<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921</id><updated>2009-11-29T13:44:48.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-3083710488375705002</id><published>2008-08-02T17:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:45:15.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay! I made a new blog, wordpress! So, I'm hoping anyone who's linked to me here, would please change it to the new place over &lt;a href="http://www.kaminokodmo.wordpress.com/"&gt;yonder&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be deleting this blog soo.... better sooner then never. Thanks, luv ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaminokodomo.wordpress.com/"&gt;KAMINOKODOMO.WORDPRESS.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-3083710488375705002?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/3083710488375705002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=3083710488375705002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/3083710488375705002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/3083710488375705002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-blogs.html' title='Moving Blogs'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-5303306006550762660</id><published>2008-07-26T14:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:49:45.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Detox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day.&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishment: TWO MEALS&lt;br /&gt;Mistakenly Ate: TWO BANANA'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-5303306006550762660?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/5303306006550762660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=5303306006550762660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/5303306006550762660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/5303306006550762660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/lemon-ditox.html' title='Lemon Detox'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-8561264639278758529</id><published>2008-07-22T15:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:00:01.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog ideas</title><content type='html'>I'm putting lots of thought into this blog and what I should do with it. My ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In order of 'best' to 'least' good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Delete all posts' and start a new&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. Move onto wordpress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. Making this blog private&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. Leave posts' and keep blogging as usual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. Delete blog forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup. I'm thinking about these stuff cuz of many reasons. I made this blog around the first few months while in Mexico and thought of it being a great way to stay in touch with the pals back in Jap land. Since then I've been realizing that more then my friends view this thing, people who I hardly even know frequent my blog. I've been feeling very uncomfortable and inferior with that thought in mind. Just going through past posts', mainly skimming through them, gives me this cringing feeling of embarissment inside the tummy. (...pride?) I think that people-who hardly know me-reading my blog, seems to give them idea's on who I am, and judging me accordingly. I may be wrong but that's just how I feel and ....uhh... it's not sucha good feeling.&lt;/p&gt;Everytime I click the little "post" button I try to make myself not care what's being posted, how the people will take it and think of me as, and just making this blog fun for people who will understand it. Now, I'm starting to care and am feeling a bit yucky on past posts'...ahem. So I wanna try being more strict with what I write up here, how I'll go about in doing that is all listed above. So consider yourself warned for any future changes with this baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-8561264639278758529?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/8561264639278758529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=8561264639278758529' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/8561264639278758529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/8561264639278758529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-ideas.html' title='Blog ideas'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-7965599748878386609</id><published>2008-07-19T17:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:29.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekato-jonesfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Katou Familia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Aiki, Im spelling ur name right...you guys actually MISPELLED it on ur blog!!! TAKE THAT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SIJzSPD76mI/AAAAAAAABPs/KVTFF9WtyHw/s1600-h/IMG_8601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224865274821077602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SIJzSPD76mI/AAAAAAAABPs/KVTFF9WtyHw/s400/IMG_8601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They made a blog, YAY! Now I get to be updated on a regular basis on how my cute little neiceee-poo is doing. (Fat...eeeee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-7965599748878386609?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/7965599748878386609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=7965599748878386609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7965599748878386609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7965599748878386609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SIJzSPD76mI/AAAAAAAABPs/KVTFF9WtyHw/s72-c/IMG_8601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-2629445479755853117</id><published>2008-07-12T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:28:41.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Que honda?!</title><content type='html'>Okay so umm, blogging is starting to be a, big-time-back-burner since recently. I've discovered that Im finding lots of things to do with my time other than keeping you updated with the recentlies. I hope you don't mind, I just seem to be having lots of inspirations, visions, and goals that Im really thrilled about and seeing ways on how I can fulfill them to the max.. (school is started to act whore-ish tho...blaah) So, know that Im in good tidings and in good health. eeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacation is also in the makings. Tengo 50% feelings that it will be a fun and exciting summer, pero la otro 50 % feelings is thee ... might-not-work-out-at-all and I might have to stay home for summer. So these 50/50 feelings haven't been keeping my emotions too steady these days, sorry to anyone who's been around me and experienced some first-hand-very-extreme moments of mine...please understand, please? Grass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, lets see what happens in the next few days, shall we? k, tx luv ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-2629445479755853117?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/2629445479755853117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=2629445479755853117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2629445479755853117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2629445479755853117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/que-honda.html' title='Que honda?!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-2048631126264077339</id><published>2008-07-05T23:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:31.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas Poto's!! (aheee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some potos from Juliet's camera. Skanks purdy girl!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shh, my english is perfect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, we went to the mall on freeday, we walked around like a big bunch of gaijins, and den we ate pizza, and starbucks (lets take a moment to say, "aaaahhhhh baybeeeee!!") and peruvian Finch guy kept picking on small-innocent-asian Joanie who only tryed to show alitte bit of love by spraying all the cologne samples on him (yeeeah...highlight of the dayy), and umm...half the groupie went to watch a movie (I mean comon, when u have lotsa ppl to hang out with, YOU DONT WATCH MOVIES!! hahaha take that) and we had fun in the end, verdad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBU9nKriYI/AAAAAAAABOs/wimHNjjuf6E/s1600-h/IMG_9766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219765385584937346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBU9nKriYI/AAAAAAAABOs/wimHNjjuf6E/s200/IMG_9766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See Santi? Sometimes you gotta look at the good in Joanie, she dosent ALWAYS try to pick fights on you, she loves and cares about you....all the way down to your shoe lace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBU93vzwuI/AAAAAAAABO0/jKUx37jRlsw/s1600-h/IMG_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219765390035632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBU93vzwuI/AAAAAAAABO0/jKUx37jRlsw/s200/IMG_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Juliet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing those set of photos made me wanna wish you a happy birthday. (hee hee) Have a good 18th and dont get drunk, dont get into oddly strange mens' business, and stop acting lezbo around me...its a little too creepy for comfort. Ya know? Good. I'll call you old for now, but once I join the ranks of being 18 with you, I'll call you super young. (heee, talk about a two-faced asian!!!) Have a good year serving Jesus as a full-timer, and may your hearts desire of going to Japan be fulfilled with or without me. ('with' would be best)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBbBL37vqI/AAAAAAAABO8/YNX7RRXRO8A/s1600-h/fools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219772044047793826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBbBL37vqI/AAAAAAAABO8/YNX7RRXRO8A/s200/fools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah no, its not what you think (...whatever it is that you're thinking). But Joanie and Liz are sure thinking about someONE...hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219772047163002130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBbBXeqDRI/AAAAAAAABPE/5xw7RTptGOY/s200/sushi+hide-out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, this was our sushi hide-out. EVERYONE needed ID to get it, it was THAT tight of a business. (right Rachel? gosh...she was best security!) So, we all ate sushi like a pack of squirels hidden in a tree trunk (...?) while Mindy and Heidi were steaming hot red from not being able to part take of it, due to ... forgetfulness...? eeeee :D. WLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9CsROQI/AAAAAAAABOE/UPonXjF8o3Y/s1600-h/theater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219764276282079490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9CsROQI/AAAAAAAABOE/UPonXjF8o3Y/s200/theater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it how the two gorgeous smiley faces are focused but those random posers aren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True art indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9EsIaWI/AAAAAAAABOM/SoSffx3rhm4/s1600-h/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219764276818372962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9EsIaWI/AAAAAAAABOM/SoSffx3rhm4/s200/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eww, I love this girl to peices..hokay Mindy?? Just believe and you will see! (ding)&lt;br /&gt;Miss you girlfriend, and next time...can we have an appointment set up of having some quality time with Hoan? Gesh, I felt like I was some side hooker or something. (haha whaaa?)