i can't change the font color.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ecards-gallery.com/ecards/dog_pictures/dogpictures007/funny-dog-picture-greyhound-close-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ecards-gallery.com/ecards/dog_pictures/dogpictures007/funny-dog-picture-greyhound-close-up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112604473730758356?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112604473730758356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112604473730758356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112604473730758356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112604473730758356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-checking-in.html' title='Just Checking in'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112474018686496223</id><published>2005-08-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:49:46.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Goodbye summer, goodbye freedom, goodbye never-ending party. This is one of the best yet worst days of my summer. Me and Elizabeth had so much fun having a traditional summer day. WE started off with a lunch of hot dogs, little debbie snacks, and tortilla chips(everyone had lunch with us), and   what was supposed to be a dive in the pool off the steps to see who would go the farthest, but that was over when she pushed me into the FREEZING cold water!NExt we played the beachball volley-ball, and after playing for a while and making no progress, we took a break,  and I looked at a Kohl's add while she made a School Shopping List. After that, we got back in the pool, and started playing beachball volleyball again. this time we made progress. A month or two ago, Elizabeth posted on her blog that we had broken our record of 385, and gotten 499. Well as our best effort EVER, we not only passed 385, but we passed 499, and we ended with 618!!!!! WE then got out, after telling everyone on the deck, went downstairs and got our victory food: Little Debbie snacks out of the freezer. Then we took the beachball, and decorated it with 618, 499, 385, our signatures, the time and date, what we were playing for,and a couple of random things that my xcousin Mark wrote on it, with my my moms multi-colored sharpies. It will currently be hanging up in Elizabeth's Room. After that, we decided to continue on with tradition and go outside and play catch with the baseball. Of course, we hurt each other, by the ball hitting the mit hard, and if you were as lucky as i was, your eyebrow.She also threw it into the street, and as usual commented on how cute i was looking both ways before crossing the street (at one point she threw both balls across the street). WE also hid behind a tree from a white car. Then after 10 final throws,(more like 11 or 12) we played mini-amazing race. we both couldn't find the second clue, but i found the treasure first. I had to look in the trash can for a clue! After the mini'amazing race, we were going to swim, but we couldn't get ourselves into the pool it was so cold, and her mom told us it was time for them to leave. It was sad, everyone except Mark and Lindsay have left.But as of now, the never-ending party is over, but it was a great party! I'm going to miss the summer very much, but i will admit, i am a excited for tomarrow when school starts, but stilll i don't want the summer to end. Oh well, time files when you are having fun! And this summer has had to be the best summer yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112474018686496223?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112474018686496223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112474018686496223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112474018686496223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112474018686496223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/08/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112440325128369823</id><published>2005-08-18T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:14:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lukey Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/1600/7-1-05%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/7-1-05%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112440325128369823?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112440325128369823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112440325128369823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112440325128369823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112440325128369823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/08/lukey-poo.html' title='Lukey Poo'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112431801498406879</id><published>2005-08-17T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:33:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The huge, gigantic , humungous, terrible, horrible, fatal mistake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes, yes indeed, man has made a huge, gigantic, humungous, terrible, horrible, fatal mistake! He...ate...a piece of fruit. But not any fruit, a fruit from the tree of knowledge, which was forbidden to be touched by man, so sayeth the Lord. You know, if Adam and Eve had never eaten that fruitwhich was tempted by a snake who just so happened to be Satan), in the first place we would have a great life. Peace with the animals, meaning animals wouldn't be trying to kill us, our pets  would obey our commands, mosquitoes wouldn't be biting us, and much much more! We would have no sin, meaning that there would be no fear of others,no robbing,no murder, no rape, no war nothing bad at all. Wouldn't that be great? Of course we would be running around with no clothes on, but we wouldn't know that! And i'm pretty sure everyone would be saved. Just think..a world with no sin.....wouldn't it be great? Well you still have a chance to go to that place...its called Heaven, and if you would like to go there, please comment me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.S. -there's only one way to get there...and its not by doing good things, or being a good person, is about inviting Christ into your heart, repenting your sins, and believing in what God has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112431801498406879?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112431801498406879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112431801498406879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112431801498406879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112431801498406879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/08/huge-gigantic-humungous-terrible.html' title='The huge, gigantic , humungous, terrible, horrible, fatal mistake!