<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:49.284-07:00</updated><category term='dating'/><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my place to list awesome emails I've gotten, communicate w/my family, and just have fun.  After all, life isn't all about work work work.  You've gotta have some FUN every once in a while!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-6630671761879521766</id><published>2007-02-25T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:37:21.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>dating....</title><content type='html'>ok ya'll: for those of you who know me personally, this may come as a bit of a shock.  i've decided that dating shallow guys is stupid.  not only is it stupid, but it's a waste of my time.  *sigh*  so ya.  just venting a little bit.  ^_^  talk to ya'll laters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-6630671761879521766?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/6630671761879521766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=6630671761879521766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/6630671761879521766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/6630671761879521766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2007/02/dating.html' title='dating....'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-4479160270342689824</id><published>2007-01-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:36:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>braces....ugh</title><content type='html'>ok, so I've had my braces for about 7 months, and I've just learned that I'm going to be getting the bottom set on in February.  i think that my ortho person is going to glue something to the roof of my mouth as well.  grrrrrrr!  so many appliances!!!  :-)  oh well, i just hope that this'll all pay off later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-4479160270342689824?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/4479160270342689824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=4479160270342689824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/4479160270342689824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/4479160270342689824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2007/01/bracesugh.html' title='braces....ugh'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-116060875054222657</id><published>2006-10-11T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:19:10.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt; die of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a&lt;br /&gt;replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of pedestrians: the quick and the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one&lt;br /&gt;talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel blue, I start breath ing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world&lt;br /&gt;is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a&lt;br /&gt;whole box to start a campfire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/31317961-116060875054222657?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/116060875054222657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=116060875054222657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/116060875054222657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/116060875054222657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/10/ponderisms.html' title='Ponderisms'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385544801693655</id><published>2006-07-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:24:08.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!!!</title><content type='html'>1.. What is the time right now: 1:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;   2..Full Name:Kimberly Mako Raab&lt;br /&gt;   3..Nickname: Kimmy, Pink Power Ranger, Kimpossible, etc.&lt;br /&gt;    4.. what are u wearing: red t-shirt, silver track pants&lt;br /&gt;   5.. Star sign: scorpio. if that's what you mean&lt;br /&gt;   6..Where do you live: colorado springs&lt;br /&gt;   7.. Sex : gurl&lt;br /&gt;   8.. Single or taken: single!&lt;br /&gt;   9.. Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;   10.. Hair color: brownish red (but u can't really see the red)&lt;br /&gt;   11.. Eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;   12.. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: nope&lt;br /&gt;   13. Are you going to send this to your crush: no&lt;br /&gt;   14.. Birthday: October 31, 1992&lt;br /&gt;   ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT  &lt;br /&gt;1.. Boxers or brief:boxers  &lt;br /&gt;2.. Long or short hair: skatery  &lt;br /&gt;3.. Dark or blonde hair: who really cares?  &lt;br /&gt;4.. Tall or short:not shorter than me otherwise it doesnt matter  &lt;br /&gt;5.. Six pack:hey, if they got one, good for them.&lt;br /&gt; 6.. Muscular arms: yea i guess but not too much  &lt;br /&gt;7.. Good or bad guy: heh heh...  &lt;br /&gt;8.. Hat or no hat:i kinda like both, know wut i mean?   9&lt;br /&gt;.. Ears pierced or not: uhm idk &lt;br /&gt; 10..Dimples:wut the heck.   &lt;br /&gt;11.. Sensitive:yea  &lt;br /&gt;12.. Smart:i guess. but not smarter than me. :-)   &lt;br /&gt;13.. Fat or thin: idk not too fat, but it's what's on the inside that counts&lt;br /&gt;   14.. Jewelry or none:wutever&lt;br /&gt;   15. Curly or straight hair: both. not really importants=  &lt;br /&gt;16.. Freckles or none:i dont like freckles, but they dont really bug me  &lt;br /&gt;17.. Indoor or outdoor:both&lt;br /&gt;  18.. Shy or outgoing: depends on my mood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~EVERYONE~*  &lt;br /&gt;1.. Would you date someone just for his or her looks: no&lt;br /&gt;   2.. Mud or jelly: huh?&lt;br /&gt;   3.. Skiing or snowboarding: skiing, but i've never snowboarded.  &lt;br /&gt;4.. Summer or winter: both&lt;br /&gt;   5.. Cake or pie: cake  &lt;br /&gt;6.. Silver or gold: silver&lt;br /&gt;   7.. Sunset or sunrise: sunset  &lt;br /&gt;8.. Have you ever fractured/broke/sprained a bone: i've sprained my wrist and my ankle, but no broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;  9.. Do you have any piercings: just one on each ear. but once i'm 18, ya'll better watch out. :-)&lt;br /&gt;  10.. What's your favorite colour:black&lt;br /&gt;  11.. Do you hate anyone: no. i've had insight on real hate, and its a horrible thing and i hope that i never even come close.&lt;br /&gt;   12.. Who do you dream about:a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;   13.. Do you have a crush on someone right now: yep.&lt;br /&gt;14.. Who's your loudest friend: krysten&lt;br /&gt;   15.. Who do you tell ur dreams to: no one&lt;br /&gt;    16.. What shampoo do you use?: garnier fructis. or whatever's there.&lt;br /&gt;   17.. How many TVs in your house:3??  &lt;br /&gt;18.. Who is the last person you called: lily&lt;br /&gt;19.. Where do you want to get married: idk. hawaii? paris? london?&lt;br /&gt;   20.. Favorite number: 13  &lt;br /&gt;21.. Favorite boy name: AJ&lt;br /&gt;   22.. Favorite girl name: Latania&lt;br /&gt;    23.. Have you ever gone skinny dipping: heck no&lt;br /&gt;   24.. Have you ever been in love: yes    &lt;br /&gt;25.. How many people are you sending this to:none. this is a blog. duh.&lt;br /&gt;   26.. Who do you hope will send it back: no one. again, this is a blog&lt;br /&gt;    27..What was the last film you saw at the cinema: superman&lt;br /&gt; 28.. whats the time now? 1:19 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385544801693655?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385544801693655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385544801693655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385544801693655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385544801693655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/me.html' title='ME!