&lt;br /&gt;*kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9K3ueRI/AAAAAAAABOU/p5btTnvPoRc/s1600-h/IMG_9706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219764278477617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9K3ueRI/AAAAAAAABOU/p5btTnvPoRc/s200/IMG_9706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ewizabes.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna print this one and frame it and I will always have it in my room, all the way up till when Im super old cuz it'll remind me of how you really helped me. (ho yes you did!)&lt;br /&gt;And please stop giving me that face and your grumbly, "...why did she put this photo up on her blog??"...well maybe cuz I love you and I want to show everyone that your BEST...maybeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9Q5pbiI/AAAAAAAABOc/kjaghDPswqs/s1600-h/IMG_9707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219764280096288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9Q5pbiI/AAAAAAAABOc/kjaghDPswqs/s200/IMG_9707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just chillin and freakin out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219764280563393042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBT9SpA4hI/AAAAAAAABOk/vPCCH96XNpk/s200/IMG_9765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See, me and Santi were really bonding, the aquariaus way, when this random costa rican came and interupted us like mad-man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he needs to be put on &lt;strong&gt;probation&lt;/strong&gt;...pronto)&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/15933921-2048631126264077339?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/2048631126264077339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=2048631126264077339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2048631126264077339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2048631126264077339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/sumore.html' title='Mas Poto&apos;s!! (aheee)'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SHBU9nKriYI/AAAAAAAABOs/wimHNjjuf6E/s72-c/IMG_9766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-1227111254999329207</id><published>2008-07-03T20:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:31.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marylou Diamant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SG2w49oezKI/AAAAAAAABN8/n4lUy9nMPrg/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SG2w49oezKI/AAAAAAAABN8/n4lUy9nMPrg/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022035855789218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so, Mindy's writing this with me, only cuz we're just .... NOT COMPLETE WITHOUT JEW POWER!!! *roar* JEWPOWERTHIRST!!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're gonna write this post for that girl over in...yeeah, lets not talk about where she is and where shes GOING TO....its only gonna make us emotional, okay? So we're just gonna take our time to write about brighter days...rememba? Too bad this post cant be as fresh as it was last years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe its been a whole year and a few months since we made that piece of heaven on earth, or in better words, "circle of trust". Lets recap for un momentito...&lt;br /&gt;-Orange bracelets? Check.&lt;br /&gt;-Nail-filer vibrator? Check. (K ppl, lets not get any dirty ideas from that. Its not what you think!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Jewish poem/dance/song? Check.&lt;br /&gt;-Messy room? Check.&lt;br /&gt;-Poem for Kit? Check.&lt;br /&gt;-Scramble?....no check.&lt;br /&gt;-Frijoles?....no check.&lt;br /&gt;-Stretchy pants? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So umm, now that we have all that we need to survive (except FOOD FOR HOANIE!!) through a set of very trying words that we want to say to that one girl at the very end of this post, lets first wish her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A HAPPY BIRTHDAY-HANAKAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To that misses wonderland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We love you more than you can imagine and we will almost certainly miss those good times we had. I (Hoanie) will definitely NOT miss your FREQUENT molestations, but I (Mindy) will always cope with them like a super woooman, but geee...better to have a girl with molestation problems or NO GIRL AT ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entonces, we just really wish you'll have the greatest year as a YA, and that you'd follow Joanie's foot prints of being a skanky-hoe and Mindy's hand prints of being a rude-prude (...whaa?) forever, but most of all...we really do hope and wish and pray that you'll follow the Lord Himself in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so this is the set of words that we were being prepared for. Umm so... you probably already heard this song more than once, but this time..really soak in the chorus parts, hokay? We hope everyones comfortably seated and ready to hit the emotional button, cuz here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/739JpsT-k8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/739JpsT-k8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you're there for me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EVEN IF YOU'LL BE IN COLOMBIAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We really mean it, we'll always always be there&lt;br /&gt;for you Mar! (*Hoan squeals in with a japanese&lt;br /&gt;accent* "IM HERE!!...wadaap girlfriend" *does&lt;br /&gt;shnazy hand move*) We also REALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;if you ever wanna come back after one week, don't&lt;br /&gt;be afraid to do so because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WANT YOU BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Love always and forever, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Minders&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hoan: Gosh, we're so unprepared...no photos of us together or anything...wait! We do have that time we ate sushi outside together....&lt;br /&gt;Minders: .........lets not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Marylou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-1227111254999329207?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/1227111254999329207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=1227111254999329207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/1227111254999329207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/1227111254999329207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/marylou-diamant.html' title='Marylou Diamant'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SG2w49oezKI/AAAAAAAABN8/n4lUy9nMPrg/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-2186776079465825436</id><published>2008-07-03T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:31.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negatibu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218792845171558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGzgcTzNCAI/AAAAAAAABNs/W-N7c8Ck8IQ/s320/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you'll get it if you get it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-2186776079465825436?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/2186776079465825436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=2186776079465825436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2186776079465825436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2186776079465825436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/negatibu.html' title='Negatibu.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGzgcTzNCAI/AAAAAAAABNs/W-N7c8Ck8IQ/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-1507895027453020239</id><published>2008-07-02T18:02:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:26:29.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not sappy. It's best!</title><content type='html'>Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing too much of you these days. I think about you a lot, like it's some assignment that I have to do daily. I'm thinking right now, about the way you laugh like I'm the weirdest girl alive but ending it with a kiss like you still love me anyhow, the way you'd say "shhh" when everything was super quiet, the way your nose always got in the way and we would have a traffic jam before our lips took over the world, the way your pants kept falling down and ur apple butt would always say hi to me, the way you make the "eh" sound when you get cuddly with my face. Gosh, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those times? Those weird times, that funny time, that cute time, that retarded time... remember? Like, the time we were cuddlying together on the curve, stealing kisses like they were free yummy snacks, having the time of my life when that begger came and not only took your money but decided to invite herself and sat next to us like we were a show .... remember? How about that hill, overlooking the city, guessing which car would turn where, getting freaked outta our whits when the house right next to us would make random sounds like they were spying on us....remember? How about the time I had alittle too much to drink and you kept telling me what was infront of me, what car was coming from which direction- just treating me like I was a dangerous bomb that would explode if I walked by myself without you holding my hand....remember? I definently wont forget those cops and the way you stuttered when they asked you what we were doing, "es...es....es mi...mi novia!!!"