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112359657080863186</id><published>2005-08-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T07:09:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Nate Deyarmin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently, a woman's son named Nate Deyarmin died. You're probably wondering why i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; about that, I mean I don't even know him or his family. But I do know he was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;marine.Nate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Deyarmin died in Iraq, fighting for our country.He and 3 other service members &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;came to our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;schools to speak to us about their Jobs. They showed us how to fold the American &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Flag correctly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they even had a person come u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p and they put their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;gear on her to show how &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;heavy it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ey also wrote us a very nice letter to us on the last day of school. I remember &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;them telling the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7th graders that next year we will be on top of the school. I don't remeber &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;which marine he was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i know i shook his hand. To bring an end to this post, please take a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;minute to pray for Nate's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;family, and to thank God for all the people fighting for us in Iraq, ad all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the people who had fought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.presentationhelper.co.uk/graphics/american_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.presentationhelper.co.uk/graphics/american_flag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112359657080863186?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112359657080863186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112359657080863186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112359657080863186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112359657080863186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/08/remembering-nate-deyarmin.html' title='Remembering Nate Deyarmin'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112154313814743502</id><published>2005-07-16T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:03:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with the World today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can anyone answer this question for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I mean think about the things going currently. Even this very second that i am typing. Are we praising the Lord, serving the Lord,finsihing his work, or making a purpose of our lives, or are we taking our anger off on other people, putting fear in the eyes and minds of children, and fighting with each other. I mean seriously. I'm proposing the second choice for what we are doing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Think about it. London just got bombed...and a while back Russia was bombed. A man stocked a girl and her family, and ended up killing some of them (i think) because he drove by and like the way she looked in her swimsuit. Now was that her fault? Maybe. Maybe it was a better idea to be outside in the backyard. But maybe not. Who was he to stock her because he liked the way she looked?And whats up with the man who blew his wife's face up with Nitric gas. now i have no idea what the problem was but i'm sure that was not the way to solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    There are so many SICK things going on like the above, drugs, drinking, smoking,... i mean this world is going to become un-pleasurable. Now, i dont want to be criticising the world, because there are a lot of great things in it. But i think we alll agree for the most part that there is definitly room for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a poem I wrote around the bombing of Russia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Take a look at the world today"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                           &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take a look at the world today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you hear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it into words you can bear to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorists in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destroying honest lives&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what'd they do to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you should leave their dreams behind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money,money,money&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all you care about&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sueing for your coffee being hot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care about anything else?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can't just walk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around their neighbors and their friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without being afraid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That their live is comming to an end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cussing and bad language&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freely spoken on T.V&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People today just don't care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just can't see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking,drinking&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Drugs and what not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you're all that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you are so hot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check- YOU'RE NOT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child abuse,animal abuse, wife and husbands too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you do it because its fun?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or was it just a slip of hand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously make me understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I'm trying to say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that i'm not very happy with the world today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my own words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stated my opinion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid my dues&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And not only should we do this to improve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our  &lt;/span&gt;lives, but the Lord put us onthis earth. And one of the firstthings we did as man was sinned. We need to dedicate our lives to the Lord. If you never become saved through Christ, you may not go to Heaven. I'm not just saying that because i'm a christian, I'm saying it because its true. And please, get saved. For me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112154313814743502?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112154313814743502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112154313814743502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112154313814743502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112154313814743502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-wrong-with-world-today.