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385437821393937</id><published>2006-07-25T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:06:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Philosophical Studies in Hipocracies</title><content type='html'>1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;2. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;3. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;4. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;5. The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;6. I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;7. What if there were no hypothetical questions?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;8. If a deaf person swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;9. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;10. Is there another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;11. Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;12. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;13. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;14. Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;15. Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;16. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;17. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;18. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;19. Why do they put braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;20. How do they get deer to cross the road only at those yellow road signs?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;21. What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;22. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;23. Does the Little Mermaid wear an algae-bra?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;24. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;25. How is it possible to have a civil war?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;26. If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown, too?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;27. If you ate both pasta and antipasto, would you still be hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;28. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;29. Whose cruel idea was it for the word "lisp" to have "S" in it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;30.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;31. Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;32. Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;33. If you spin an oriental man in a circle three times does he become disoriented?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;34. Can an atheist get insurance against acts of God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385437821393937?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385437821393937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385437821393937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385437821393937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385437821393937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-philosophical-studies-in.html' title='Great Philosophical Studies in Hipocracies'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385364597091199</id><published>2006-07-25T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:54:05.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ONLY Smart Poodle</title><content type='html'>A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safariin Africa. She takes her faithful pet poodle along forcompany.  One day, the poodle starts chasing butterflies andbefore long discovers that he is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in hisdirection with the obvious intention of having lunch.  The poodle thinks, "I'm in deep trouble now!"  Then he notices some bones on the ground close by,and immediately settles down to chew on them with hisback to the approaching cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the leopard isabout to leap, the poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard!  I wonder if there are any more around here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack inmid-stride, and a look of terror comes over him as heslinks away into the trees. "Whew!" says the leopard. "That was close! That poodle nearly had me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey watching the whole scene from anearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to gooduse and trade it for protection from the leopard.  So, off he goes.  But the poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans, and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now the poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back, and thinks, "What am I going to do now?"  But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get within earshot the poodle says... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's that monkey?! I sent him off half an hour ago to bring me another leopard!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385364597091199?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385364597091199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385364597091199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385364597091199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385364597091199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-smart-poodle.html' title='The ONLY Smart Poodle'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385305929134599</id><published>2006-07-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:44:19.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Robbers</title><content type='html'>For anyone who didn't see David Letterman's take on this: (And it's a true story...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard.  Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...an intimidating figure.  The woman froze.  Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot; they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her.  She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now.  Her face was flushed.  She   couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed.  A second passed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased!  The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.  More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out.  He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up.  Confused, she struggled to her feet.  "When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit his lip.  It was obvious he was having&lt;br /&gt;a hard time not laughing. The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself.  She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her.   How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you?  She didn't know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.  When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room.  She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her&lt;br /&gt;husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The card said: "Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was signed;&lt;br /&gt;     Eddie Murphy&lt;br /&gt;     Michael Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385305929134599?