....now I know when you lie. I hope you'll remember like I will, cuz that was the funnest time I've ever had in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not natural for a girl to act like nothing happened, not telling anyone about it, not thanking you over and over again how much it meant to me that you drove pretty far away, suffered the consequence of getting lost, getting a flat tire (did you really?), but all of that just to see ... me. I hope I'm not scaring you with this, in thinking that I'm one of those clingy girls who fall in love after just ONE kiss, naaaah. I know guys hate it so that's why I only want to show and say, thank you so much for giving me all the above and more. You really knew how to treat me like a queen, something that I honestly needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Apple Butt. I'll always think you're nice, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I WANT SOME BROCOLI!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-1507895027453020239?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/1507895027453020239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=1507895027453020239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/1507895027453020239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/1507895027453020239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-not-sappy-its-best.html' title='This is not sappy. It&apos;s best!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-6054779731974416192</id><published>2008-06-26T21:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:33.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matecanas Camping</title><content type='html'>Um so, I just realized that I havent written about my marvelous trip to Monterrey. Sorry for the delay, I'll write about it even if I wont get much comments. (HINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRuToGQEGI/AAAAAAAABNU/eK8OMWf6JAE/s1600-h/L0JiGX617861-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216415551862083682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRuToGQEGI/AAAAAAAABNU/eK8OMWf6JAE/s200/L0JiGX617861-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First week we arive at Rescate and take off to this radical camping trip. I know a few people who didnt expect such EXTREMITY, and some who were totally expecting it and were so suave about it (nice). So it was quite entertaining to see some freaking out over little things, and some totally chilled out about the situation. Me...? well lets just say Joanie was a boarder liner...(right Hopie? tee hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRorRQFHXI/AAAAAAAABL8/qWHS-XevPKg/s1600-h/OoXrYU873728-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409360976387442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRorRQFHXI/AAAAAAAABL8/qWHS-XevPKg/s200/OoXrYU873728-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically...we took a long 2 hour bumpy ride to a little place to park our cars, took all our bedding and tents and HIKED with them for around 15 minutes to our nature-&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRpGQPrZ2I/AAAAAAAABMk/kXCOwSwW4oc/s1600-h/tI2TWx450557-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409824562734946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRpGQPrZ2I/AAAAAAAABMk/kXCOwSwW4oc/s200/tI2TWx450557-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spot. We arived there to see this awesome lake that we were expecting to be "sparkling blue", like they said it was, but due to some random fires, the ashes made the water look alittle merky. (eeeee!) So PTL, it was good to see some cold water anyways, just to dive into after all that sweatin from hiking and pitching tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRr_QUWRdI/AAAAAAAABM0/rLfMFUleC_Q/s1600-h/OoFMFN349094-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413002858120658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRr_QUWRdI/AAAAAAAABM0/rLfMFUleC_Q/s200/OoFMFN349094-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanie forgets to put sun block on and gets a nasty burn, (please NOTE; my red back DID NOT come from tanning!!!! it came from not putting ANY lotion on...thank you!) So it's pretty much radical from then on for two days, but it was great fun non-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopie was my toilet-partner, as DISGUSTING as that sounds... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRsUvWl3MI/AAAAAAAABM8/bdyTXJpoY6Y/s1600-h/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413371966282946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRsUvWl3MI/AAAAAAAABM8/bdyTXJpoY6Y/s200/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you DO NOT want to go to their man-made bathroom on your own, it's like a night-mare!!! I would have taken a photo of the toilet, but...i couldnt find that camera. Anyways, I dunno why Im talking about the toilet...i guess its cuz I never used sucha AMAZING peice of man-creation in my life. Hopie was also my tanning partner and cold-water-dipping partner. Basically, Hopie was always there for me during the weirdest moments... thanks girl! (green penis? hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since there were no bathrooms, sinks, or showers; we all had some &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGUGgHRA7HI/AAAAAAAABNk/qc5mGnPibwY/s1600-h/wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216582892154580082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGUGgHRA7HI/AAAAAAAABNk/qc5mGnPibwY/s200/wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interesting experiences. Our only source of water was from the lake, please NOTE: never brush ur teeth down stream, go UP stream or else you wont be washing ur mouth out with clean water...!!!! (YAACK) The showering, Hopie brought her little body spung that was more than handy, but NO one (let me repeat) NO ONE brought conditioner!!! Our hair was like HAY!!!! It was pretty nasty. All the girls were being mean to be for bringing my make-up remover, two bottles of insect spray, my face wash, my apricot scrub, cotton for the make-up remover, hair-spray, and body spray instead of bringing other neccesities. When actually, ALL of the above were used, not only by me, BUT THE BOYS TOO!!! (haaa, take THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to spend my sleepy times with Mindy, Hopie, Melanie, and Michelle. As stupid as Joanie &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRpGcTVKxI/AAAAAAAABMc/wf_G3IOCzTA/s1600-h/sepXpO616156-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409827799280402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRpGcTVKxI/AAAAAAAABMc/wf_G3IOCzTA/s200/sepXpO616156-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;felt when she only brought a thin blanket and pink pillow and all the girls would laugh on how stupid I was in not being prepared WHATSOEVER, I still had fun!! Yes, funny thing about the sleeping was that...our tent was located on a certain SLANT, so before we would go to sleep....our heads would be touching one end of the tent, but in the morning we ALL slipped (yes, correct word) down to the bottom to where our feet would be touching the other end of the tent. (or should we say, 'Michelle') Hee hee, it was pretty magical! Then there would be random people flying 1 mile off towards the sunset, due to tripping on our tent strings, with the sounds of "ahhhhhh" putting us to sleep. (nice!) And let me repeat, it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRoqwdXGQI/AAAAAAAABLs/-2wXjz7O4RM/s1600-h/6g6IWU080357-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409352173721858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRoqwdXGQI/AAAAAAAABLs/-2wXjz7O4RM/s200/6g6IWU080357-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the days it was pretty much DIY situation, which is pretty fun to have when theres cool people to chill out with, refreshing water to bathe in, and a cute little spot to tan on. Yes, lets go back to the "cool people to chill out with"...have you ever met the Saltillo boys? My goshness, if you ever want to have fun they're the DUDES! hahah, SO funny. (ey?) Miss those guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that was camping in the wilderness for 3 days and 2 nights for ya in a nutshell. I'll write more later if I get the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo muchisimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thank you Mindy, for the fotos. Now for Juliet...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216418889934984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRxV7Y2VoI/AAAAAAAABNc/yMiLHpElMvo/s200/Matecanas+Camping+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-6054779731974416192?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/6054779731974416192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=6054779731974416192' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/6054779731974416192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/6054779731974416192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/06/matecanas-camping.html' title='Matecanas Camping'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGRuToGQEGI/AAAAAAAABNU/eK8OMWf6JAE/s72-c/L0JiGX617861-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-4817992264934556109</id><published>2008-06-25T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:35.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okasama, BIJINN!</title><content type='html'>My mommy is so purdy! Shes a utsukushii geisha...&lt;br /&gt;It was Johnny's graduation thing that she went to, so she let me pick her clothes (this cute dress that I got for her), do her hair and make-up. She looked super duper afterwards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMtDuS3pjI/AAAAAAAABLc/ltUQaO3k1Bk/s1600-h/100_1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216062335415199282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMtDuS3pjI/AAAAAAAABLc/ltUQaO3k1Bk/s200/100_1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMtD-gXhGI/AAAAAAAABLk/6FVpwSAkXr0/s1600-h/100_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216062339766781026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMtD-gXhGI/AAAAAAAABLk/6FVpwSAkXr0/s200/100_1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsI-riwII/AAAAAAAABK8/bsBeMA9Z9Ao/s1600-h/100_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216061326201372802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsI-riwII/AAAAAAAABK8/bsBeMA9Z9Ao/s200/100_1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsIxkgOmI/AAAAAAAABLE/uN3hgN0L1qc/s1600-h/100_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216061322682186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsIxkgOmI/AAAAAAAABLE/uN3hgN0L1qc/s200/100_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsIzVVKnI/AAAAAAAABLM/-5JzghTZiQs/s1600-h/100_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216061323155417714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsIzVVKnI/AAAAAAAABLM/-5JzghTZiQs/s200/100_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsJJdFUgI/AAAAAAAABLU/nDANwBVHJHI/s1600-h/100_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216061329093513730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMsJJdFUgI/AAAAAAAABLU/nDANwBVHJHI/s200/100_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-4817992264934556109?