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with the World today?'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112146165703876897</id><published>2005-07-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:07:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/1600/Luke%27s%20lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/Luke%27s%20lounge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112146165703876897?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112146165703876897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112146165703876897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112146165703876897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112146165703876897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/07/lukes-lounge.html' title='Luke&apos;s Lounge'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112112039329633888</id><published>2005-07-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:19:53.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Googly eyed because of Google Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you tried this program??? It is SSSSSSSSOOOOO awesome. Its free too. To find it, you can put "google earth" in the google search bar and install it. Its free (did i mention that already?) Its so cool...you can just type in an address, and usually it will give you a picture taken from a satelite of that address. I found my house, some of my friend's houses, and even crow lake, myrtle beach, and the place we stayed at in marco Island! You have goot to try it! It is ssssssssssoooooooooo awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112112039329633888?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112112039329633888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112112039329633888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112112039329633888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112112039329633888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/07/googly-eyed-because-of-google-earth.html' title='Googly eyed because of Google Earth'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-112091624458868263</id><published>2005-07-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T06:37:24.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Seas Northwest  Prison, Marco Island.</title><content type='html'>Oops, i must have made a mistake...i mean South Seas Northwest CONDOS. Funny how I got the two mixed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the place wasn't all that bad (but it was bad),  and it wasn't really a prison, i just couldn't think of anything else to say for the title...i wasn't about to call them condos, because even though they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; condos, they had more rules then in the back of my agenda at school (okay so sarcasim, but you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a just a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You may play with toys for only one hour of the day&lt;br /&gt;2. From 9:00-10:00 is lap swimming only.(when a little girl swam laps with her grandmother, she was swimming laps, they kicked her out of the pool.Apparently, kids aren't supposed to swim laps.)&lt;br /&gt;3.porch Lights must be off, and if you have lights on in your condo they must be shaded by 9:00, so you won't disturb the sea turtles mating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are only 3 of the rules, but we have to rule book at home if you really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of the bad stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco Island is BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water was great, the condos were nice, and we saw stingrays, alligators, pigs, and crabs. Over all it was a pretty good vacation, except for the rules, and huricane. If they werent there i probably would have wanted to stay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rating :**-I will never set foot on Marco Island Again (at least not in South Seas Northwest Prison, i mean condos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-112091624458868263?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/112091624458868263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=112091624458868263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112091624458868263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/112091624458868263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/07/south-seas-northwest-prison-marco.html' title='South Seas Northwest  Prison, Marco Island.'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111999079413409842</id><published>2005-06-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:33:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Know Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/1600/no111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/no111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This poem that I wrote mainly last night is dedicated toa ll of those who have lost someone in a Drunkdriving accident, have killed someone in a drunk driving accident, or have been under the pressure of an alcoholic relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What I Know Now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Jordan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am 18,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My big brother died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;intoxicated, at the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was prom night you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;his face filled with glee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a night filled with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with stars glowing above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't think it would happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who'd predict that it would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody knows ahead of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that he'd back into a car's hood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, they all set off,and said their goodbyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anxiousness and adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;seen in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And like all the "others"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they did it as well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they took that small drink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and said a farwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye to their family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;goodbye to their friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;goodbye to their life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and hello to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course they didn't know it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they all became senseless idiots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as soon as they popped the lid (of the bottle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then they were off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the dance, at the school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;strutting