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385305929134599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385305929134599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385305929134599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385305929134599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/black-robbers.html' title='Black Robbers'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385288129481916</id><published>2006-07-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:41:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***PSYCHIATRISTS' CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR EVERY DIAGNOSIS</title><content type='html'>Schizoprenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Queens Disoriented Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dementia --- I Think I'll Be Home For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic --- Hark The Herald Angels Sing About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manic --- Deck The Hall and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid --- Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts Of Roasting On An Open Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obessive Complusive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADHD -- Hark the herald angels sing ba-rum-pa-pum-pum in the little town of Bethlehem up on the housetop in a winter wonderland one foggy Christmas Eve hey how bout them Bears no I don't want to switch to Sprint but thank you for shopping at K-Mart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385288129481916?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385288129481916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385288129481916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385288129481916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385288129481916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/psychiatrists-christmas-carols-for.html' title='***PSYCHIATRISTS&apos; CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR EVERY DIAGNOSIS'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385275936031903</id><published>2006-07-25T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:39:19.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wrinkles don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Growing up is mandatory; growing old is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) You believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You look like Santa Claus.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 4 success is  . . not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 12 success is . . having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 16 success is . . having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 35 success is . . having money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 50 success is . . having money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 70 success is . . having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 75 success is . . having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 80 success is . . not peeing in your pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385275936031903?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385275936031903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385275936031903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385275936031903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385275936031903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/meaning-of-life.html' title='The Meaning of Life'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385238607428026</id><published>2006-07-25T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:33:06.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Midwest</title><content type='html'>There have been some misunderstandings that frequentlydevelop when Easterners and Californians cross thestates of Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Minnesota, Missouri,Nebraska, Oklahoma, North &amp; South Dakota, andWisconsin. As a result the Midwest Tourism Councilshave adopted the following recommendations, in aneffort to help outsiders understand the ruralMidwesterner's mind. The following list will be madeavailable at Roadside Rest Stops, Airports, TrainStations, and Bus Stops across the Midwestern States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That slope shouldered farm boy did more work beforebreakfast than you will do all week at the gym. Please reserve your condemnation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's called a 'gravel road'. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Navigator. We have a four wheel drive because we need them. Drive yours or get it out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We started hunting and fishing when we were five years old.  Yes, we saw Bambi and we got over it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Any references to 'corn fed' when talking about our women will get you whipped . . . by our women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go ahead and bring your $600 Orvis Fly Rod. Don'tcry to us if a flathead breaks it off at the handle.We have a name for those 13 inch Trout you fish for...bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pull your pants up. You look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of mallards are making their final approach, we will shoot it. You might hope you don't have it up to your ear at that time. Can you say 'skeet'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. No, there's no "vegetarian special' on the menu. Order a steak and order it rare. Or, you can order theChef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yes, we have sweet tea. It comes in a glass with two packets of sugar and a long spoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You may bring Coke into my house, but it had better be brown, wet and served over ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. So you have a sixty thousand dollar car. We're real impressed. We have quarter of a million dollar combine that we only use two weeks a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Let's get this straight. We have one stoplight in town.  We stop when it's red. Please be prepared, we may even stop when it's yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Our women hunt, fish, and drive trucks because they want to.  So, you're a feminist. Isn't that cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Yes, we eat catfish, carp, and turtle too. If you really want sushi and caviar, they are available at the bait shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They're pigs! That's what they smell like! Get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The 'opener' refers to the first day of deer season.  It's a religious holiday and you can get breakfast at the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. So every person in every pickup waves? It's called being friendly. Please try to understand and accept the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Yes, we have golf courses. Don't hit in the waterhazards! It spooks the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If there is anything that you didn't like about any of these statements, then: Interstates 44, 64, 70, 80, 90, and 94 go East and West.  Interstates 29, 35, 55 and 57 go North and South. Take your pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ya'll come back now, hear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385238607428026?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385238607428026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385238607428026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385238607428026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385238607428026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-midwest.html' title='The Great Midwest'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115385190844624877</id><published>2006-07-25T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:25:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians and Light Bulbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Note** I know that not all of these denominations are considered "Christian," but I thought they were worth a good laugh.  