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/4817992264934556109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=4817992264934556109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/4817992264934556109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/4817992264934556109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/06/okasama-bijinn.html' title='Okasama, BIJINN!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SGMtDuS3pjI/AAAAAAAABLc/ltUQaO3k1Bk/s72-c/100_1404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-499968255836339297</id><published>2008-06-16T21:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:36.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WLY RACHEL!!!!</title><content type='html'>Rachel is going back to Cali, so we had a little bye bye sushi night in the bathroom ... make that a PRIVATE bathroom-sushi party. Other peoples took some photos of the real deal instead of all these mug shots, (tee hee, I love that liz girl...smack that!!) anyways, it was fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc4sAX3XSI/AAAAAAAABK0/tISbhG-kY-E/s1600-h/PICT0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212697422370135330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc4sAX3XSI/AAAAAAAABK0/tISbhG-kY-E/s200/PICT0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc4r7BXs8I/AAAAAAAABKs/CPrjM6EERCw/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212697420933608386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc4r7BXs8I/AAAAAAAABKs/CPrjM6EERCw/s200/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc30RI0MLI/AAAAAAAABKM/oESx59SFsck/s1600-h/PICT0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212696464797741234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc30RI0MLI/AAAAAAAABKM/oESx59SFsck/s200/PICT0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc31SpzU2I/AAAAAAAABKc/gsRog-1HJ9U/s1600-h/PICT0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212696482384401250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc31SpzU2I/AAAAAAAABKc/gsRog-1HJ9U/s200/PICT0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyLeeM8fI/AAAAAAAABJs/5kIk8DfYAEg/s1600-h/PICT0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690266444329458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyLeeM8fI/AAAAAAAABJs/5kIk8DfYAEg/s200/PICT0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyMCUKMqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/x5fQqnGZ5Ec/s1600-h/PICT0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690276065882786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyMCUKMqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/x5fQqnGZ5Ec/s200/PICT0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyMhLsivI/AAAAAAAABJ8/LQ3lwJT8cFw/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690284351884018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyMhLsivI/AAAAAAAABJ8/LQ3lwJT8cFw/s200/PICT0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyNMfZe1I/AAAAAAAABKE/RLQVqSkgFLY/s1600-h/PICT0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690295977245522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFcyNMfZe1I/AAAAAAAABKE/RLQVqSkgFLY/s200/PICT0050.JPG" 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/15933921-499968255836339297?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/499968255836339297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=499968255836339297' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/499968255836339297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/499968255836339297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/06/wly-rachel.html' title='WLY RACHEL!!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFc4sAX3XSI/AAAAAAAABK0/tISbhG-kY-E/s72-c/PICT0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-3982077541794813872</id><published>2008-06-11T21:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:37.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>So, people have been asking me for photos. The thing is, I dont have them. So umm... if I could get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mindy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt; to send me some real soon, that would be great. (I even high-lighted your names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the other Rescate today. I'll miss everyone here. They were the sweetest people I've ever lived two weeks with!! And thats, fo shizzles. Thanks for taking us in and putting up with my messy-ness floating around the house....I'm still trying to find my other favorite high-heal sandal. (arggh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I just happen to be on Sam's computer who has the BIGGEST collection of photos, I'll let you take a lookie at the tweet faces I get to see every so often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKdRwKsXHI/AAAAAAAABJc/YziA-9Fi6KM/s1600-h/at+contigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKdRwKsXHI/AAAAAAAABJc/YziA-9Fi6KM/s200/at+contigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400647134174322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those Toyoda's... tsk, gonna miss 'em.&lt;br /&gt;(sheesh, that gorilla Joe is always missing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKdSVAfFlI/AAAAAAAABJk/Yon6kKdg32s/s1600-h/IMG_8994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKdSVAfFlI/AAAAAAAABJk/Yon6kKdg32s/s200/IMG_8994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400657023473234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That poison-ivy-Jamie guy is so spiffy these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKcDiLcNII/AAAAAAAABJM/jDlAQ0Cra_Q/s1600-h/DSC05151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKcDiLcNII/AAAAAAAABJM/jDlAQ0Cra_Q/s200/DSC05151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211399303349417090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to pick a fight where ever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;America is too tough for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKcFIM8w0I/AAAAAAAABJU/Wljqu7NtXLM/s1600-h/mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKcFIM8w0I/AAAAAAAABJU/Wljqu7NtXLM/s200/mike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211399330736161602" 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/15933921-3982077541794813872?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/3982077541794813872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=3982077541794813872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/3982077541794813872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/3982077541794813872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SFKdRwKsXHI/AAAAAAAABJc/YziA-9Fi6KM/s72-c/at+contigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-7841455715761279316</id><published>2008-06-09T16:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meilani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. Thanks for all the attention you gave me, wherever you went, whatever you did. I'll miss you even if we stopped being in contact for sucha long time. I still have your letters in my old mail box, makes me laugh...Frankie anyone? (haha) I'll try not to get too emotional about it. I'll just do my best to be happy as I can. Knowing that you're in the Lords arms, happy and smiling for fighting the good fight of faith is something worth more than a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have a special place in my heart and mind. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SE25xJswHEI/AAAAAAAABJE/0NfWIIGAzOA/s1600-h/meilani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SE25xJswHEI/AAAAAAAABJE/0NfWIIGAzOA/s200/meilani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210024598005881922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone who wants to write a message to Meilani, feel free to comment for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-7841455715761279316?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/7841455715761279316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=7841455715761279316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7841455715761279316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7841455715761279316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/06/tears-for-you.html' title='Tears for you.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SE25xJswHEI/AAAAAAAABJE/0NfWIIGAzOA/s72-c/meilani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-5273488597254579286</id><published>2008-05-31T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:21:11.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm visiting Monterrey for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to this incredimazing camping trip out in the woods and it was great. Just talking about it scares you, but once you experience it....its just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at Rescate till the 10th of June. The kids are so tweet. The people are so kind and considerate. But these peruvian brothers are....................heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u in a bit with mucho fotos. Mindy's got a butt load on her cam so I get them when I get them, hokay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovin you.&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/15933921-5273488597254579286?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/5273488597254579286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=5273488597254579286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/5273488597254579286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/5273488597254579286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/05/sup.html' title='Sup!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-6768110861140463485</id><published>2008-05-23T14:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:38.