around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinkin' they were so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then it happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the cars crashed together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my brother dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling as light as a feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the phone rang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my mom picked it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't erase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the look on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She told me to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and went to find father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't object,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't want to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They they took off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just to shortly return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they had to tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loved my brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;very much so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just coudn't see how. (this could happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wished he knew then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what i know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Jordan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am 18,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my brother breathed his last breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as an intoxicted teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry to all who have suffered in any way because of alcohol.&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/9806428-111999079413409842?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111999079413409842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111999079413409842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111999079413409842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111999079413409842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-i-know-now.html' title='What I Know Now'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111990990863532761</id><published>2005-06-27T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T15:05:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just randomly, Elizabeth decided we should do a post on our dogs. Since I can finally put pictures in without "Hello" (YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I'm going to put one of Jake too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/320/jake.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A teary-eye, heartfelt, memory jogging picture for many of you. But make new friends and keep the old(even if they're dead), and thats just what I/we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a cold morning in December, I had finsihed watching "A Cinderella Story," and decided to do some late morning/ early afternoon devotions. Little did I know, the hope had of getting a dog since the very day Jake died, finally came..it looked like it was actually going to happen. After even more begging and convining that we HAD to get another dog (and despite what anyone says, we did, ask anyone in my family, they would never give up Luke), finally i was putting up a "shopping for a dog" away message, and we were off to see the puppies, the wonderful puppies of amish country**tune to the wonderful wizard of Oz**. We finally found the place we were looking for, (it took FOREVER!!!!!! the suspense was killing me...just kidding...but the anxiousness and excitement was!) and got to go see the puppies. We wanted a guy, and there were only two guys. With the two guyswere their sisters (obviously) and one of them i will ALWAYS remeber. It was like Roxie only smaller, and brown. It may have even been hyperer (if that is a word).Anyways, two guy dogs. One hyper and playful (the one i was holding and wanted to get...only because i was holding it) and one laid back,quiet,and shy. Now guess which one is Luke? Yeah..you'll probably laugh at the answer if you've met Luke. It was the shy one..and he's grown tobe more outgoing...A LOT more outgoing. Anyways, we picked "Luke," paid for him, and off we were to introduce him to his new home..and his new friend Roxie..i'll spare you the details..It can get ugly. But now he is a big, hyper, playful, almost full-grown lab..and i think i will admit finally, that i'm glad we got him , instead of shopping for a black lab. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4865/653/200/luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111990990863532761?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111990990863532761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111990990863532761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111990990863532761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111990990863532761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-randomly-elizabeth-decided-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111984336921187832</id><published>2005-06-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:36:09.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're all leaving me!</title><content type='html'>All of them every last one of them! AHHHHH!!!! What am i going to do? I will have all the food i want, any computer i want, and iw ill be able to waqtch T.V. any time i want! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MYSELF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Becky, Stephen, and Jimmy will all be leaving tomarrow for CAmp Patmos. I an going to miss them sssssssooooooo much! Sure I'll have my friends and parents, but being an only child is as fun as you think it is (relation to other people w/ brothers and sisters).  No Becky, no Jimmy, no Stephen, and no Brittany. When you reduce a family of 6 for a week to a family of 3,  you can get severe cases of Sibling Withdrawl (worse than Chicago!).I willm miss you all, but have fun, and I love you all very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*!*~Emily~*!*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111984336921187832?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111984336921187832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111984336921187832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111984336921187832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111984336921187832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/theyre-all-leaving-me.html' title='They&apos;re all leaving me!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111951397256776336</id><published>2005-06-23T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:06:12.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover At Liz's</title><content type='html'>Tonight after youth group, i went over to Elizabeth's to spend the night.After 2hrs of the sims,we took a break and played with this little game system thingy that her brother got for Christmas, and then played Tony Hawk(of course,Elizabeth won and i lost).  