I hope nobody gets offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bulb&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Charismatics: Only one. Hands already in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pentecostals: Ten. One to change the bulb, and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Presbyterians: None. Lights will go on and off at predestined times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Roman Catholic: None. Candles only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baptists: At least 15. One to change the light bulb, and three committees to approve the change and decide who brings the potato salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Episcopalians: Three. One to call the electrician, one to mix the drinks and one to talk about how much better the old one was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mormons: Five. One man to change the bulb, and four wives to tell him how to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unitarians: We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey you have found that light bulbs work for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your light bulb for the next Sunday service, in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, three-way, long-life and tinted, all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Methodists: Undetermined. Whether your light is bright, dull, or completely out, you are loved. You can be a light bulb, turnip bulb, or tulip bulb. Church wide lighting service is planned for Sunday. Bring bulb of your choice and a covered dish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nazarene: Six. One woman to replace the bulb while five men review church lighting policy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lutherans: None. Lutherans don't believe in change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amish: What's a light bulb? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115385190844624877?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115385190844624877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115385190844624877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385190844624877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115385190844624877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/christians-and-light-bulbs.html' title='Christians and Light Bulbs'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115361031571967871</id><published>2006-07-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:29:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Survey Eva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Name: Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: none of your business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy about that: again, none of your business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: a younger sis and bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 7-8, depends on maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5' 5.75"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innie outtie: innie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: red t-shirt and blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now: ya. actually, i can make 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your closest friend: maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best place to go for a date: Haunted house so when they get scared, you gotta&lt;br /&gt;hold tight to protect them! lol IDK, anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants: jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Tiger, rarrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol: IDK, I'd pry drink Mike's Hard Limonade cuz everyone says alcohol is&lt;br /&gt;nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport: volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month: October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice: not grape or apple or pinapple espeacially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jump?: No way, I wanna go skydiving instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up?: yup. to get out of skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?: no but we never had a pool, if we did, of course I would&lt;br /&gt;have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a hot dog?: Yep, I love 'em, kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole?: No,do I look blonde?  nvrmnd. don't answer that&lt;br /&gt;question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: yes, it's so much more fun when there's not people who&lt;br /&gt;refuse to do things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying: yep, in a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: In 6th period science class&lt;br /&gt;in 6th grade.  we had a sub and i was in the front row and she still didnt notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart?: i think so. but they never told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school?: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Of course, tryin' to be cool and leanin' back on two legs,&lt;br /&gt;then..........SMACK! ok, ok, it was more like a hollow THUMP on the back of my&lt;br /&gt;head, but still, u know what I meant.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?: not all night, but all day,&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved AIM conversations: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend?: nope. i'm a virgin when it comes to making out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used someone: No way, that's cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm?: Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New favorite song: ummmm......I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your room like: Awsome!!! IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you?: a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?: a piece of gum. yes, i swallowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?: garnier fructis&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever Had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: nope&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: crushes, ya. love? no. love takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distant relationships: suck. they dont work. trust me. no matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like school: no way&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you: ummmm....lillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with: heti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile: almost everyone. especially ethan. :-) *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best: God&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?: I have glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: most of the time. but it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: Mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive?: no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal?: no way in heaven (like how I changed it?) (ok, it was patrick, not me, but&lt;br /&gt;still)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? kenny chesney. my 'rents are watching CMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday:? go to church services.  flirt. talk. cry. talk some more.