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SDdAcBAzqAI/AAAAAAAABIs/zOk2M77DKUA/s1600-h/spaceball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203698744502233090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SDdAcBAzqAI/AAAAAAAABIs/zOk2M77DKUA/s200/spaceball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanz is happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lesson: &lt;em&gt;your life is not your own, it's the Lords! Let him have full control over it and ride that rollar coaster with your hands up, in total obedience and faith cuz all things work together for good. &lt;/em&gt;Si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this radical roller coaster ride, but I've reached the top, over looking some of the beauties that the Lords got in store for my life. Its good taking some heavenly-vision time, riiiight? What would I do without the Lord and his magic tricks, tsk...sucha pro! And how he uses the people to tell me the sweetest things ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"...what we're tested in we usually come out stronger in" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.i think your super great! when im sad your always online for some reason and then im a grouch but you actually change my mood and it just makes me happy again...your super cool..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"....jew my bestest friend" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"...k well i'm about to go. but before i do, i want you to listen to this song. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=rzPbFn0DpD8"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=rzPbFn0DpD8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"...When there is no one else but Jesus. That's the best experience you can have. So always remember that!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"...the Lord has his ways. I know it must be pretty rough....take care Joanie, i'm thinking of you! Pray'in too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"...love you so much joan, your a great friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"...i do love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"I love you so much. You lighted up my life today, and many other days before, and for sure to come. I'll keep you in my prayers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, Joans got a lot to be thankful for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would be Mrs. Extreme Grump Ball if it wasnt for Jesus, his magical powers, and all his chess players-my friends.....&lt;strong&gt;I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-6768110861140463485?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/6768110861140463485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=6768110861140463485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/6768110861140463485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/6768110861140463485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/05/magic.html' title='Magic!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SDdAcBAzqAI/AAAAAAAABIs/zOk2M77DKUA/s72-c/spaceball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-7629969620088670489</id><published>2008-05-15T19:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:03:32.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To People I Love.</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update for the updated hearts that beat ever so fastly when they reach my blog and who nearly have heart attacks when they find out I haven't written anysing. *grin* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I like you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so full of emotions lately. It's crazy, some sort of menopause or....pregnancy or.... big change thing in this frail body of mine that I'm not quite sure what it's called. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(No, Im not pregnant) &lt;/span&gt;But geesh, these emotions are sweeping me off my own feet and taking me to places sooo unknown. If you're not understanding me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I wake up and start singing the song that I went to sleep with, but the song reminds me of the person who dedicated it to me, so then I start thinking about the person, then it makes me think about all the stupid things I said to that person, it makes me feel bad. But then I think of all the sweet things the person said to me, it makes me feel better. But it goes back and forth, on and on with little intermissions of thoughtful prayers that I can just leave you into the Lords hands. On it goes till I'm fully dressed and ready for good ol'devo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the kitchen and see a pot full of ripe and ready coffee, ready to be reaped by the many reapers......but then I hear mama and daddy's voice ringing in my ear, begging me not to take a sip of the bean joooice cuz they blame all my sickies from it. But then, stopping coffee means so much to me. Because I remember the farthest we ever walked together to get a cup of coffee. Remember? San Pedro, that stoopid taxi ride that took us nowhere, thinking you were some 'golden god' ready to be picked up by random picker-upers, naming as many fancy smancy cars' as fast as we could, grabbing my hand with the words "trust me" being forced in my ear when we would cross the road on the verge of being the victums of road kill, making fun of my not so famous name brand clothes that I was wearing yet having me still admit that I'm a crazy lover of fashion &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(git outta here),&lt;/span&gt; that bus ride and ur lame face trying to convince me that my boyfriend hated me, your cool music...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I decide not to drink the bean jooice and stick with good ol'fashion Eco to create new memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then devotions, I sit down and let all the words just sink into me and I fall in love with Him. I get so full of it. Just this morning, I had such a high when I thought about how my twisted up life is gonna straighten up for the better after all the testings are through. Why am I worried that nothing will pull through? It's stupid that I do, cuz it will...cuz He loves me. I just gotta Trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Trust joanie....Trust, with a capital "T")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I go outside and I smell the air. I've been getting sucha kick out of the fresh, crisp air that's been swooning around this area. Why does it remind me of you, and those times? Why does it remind me of the time we sat together, stealing a kiss or two when faces weren't staring? Why...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I eat my breakfast. Thinking about the time we would make breakfast together at noon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; (first meal of the day is always called "breakfast" even if its 9 at night...!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shooing the boys away due to their monstrous appetite. Chillaxing to the sound of girlie smackings and giggles. Then I remember you and your cuddly self, the easy-going spirit of yours. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shh, Im not lesbo...gosh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this is completely normal to be emotional to everything around me. But I'm REALLY hoping that it'll die down till I'm capable of making a joke on romance. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Aaaah, give me a rose!! SOMEONE!!)&lt;/span&gt; PTL! You still love me despite my embarssingness, right? right. Glad we got that covered like grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the horrible grammar, not to mention the brand new words I'm creating in this post.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (ahh, now that I've apologized, you have no right to tease me about it...take THAT punk!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this will suffice as a brand new update for you. I hope you're doing good, I miss you. Thanks for everything, have I mentioned that to you? I bet I haven't....sorry for not thanking you as much as I should. Cuz there's so many things you do that fills me up with a butt load of gratitude; you have a skill to lighten up my world, you know? Keep being you and I'll try being a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that wasn't to any specific person, that was to everyone who means a lot to me...you all know who you are, so no need to be pointed out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I'll be your crying shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll be loves suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll be better when I'm older,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-7629969620088670489?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/7629969620088670489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=7629969620088670489' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7629969620088670489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7629969620088670489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-people-i-love.html' title='To People I Love.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-2314078960647129622</id><published>2008-05-11T16:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:38.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama-san.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SCdu6sG1uZI/AAAAAAAABIE/iLCV2RlM1SI/s1600-h/mamjo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199246249373841810" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SCdu6sG1uZI/AAAAAAAABIE/iLCV2RlM1SI/s200/mamjo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy Mothers Dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about Mama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The only person who likes my nail-polish.&lt;br /&gt;-She's same sun sign as me, which means...theres a bigger possibility of becoming like her when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;-Super good shepherdess. Knows everything about the word and has a super strong fear of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;-Starts laughing when I talk slang in japanese, before she used to give me consequences for talking disrespectfully. But now....she just laughs.&lt;br /&gt;-Good at math.&lt;br /&gt;-Beginning to take my opinion on her choice of make-up, hair styles, and clothing....and I think that's COOL!!  &lt;span&gt;(before it was always, "nooo...what does MARY think"......hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and more!!! Gannbatte kudsai mama-san!! Itsumo arigato ne? Anata wa, SUPA-MAMA!!! Korekaramo, yoroshiku be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SCdulcG1uYI/AAAAAAAABH8/w9G04KvkuHo/s1600-h/P1000891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199245884301621634" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SCdulcG1uYI/AAAAAAAABH8/w9G04KvkuHo/s320/P1000891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan-chan yori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-2314078960647129622?