Then we watched "Elf," best  Christmas comedy ever, even if it&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; June (not including "A Christmas Story").Then, Elizabeth got some cheat codes for....you'll never guess....TONYHAWK, and we played that for a while, then played Diddy-Kong Racing for a while, and well,we'll just say i am as bad at that as i am at Tony Hawk. No, Worse! Well, i'm getting tired, Good night, and God Bless you! *Pastor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*!*~Emily~*!*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111951397256776336?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111951397256776336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111951397256776336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111951397256776336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111951397256776336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/sleepover-at-lizs.html' title='Sleepover At Liz&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111921011571236364</id><published>2005-06-19T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:41:55.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Wrong Answers, and a man gets free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm guessing most of you know about the Michael Jackson trial results. And if you didn't, here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4.Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9.Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10. Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay.......now if it were MY court these would be my verdicts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10.Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Now, i didnt watch most of the trials, but according to my dad, he gave kids alcohol,and did other stuff with them.If that isnt enough to get a guy trouble, than what is? i mean thats just sick.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111921011571236364?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111921011571236364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111921011571236364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111921011571236364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111921011571236364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-wrong-answers-and-man-gets-free.html' title='10 Wrong Answers, and a man gets free'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111893179280495712</id><published>2005-06-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:23:12.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Detectors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever wondered if dogs can see things that we can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I mean, my dog Luke,  barks out of nowhere. It seems as if he is looking at something. He just stares and barks.It make no sense! Why would he be barking at nothing. I don't beleive in Ghosts, but would it be awfully stpid to post the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can dogs see things that we can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111893179280495712?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111893179280495712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111893179280495712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111893179280495712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111893179280495712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/doggie-detectors.html' title='Doggie Detectors'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111877473372240863</id><published>2005-06-14T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:45:33.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A summer "Pop Quiz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay,so yeah I'm out of school, but that doesn't mean i have no more tests. Actually i have a lot of them in the future. But lets startn with the one i had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during my devotions, i read about prayer. Ihad read about a man name Elijah, who had prayed earnestly, and got what he had asked for. I stopped reading on account of my breakfast was ready, so i ate it, and didn't dwell on the verse anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon, Roxie got stuck under the barn. Now when i say Stcuk i mean STUCK. WE spent about and hour trying to get her back out. Guess what i did? I prayed. And I told God i would try and pray earnestly (didn't exactly know what it meant). Guess what happened?A little while after i prayed (I prayed more than once), my mom told us to leave her alone, and maybe she'd come out. About one minute after that, i was in the bathroom, and there is a window in it. I saw Roxie's little white head pop out. Then i saw her whole body pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*!*~Goes to show what prayer does~*!*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111877473372240863?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111877473372240863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111877473372240863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111877473372240863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111877473372240863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-pop-quiz.html' title='A summer &quot;Pop Quiz&quot;'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111861160960502397</id><published>2005-06-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:26:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Idiots</title><content type='html'>Sorry to anyone who really likes this song...no offense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;       "American Idiot"&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be an American idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a nation under the new media.&lt;br /&gt;And can you hear the sound of hysteria?&lt;br /&gt;The subliminal mind**** &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the alien nation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm the faggot &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody do the propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;And sing along in the age of paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the alien nation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be an American idiot.&lt;br /&gt;One nation controlled by the media.&lt;br /&gt;Information nation of hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;It's going out to idiot &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the alien nation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;well that's enough to argue&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets ponder for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;America:&lt;br /&gt;1.Free religion&lt;br /&gt;2. Free speech&lt;br /&gt;3.Voting&lt;br /&gt;4.Education required&lt;br /&gt;5. money available&lt;br /&gt;6.food available&lt;br /&gt;7.everyone is elligble for a job (sp)&lt;br /&gt;8. Democracy&lt;br /&gt;9.justice system&lt;br /&gt;10. Government who listens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...and thats only 10 reasons why America is so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now refering back to the song.......