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/2314078960647129622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=2314078960647129622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2314078960647129622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2314078960647129622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/05/mama-san.html' title='Mama-san.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SCdu6sG1uZI/AAAAAAAABIE/iLCV2RlM1SI/s72-c/mamjo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-6736260076542020338</id><published>2008-05-07T08:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:38:37.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found another set of jewls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do you get along better with guys or girls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys to talk with. Girls to have some fun shopping, talkin about the usuals, hanging out, watching movies, cooking and just fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Even if I get married I’d still want the husband to tell that to me on random occasions... “I like you, you know?” awww, heart-melter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah duh! I don’t want some a guy with bad lungs, smelly breath, and teeth the color of piss….holy ship! Get awayyyyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted? Que que??? is that like, sending messages through a phone?? see...I dont have one of those, so Im not as high tec with the world like Im suposto. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like shows like Forensic Files and Unsolved Mysteries?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what you’re talking about. Both those titles seem lame...just so u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, makes you feel like your starting your day off sparkly and clean. Not so much at night, sometimes I fall asleep due to the comfortableness of nudity and hot water…..zzzzzzzow! Im not saying thats not nice, it IS...but I'd rather sleep in bed lying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List people you were/are best friends with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were?? Geesh, that’s not sucha nice word to place before “friends”. That’s like calling them, “retarded friends” or something lame like that. So I think I wont answer that one and will stick to the present, here and now….&lt;br /&gt;Mindy, Philly, Finch, Michelle, Sean, Jo, Andre, Marylou, Ambat. Im so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the best people who could cheer you up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Extreme baby yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;, Best Chipmunk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you know?)&lt;/span&gt;, MINDY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(always and forever)&lt;/span&gt;, Marylou &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(when she dosent go on one of her sudden spasms of dissing FRIJOLES!!)&lt;/span&gt; and my youngest sister, Elena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. Don’t want to, I’ll probably fall perversly in love and try joining up with NYC Ballet Academy. (…..OMG, lets not go there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you added to your contacts list in your phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dont have a phone!! Geesh, u think im sum rich asian girl or sumsing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any expensive jewelry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Im not so into jewelry-gives me this fugly rash. Most of them are mexican ear-rings and beads/clothe necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch. (its because!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard any really great quotes lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...got a note book full of 'em.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….one of those souls I’ve won, at least I hope so!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the name of your first school you ever went to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishuku Shoggakkou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/would you ever tattooed anyones name on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I would. Me and Philly were gonna get one together, put our names in small letters somewhere in it, but that didnt work out so....baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of your siblings best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BOY!!! This is hard esp when you have mucho siblings, I also have no idea so Umm.. I'll just guess then:&lt;br /&gt;David-Katsuya or Kelsey or Carmel. (heh)&lt;br /&gt;Jp-Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Florence-Nikki, Misty, Sunny, Windy. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina-ANGEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Natalie-Natalia&lt;br /&gt;Elena-Posh and Joanie... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most appealing thing about the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they treat you as someone different and special. And of course their love for the Lord, if they don’t have that then well…. Adios! (muaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which year has been the best so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I’m comparing it with 16 so ya, definently best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever found more than a dollar/pound in a random place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found 50 pesos on the ground!!! (high score???) …..ahem, that’s like five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever been more important to you than a family member?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you smiled!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last text message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sweet 'thank you' note from mister jo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whens your next road trip?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you cry if you found out you were pregnant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now? Right at the moment? …..aheh heh…YES I WOULD!!! Not because I wouldn’t want the baby or anything but umm, I wanna finish school first before ANYTHING. I wanna find a husband before I create a child so that it can be EXTRA special. I think pregnancy is a really really beautiful thing and I am looking forward to it….JUST NOT NOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs and in rejoices room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your current pets will be alive ten years from now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really own pets but, the two dogs we have are so precious to me. Im a pet lover so yes, I do hope they’ll live ten years from now. Poochies, love those thangs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was your last bubble bath?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOF! When I was what, eight years old???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone by the name of Dennis?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My Uncle, Dennis Jones. (I call him U.Denny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your pet right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, not MY pet, but they’re probably outside chilling and freaking out. Trying to eat our little chick’s….donks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color phone do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One silver and one white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……whatever the Lord wants. GULP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What outfit do you have on at this exact moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute blue surfing shorts and a green sports bra.-my PJ's. Joanies currently sicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I'll get better and carry on with my life. And to sip coffee once again.... PLEASE LORD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone who likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, a lot of ppl…Im so popular! *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a heartbreak feel as bad as it sounds?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sures. But it’ll only turn you into someone great so…ahem, you gotta go through it in this life whether you like it or not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, nooo!!! Not the hair….the hair is a very sensitive topic for Joan. Okay so its dark dark brown at the roots, then like 1-2 inches of RED, then the rest is PURELY BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! (…yeah, DON’T ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are things you hate losing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY, make-up, favorite clothes, other ppls things, ppls phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you eaten popcorn in the past 48 hours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in handcuffs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could say anything to any one person what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hu***, I wanna stick with you. And... I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word.&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/15933921-6736260076542020338?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/6736260076542020338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=6736260076542020338' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/6736260076542020338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/6736260076542020338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-doing-it-again.html' title='Found another set of jewls.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-7342027124085501951</id><published>2008-05-02T16:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:39.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucho mucho</title><content type='html'>Here's that big event thing that we did on childrens day. Just some picatures for the sake of seeing whatsa happening over here. I would post more but I know that would bore you to the extreme. So here are just some out of the BILLION that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The big crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Holy ship guys, I had to climb (practically crawl cuz 'casual walk' was NOT capable for my body at such height) to the very top of the seats to get this shot. It was the scariest thing I ever did, I hate heights to death!! ugh...I felt like I was gonna fall and kill myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf-Uz6_yI/AAAAAAAABG8/JVHnkpPqDMM/s1600-h/crowd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922488189189922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf-Uz6_yI/AAAAAAAABG8/JVHnkpPqDMM/s320/crowd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and the stacks of books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun bonding time with these guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Andre, I finally told Ray that you say "hi".&lt;br /&gt;haha, good job...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922496779124530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf-0z6_zI/AAAAAAAABHE/GmaVrYiCx3M/s320/100_0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my yellar skin.... Kevin bursted out one time, "LOOK! Joan's skin looks like the color of our MICROWAVE POP-CORN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;......K, thanks. luv ya! (....grrr!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf_Ez6_0I/AAAAAAAABHM/k0Xn4zcQi3Q/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922501074091842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf_Ez6_0I/AAAAAAAABHM/k0Xn4zcQi3Q/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf_Ez6_0I/AAAAAAAABHM/k0Xn4zcQi3Q/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Passin out the books.&lt;br /&gt;Fiesty people. Esp the old mexican ladies. Such sneaks! They all said they wanted to get books for their 100 grandchildren that were at home...pssh!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf_Ez6_1I/AAAAAAAABHU/ajI9mq1AiME/s1600-h/100_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922501074091858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf_Ez6_1I/AAAAAAAABHU/ajI9mq1AiME/s320/100_0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh oh oh!! LUCHADORAS!!!!!!!!!! muahahah, first time I've ever seen them. After "Nacho Libre" I just HAD to watch these guys and take some incredimazing photos of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBugUUz6_3I/AAAAAAAABHk/vjoNCNRZ0pw/s1600-h/100_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922866146312050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBugUUz6_3I/AAAAAAAABHk/vjoNCNRZ0pw/s320/100_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All acting of course. But it was pretty intense for an asian girl. I was biting my finger nails and sqweemed when the sexy ones flew down...ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBugUUz6_4I/AAAAAAAABHs/g6V1dlILX-I/s1600-h/100_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922866146312066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBugUUz6_4I/AAAAAAAABHs/g6V1dlILX-I/s320/100_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see, this is a feather weight champion of the world. (hey you, stop laughing!) No, not some random boxer down the street. This is THEE man, flew in from L.A. to see the kidos and sign autographs and take photos and be Joanie's man. Anyhoo...his arm was like, covered in yummy snacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty cool huh?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBugUkz6_5I/AAAAAAAABH0/LcV1_N8MMTw/s1600-h/100_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195922870441279378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBugUkz6_5I/AAAAAAAABH0/LcV1_N8MMTw/s320/100_0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so he knows us and our group and what we do...quite the friendly one with us. Like best friends! Ahee. So that's pretty much it. Exhausting, but it bore lotsa fruit and miracles happened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PTL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-7342027124085501951?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/7342027124085501951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=7342027124085501951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7342027124085501951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7342027124085501951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/05/mucho-mucho.html' title='Mucho mucho'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBuf-Uz6_yI/AAAAAAAABG8/JVHnkpPqDMM/s72-c/crowd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-4021724671436073375</id><published>2008-04-29T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:16:22.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AKARI NO KOTTO KAITERU ZEI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Akari Taniguchi: Joanie&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: Akari&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: gennki ka?&lt;br /&gt;Akari Taniguchi: im mad&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: doushitai?&lt;br /&gt;Akari Taniguchi: agaggaga&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: "agagaga" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: sounds like an animal&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: whats up&lt;br /&gt;Akari Taniguchi: datte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*akari gives me silly reasons of being mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akari Taniguchi: also honto ni mad nano ha&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jones: why??&lt;br /&gt;Akari Taniguchi: JOAN GA BLOG NI NANIMO AKARI NO KOTO KAITENAI KARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeesh, so intense these days!! all you had to do was ask and I'll do anything for you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Nikko*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-4021724671436073375?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/4021724671436073375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=4021724671436073375' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/4021724671436073375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/4021724671436073375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/04/akari-no-kotto-kaiteru-zei.html' title='AKARI NO KOTTO KAITERU ZEI!!!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-9175919794701468518</id><published>2008-04-27T14:31:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:16:41.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Nino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194026249612504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTjWto1LLI/AAAAAAAABFE/jpheQIGFL6Q/s200/100_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTkw9o1LQI/AAAAAAAABFs/7pgNDfR0B7c/s1600-h/100_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194027800095698178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTkw9o1LQI/AAAAAAAABFs/7pgNDfR0B7c/s200/100_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia de Nino (children's day) week=lotsa lotsa shows. Gosh, since yesterday they've been doing two shows a day and the kids are still sooo energetic! Whats up with that??? I really wonder about them...tsk. Anyways... I dont usually go to the shows unless they need a photographer and childcare taker for the littlest ones. But so far, it's been staying home and maning the kitchen 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But we're having a biggie event coming up for 8,000 poor kids. The adults went to check out the area and it's this massive boxing stadium that can hold up to 10,000 people...so we'll see how that goes. Our whole home is going to hand out the thousands of books that sweet people have sponsored sooo....we have been quite busy during this month. The girlies got together a dance in 7 days, so proud of them. I volunteered to help out with choreographing a ballet-solo for lil'Annie. Didnt know beans on what to do but it flowed and she got it ALL down in the first practise, so proud of that girl. I'm gonna git to finally use MY canon EOS film camera for our event with two film roles in handy so that means, no worrying about running out of film. (hee hee) Hopefully daddy wont hog it all day. (take THAT!) It'd be grrreat if you could pray for smoothness of this event, the good Lawd will bless you abundently...k, tx luv ya! Here, have some photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elena enjoying her 3rd birthday party to the full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Someone light my candels before I die of bored, k..tx"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTtN9o1LVI/AAAAAAAABGU/yl1-u1qUmCc/s1600-h/100_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194037094404926802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTtN9o1LVI/AAAAAAAABGU/yl1-u1qUmCc/s200/100_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoa, random mexican...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194037107289828706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTtOto1LWI/AAAAAAAABGc/xJ78kQRZbH0/s200/gdsfe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunny lookin too grown up ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTtOto1LXI/AAAAAAAABGk/G7arnPMs7QY/s1600-h/100_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194037107289828722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTtOto1LXI/AAAAAAAABGk/G7arnPMs7QY/s200/100_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;He's our latest model for the month.&lt;br /&gt;He can strike up a pose in the time spam of THREE seconds, maximo.&lt;br /&gt;Im tellin ya, he's PRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194028221002493218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTlJdo1LSI/AAAAAAAABF8/sRgjVmv5FTw/s200/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See him in the front with his pose? It's called,&lt;br /&gt;"stick your left foot out and check 'em out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTxE9o1LYI/AAAAAAAABGs/5beqOKGe5wk/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194041337832615298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTxE9o1LYI/AAAAAAAABGs/5beqOKGe5wk/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one he likes to call it the,&lt;br /&gt;"Lean on me, baby yeah!" pose... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTkWto1LPI/AAAAAAAABFk/yzhiKhTr4EI/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194027349124132082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTkWto1LPI/AAAAAAAABFk/yzhiKhTr4EI/s200/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mexicans love me cuz Ive got Jesus...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194041342127582610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTxFNo1LZI/AAAAAAAABG0/yn7720zn0cU/s320/fsase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats the end of my gorgeous collection of photos. Satisfied?....no? oh okay well, shux for you then, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you. Only you.&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/15933921-9175919794701468518?