&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that Green Day is a bad band (except for language) and i don't think that American Idiot is completely worthless**i like the melody**. But, i do think that the message isn't  very good. We have soliders fighting out there to keep our country the way it is. And unless this song is talking about the moral standing in some of the people in our country who murder and assault others, then this song is terrible. It doesnt honor those who were great. People such as past presidents, inventors, writers, actors,and much more. So, in conclusion, I have a question. If those fine, upstanding people heard this song and read the lyrics, what would&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they&lt;/span&gt; think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah, sweet guys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111861160960502397?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111861160960502397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111861160960502397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111861160960502397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111861160960502397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/06/american-idiots.html' title='The American Idiots'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111325658914798381</id><published>2005-04-11T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:56:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a post out of Anger</title><content type='html'>I am mad at America.Well, not America, but part of the government.Don't get me wrong, i love America.I wouldnt want to live anywhere else. But some of the things people do and some of the decisions people make in this country are just well, lacking common sense.For example: Today my mom was watching Dr.Phil, and i was in the room too.(Drinking chocolate milk after a walk with Luke)I saw previews for a story about a guy who was stabbed 9 times(stabbed to death), and the mother wanted revenge on the person who did it. That is not what i am mad about. I geuss the guy  admitted himself, becasue they knew who had done it.Anyways, he wasnt arrested....put in jail...or i dont think he even was put on trial. Evidently he was doing it in self-defense.The kid he stabbed was sitting in a recliner!So in conclusion,I have a question to ask. If a guy approaches me and trys to abduct me, and i use tyquando(or however you spell it) towards him in self defense...i can get arrested. But if i stab the guy 9 times till he dies in self-defense...i dont get arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can someone answer that question for me?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111325658914798381?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111325658914798381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111325658914798381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111325658914798381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111325658914798381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/04/post-out-of-anger.html' title='a post out of Anger'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-111057986549547495</id><published>2005-03-11T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:24:25.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>To my very best friend (not my sis, even though shes my very best friend too!) Elizabeth.I want you to know how great of a friend you are, and how much i appreciate your friendship so much, and i treasure our great times together. You are such an awesome friend, and you are also close to the Lord.We've been through almost everything together. You have been my USTBFF(times 2 lol) for almst 13 years now, you are my USTBFF now, and you will always be my USTBFF! I love ya Liz(not that way), your the bestest best friend ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-111057986549547495?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/111057986549547495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=111057986549547495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111057986549547495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/111057986549547495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-my-best-friend.html' title='To My Best Friend'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110900228179027068</id><published>2005-02-21T11:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:19:43.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110900228179027068?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110900228179027068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110900228179027068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110900228179027068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110900228179027068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110900228009996725</id><published>2005-02-21T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:19:59.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110900228009996725?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110900228009996725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110900228009996725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110900228009996725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110900228009996725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110858676339866834</id><published>2005-02-16T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:46:03.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends Away Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today my friend (who i will leave unnamed) left an away message and told me "sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I figured it was poiltics, and guess what? I was right!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really don't like political jokes...Too many of them are getting elected.&lt;br /&gt;"They misunderestimated me."- George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;Governemnt philosophy: if it ain't broke, fix it 'till it is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't support gay marriage? Don't have one.Don't support abortion? Don't get one.Don't agree with the war? Don't enlist.Don't agree with me? Vote for Bush!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I know the election was months ago, but this is funny. And I still hate Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hmmm...If Bush was a political joke, would he have gotten so many votes, or even won the popular vote AN the electorial college vote...and Ohio???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And yes, they &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; misunderstand Bush. They all say "Hes an idiot" and make fun of him. But if i remember correctly about learning about presidents, you have to be REALLY REALLY smart to become president. Lets see, Bush did become president, and will be for 8 years (if he doesnt die or the rapture doesnt happen)....hmmm..I rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lets see...Don't get married to the same sex if you dont like Gay MArriages-lets see how this turns how. there will be chaos. Why would i( a straght) person, want to be involved with, and influenced by a gay person...simple answer "I don't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dont support Abortion? hmm...ya..okay lets kill innocent lives, becasue we decided to create one, and now we dont want it. Ya..thats real nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And DONT try to tell me "oh, its just a fetus", or "oh, its just an Embryo", and dont even tell me "oh, its just a Zygote" I dont want to hear it. What ever stage it is in, then it is a living thing none the less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dont agree with the war? WE SUPPORT THE WAR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dont agree with me? Well, i dont have anything to support me on this one :^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sorry if I offended anyone reading, and especially my friend, you know i still love you :^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110858676339866834?