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/9175919794701468518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=9175919794701468518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/9175919794701468518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/9175919794701468518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-de-nino.html' title='Dia de Nino'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRELsDxYz2s/SBTjWto1LLI/AAAAAAAABFE/jpheQIGFL6Q/s72-c/100_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-8562441031179765796</id><published>2008-04-23T17:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:19:58.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these!</title><content type='html'>1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Joan of Arc&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? ...... a week ago?.... Oh oh oh, so embarissing!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Heck yea!&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Oh god, I hate meat......please....NO!! oooh wait, SASHIMI!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yeah, pretty much...&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM ALOT? Only when ppl ask me STUPID questions and tell me STUPID things.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I hate heights.&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? those little brown circle things...yuuuum.&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UN TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Neva. they're always tied to where i can slip em on, and slip em off.......hi five?&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Totally, I can beat the biggest buttock out there with NO problem.&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? choco mint, cookies and cream, caramel.....dreeeam on!!&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? If they love Jesus or not. Yes, that tells ALOT about you.&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Pink&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Ive got the ugliest fingers in the whole entire world!!!!.....but thats cuz they were MEANT to play guitar and piano and volley ball....TYJ!&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU MISS THE MOST? cool, I dont have to say WHO....close call!!! Umm.... the beach.&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? brown pants, no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;20.WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? ice cream and cake.&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? this stupid fan blowing like a hot air balloon. I swear!!!&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I would be white so that I can be in the clouds foreva and eva.&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? incense, guuci, body-shop oceanis, tommy-girl, bvgari, smell of rain. (I hope I spelt all the colognes right)&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Gabe....tsk, sucha bum.&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Volley baaaaallll!!!!! and football and soccer when Im eating hamburgers and fry's....da best! (whoah, did I just say soccer?.....woah woah woah!!)&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Blackish red, its a site Im tellin ya....a reeeeal SITE! (ooga booga blah blah?.....ahh damn it, stop poppin up in my head!!!)&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? brown&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope, but I wanna!!!&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? Fruits.....fruits fruits!!!&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings....hahha, it HAS to be a happy ending. Cuz otherwise, I'll be soooooo angry for awhooole entire WEEEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Oh I dont remember, it was some murder movie that daddy picked....it was supa grand.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Green tube top that lils gave me. I rab ya gal friendo!!!&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? WINTER!&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?.......tisses.&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Cheese cake. Always and forever. NO MATTER WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Elizabeth I. Only cuz my schooling is FORCING me too. And I only have to read up to 100 pages. Once I reached there, that book is going back to its original, dark and gloomy place...muahahahaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Dont have one. Its a lap top. Tadaa!!! So magical.&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? No tv last night...&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? hard to say when this fan has been on for an hour already...umm, love songs to Jesus, the rain, waves....pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles. ".....cuz MONEY CANT BUY ME LOVE, CANT BUY ME LOOOOOOOVE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Hum hum hum......when I was living in japan and we visited the states in 2000. Farthest EVER!&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Yes. haa! You didnt ask me what so I dont have to say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of point. End of discussion. End of post.&lt;br /&gt;pssst.....I love the bitsy's of you!!!&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/15933921-8562441031179765796?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/8562441031179765796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=8562441031179765796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/8562441031179765796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/8562441031179765796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-these.html' title='I love these!'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-2201331692505730836</id><published>2008-04-17T08:50:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:30:20.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Pinkness.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been updating this blog as often as I used to, I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good....in a way. The truth is, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had the energy and will-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;powa&lt;/span&gt; to git my brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stirred&lt;/span&gt; up for some upbeat post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; berry berry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I changed my template into something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and uplifting. (but the frog-that-found-no-name will be greatly missed) I dunno about these templates tho, they give me a hard time with my posts' and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've got that covered, let me walk you through the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;-bits added onto the side bar. The link lists' are in new categories, we have one called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Beautifulness&lt;/span&gt;" for the ladies and "Handsomeness" for the men. (....Hey! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you "duh" me.) I would have been normal and named all of the links with their proper names so that it would be easy access for you, but obviously this is my blog and I do what I want. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Next we have the regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt; that NO ONE has commented in for sometime now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna use it for random little updates that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need a big post to be expounded on. So if you come here and see no updated-posts, there might be an updated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cboxer&lt;/span&gt;!!! So check there, all you gotta do is scroll down when you get to my page...easy as one two three.&lt;br /&gt;Next we have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; map that my sister introduced to me. This makes me have clearer picture on who YOU are that come to see my ever so sexy blog, and how many times you do. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who the heck lives in Humble, Texas? I cant get over it!! 'Humble' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, your being watched, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bewaare&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Last but not ever so least, we have a little section called "bite me". Yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if I should update it with new pictures of bite-me-able men, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it takes a while for me to get it together and it might become a time waster...we'll see. But for now, James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;McAvoy&lt;/span&gt; will have first place as a "Bite Me"....lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. whoa, your right Ben! After looking at my page for a couple of minutes, you look around you and everything is green!!! Heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-2201331692505730836?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/2201331692505730836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=2201331692505730836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2201331692505730836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/2201331692505730836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-pinkness.html' title='Welcome to Pinkness.'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15933921.post-7387857538196302221</id><published>2008-04-10T14:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:27:05.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Restructuring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having some major technical difficulties with this new PEACHY template....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, help me through this difficult time. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15933921-7387857538196302221?l=peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/feeds/7387857538196302221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15933921&amp;postID=7387857538196302221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7387857538196302221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15933921/posts/default/7387857538196302221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peanutsandraisinsyum.blogspot.com/2008/04/restructuring.html' title='Restructuring'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677784818451172869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17994495680747350249'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>