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110858676339866834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110858676339866834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110858676339866834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110858676339866834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-friends-away-message.html' title='My Friends Away Message'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110755692940183361</id><published>2005-02-04T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:42:09.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our own work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Did ya ever realize that we as humans, tend to hate our own work and love eryone elses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;For example,two of my best friends, are great poets.They always think their work stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I love to read their poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Actually, one of them STILL has to keep up with a deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Any ways, i have just been informed by my sister that blogging about "important" things, things that matter as she puts it, is not normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Apparently, she jsut sits there and types.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;WEll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, I gots to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;~*!*~Emily~*!*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110755692940183361?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110755692940183361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110755692940183361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110755692940183361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110755692940183361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/our-own-work.html' title='our own work'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110549089807016476</id><published>2005-01-11T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:48:18.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Studies Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wow! I am extremely impressed! My social study's book has A bible verse in it, and it has some information about Jeses, his death, life and teachings. Comming from a Tallmadge city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;School,where See you at the pole was once not aloud, and you couldnt put J/E/S/U/S (written like that for anti-drug purposes) as your anti-drug i was very impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't get me wrong Tallmadge City Schools are a great school system, i wouldn't change schools, unless maybe for a year or so i could be with my Best friend over at Hyre, but i really like Tallmadge schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, we are definitly not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;There is one Student here though who has a horrible concious.(sorry if i spelled that wrong)He/she went around representing, or at least pretending to represent TMS and collected money for the tsunami relief fund-raiser, and then took that money, and put it in her/his own pocket.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;see what the world has come too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110549089807016476?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110549089807016476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110549089807016476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110549089807016476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110549089807016476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2005/01/social-studies-book.html' title='Social Studies Book'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110443399063792440</id><published>2004-12-30T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T11:13:10.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;My Name is Hannah&lt;br /&gt;I am but four&lt;br /&gt;My Horror awaits&lt;br /&gt;at the knock of a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just the sound&lt;br /&gt;or the startled peace&lt;br /&gt;Or the constant banging&lt;br /&gt;that will not cease&lt;br /&gt;Its the wicked souls&lt;br /&gt;that linger behing&lt;br /&gt;the evil thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;corrupted minds&lt;br /&gt;that criticize proud&lt;br /&gt;teacheing our religion&lt;br /&gt;isnt allowed&lt;br /&gt;they ransack our house&lt;br /&gt;taking our stuff&lt;br /&gt;not once do they trust&lt;br /&gt;our uncertain bluff&lt;br /&gt;"no one else is here"&lt;br /&gt;My father has said&lt;br /&gt;The solider nodded his ugly head&lt;br /&gt;But before he replies&lt;br /&gt;the light hits my eyers&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was over&lt;br /&gt;right there and right then&lt;br /&gt;I tried so har to cover it upthe solider turned&lt;br /&gt;his face towards me&lt;br /&gt;from this moment on&lt;br /&gt;i was a still as can be&lt;br /&gt;Trying to escape          &lt;br /&gt;from his evil eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden he cracked a smile&lt;br /&gt;My dad stood there&lt;br /&gt;speechless all the while&lt;br /&gt;He opens the door&lt;br /&gt;and moves stuff aroud&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;i fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;he picks me up&lt;br /&gt;takes my father too&lt;br /&gt;and forces us out&lt;br /&gt;of the home we once knew&lt;br /&gt;I rode on the train&lt;br /&gt;for days on end&lt;br /&gt;And my body still lingers&lt;br /&gt;of unspeakable pain&lt;br /&gt;I hear stories around me&lt;br /&gt;of Hitler's new reign&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;the train makes a stop&lt;br /&gt;Mt stomach does a humongus flip'flop&lt;br /&gt;My father hugs me&lt;br /&gt;and holds me so colse&lt;br /&gt;because we survived&lt;br /&gt;unlike the lucky most&lt;br /&gt;"We arrived at camp"&lt;br /&gt;I hear some one say&lt;br /&gt;While my wobbly legs&lt;br /&gt;down the olld ramp&lt;br /&gt;make way&lt;br /&gt;And the  all i see&lt;br /&gt;is "work makes you free"&lt;br /&gt;The soliders then take me&lt;br /&gt;with other girls too&lt;br /&gt;away from my father&lt;br /&gt;who mouthes me&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"and then i was told&lt;br /&gt;that my clothes they would hol&lt;br /&gt;ashamed i would be&lt;br /&gt;but they made me&lt;br /&gt;they told us that we&lt;br /&gt;would finally be clean&lt;br /&gt;but the look in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;was grim and mean&lt;br /&gt;then the "water" turned on&lt;br /&gt;and the old stench was gone&lt;br /&gt;a new one appeared&lt;br /&gt;it took me a moment&lt;br /&gt;then i figured it out&lt;br /&gt;but then I was gone&lt;br /&gt;And i fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;the look on my face&lt;br /&gt;was worse then before&lt;br /&gt;My name is Hannah&lt;br /&gt;I am but four&lt;br /&gt;My name was added&lt;br /&gt;to the Nazi's score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Nazi's Score"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;By:Emily Kozy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110443399063792440?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110443399063792440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110443399063792440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110443399063792440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110443399063792440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2004/12/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110416801292537535</id><published>2004-12-27T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T09:20:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an even better Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You know, its much better to come to&lt;strong&gt; Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas as a teen/preteen. Its better, because as a little kid, all we ever saw in &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas was presents.Now i see more. I see how God came from pure perfection, into the dangerous and unsatisfying world in a humilliating way just to save us. Isnt that great?Its the best &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas present of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110416801292537535?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110416801292537535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110416801292537535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110416801292537535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110416801292537535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2004/12/even-better-christmas.html' title='an even better Christmas'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110416709619521867</id><published>2004-12-27T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T09:04:56.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opinoion on other religion beliefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have nothing against you if you are of another skin color, religon or orginitatred from another country. But i do oppoes other religions, meaning that i dont believe what they teach. there is only ONE way to heaven, and that is salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;First, you must know that all Scripture is from God completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 Timothy 3:16 "All scripture is God breathed......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Second, there is only ONE way to heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;John 14:6 "I am the way the truth and the life, no one cometh unto the father(into Heaven) But by me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;            Titus 3:5&lt;br /&gt;“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 3:5&lt;br /&gt;“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;This statement means that we cannot to Heaven by “works of righteousness”  otherwise known as good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 3:5&lt;br /&gt;“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;This statement means that he saved us through his mercy or dieing on the dross…this is how you get to Heaven-John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten son  that whosoever beleiveth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that God sent his SON to save us, not good works,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime u read these verses, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANT GET TO HEAVEN BY GOOD WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IT JUST ISNT POSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 57:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will declare your righteousness and your works, for they will NOT profit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that you cannot get saved through works and your works will not profit you, and many others too, but most of all, GOD HAS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;God isn’t going to judge you by what good deeds you have done, but what you have done for him ,and how you lived your life as a Christian, thats the judgement day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110416709619521867?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110416709619521867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110416709619521867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110416709619521867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110416709619521867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-opinoion-on-other-religion-beliefs.html' title='My Opinoion on other religion beliefs'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806428.post-110416645117032955</id><published>2004-12-27T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:54:11.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Welocome reader, to the inside of my head. Its a litte crazy In here, but I think you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian, republican, writer and musician(sorry if i spelled that wrong). I play piano and clarinet, write petry, and i am one of God's Children. I am a wicked-wretched-vile-sinner saved by Grace!!!!LOL. I love God. With all of my heart, soul and mind.I gave myslef to him.and I prayed this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I want to do your will,&lt;br /&gt;I long to be on the “winning” side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you died on the cross for my sins,&lt;br /&gt;Came to earth as a baby,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to be a good person or do good works to get to Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you rose again on the third day and stayed on earth for 40 days then ascended,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I have sinned,&lt;br /&gt;I repent them,&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I want to do your will,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be on the willing side,&lt;br /&gt;And as of ____time_____, day__, ________month,_date,_ year&lt;br /&gt;i am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pray this prayer, you too can become a child of God. Please do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806428-110416645117032955?l=oboesareevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110416645117032955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806428&amp;postID=110416645117032955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110416645117032955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806428/posts/default/110416645117032955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oboesareevil.blogspot.com/2004/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Emily Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02127375209593024468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.industrialcontrol.com/puppy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