&lt;br /&gt;sing. etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated someone in your family: No way, I don't hate anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten any awards?: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car/truck do you wish to have: ummm....a mustang. a metalic pink one. heck yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?: idk. paris? hawaii? texas? (ooh. texas. fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good driver?: i'd like to think so. then again, i never drove w/anyone else on the&lt;br /&gt;road. i think i scared them all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Singer: some people say so, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house?: a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you double jointed?: my thumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about? nothing, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you last showered: two days ago. gross, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny Movies: funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate, is that even a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rootbeer or Dr.Pepper: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding?: ski. its all i've ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter: SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea: coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: in person, definiatly! but phones r great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you oldest, middle, youngest: oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor or outdoor: both. indoors, a.c.  outdoors, tanning.  lol. j/k&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today did you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you liked: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Talked to an ex: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss someone: Everyone at Pikes Peak who went to kamp&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person who....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Slept in your bed: Me...............................hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Saw/heard you cry: my sis. or mom. or somebody. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Made you cry: keely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to the movies with: sis, bro, stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You went to the mall with: idr. it was a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Said "I Love You" and meant it: ethan. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a fight with your pet?: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Been to Vegas?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to Mexico: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Canada?: ya! it's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to Europe: unfortunately, no&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on someone right now?: yup. and i think i luv him, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What book are you reading now: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Best feeling in the world?: LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Future KIDS name: IDK. im not sure i'm gonna have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: does a pillow count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's under your bed: no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sports to watch: volleyball, basketball, football (not necessarilly&lt;br /&gt;in that order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Locations: CO, Canada, NY, PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Piercing/Tattoos: ears. hopefully sometime soon, my belly button. and maybe a&lt;br /&gt;tatoo later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you most scared of right now: Hell is the only thing that really&lt;br /&gt;gets to me. ok, there is other stuff, but that scares me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who do you really hate?: no one, I've had lots of insight on true hate, and&lt;br /&gt;I have never and hope I will never even come close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have a job: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you lonely right now?: rather, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Song that's stuck in your head right now? sexy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever played strip poker: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever gotten beat up?: No, but ive jumped a few ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever been on radio/TV: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever been in a mosh-pit: Not at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you?: knew they didn't&lt;br /&gt;notice me? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your underwear right now?: yellow, blue, w/orange (the fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first things you notice about the opposite sex (visual): smile and&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?: depends on the drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?: no, but I think that I would never smoke cigarettes cuz they&lt;br /&gt;taste bad and put tar in your lungs. Now, magical marijana sounds fun but seeing&lt;br /&gt;as I'm a christian, I won't do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get so drunk you dont remember?: no way, how would I do that w/ water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too shy to ask someone out? ya. big ya. absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses?: depends on who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim? MSN?: yahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn: butter, and lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats?: dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower?: roses. pink ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?: well, it's not so cramped as&lt;br /&gt;any vehical is for mor that two hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with? two, but I only use one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you missing right now?: ppl who went to kamp, but especially ethan. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think (any of) your ex(s) or old best friends miss you?: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;whatever made us not best friends or ex's probably made our relationship....unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115361031571967871?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115361031571967871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115361031571967871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115361031571967871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115361031571967871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/longest-survey-eva.html' title='The Longest Survey Eva!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115360932340643842</id><published>2006-07-22T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:02:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Love Being Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from&lt;br /&gt;such simple creatures?  Your last name stays put. The garage&lt;br /&gt;is all yours. Wedding plans take care  of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You&lt;br /&gt;can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a&lt;br /&gt;water park. You can  wear NO shirt to a water park. Car&lt;br /&gt;mechanics tell you the truth. The world  is your urinal. You&lt;br /&gt;never have to drive to another gas station restroom  because&lt;br /&gt;this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think&lt;br /&gt;of which  way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay.&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character.  Wedding dress $5000. Tux&lt;br /&gt;rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when  you're&lt;br /&gt;ta lking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is&lt;br /&gt;practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or&lt;br /&gt;mangle your feet. One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Phone  conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know&lt;br /&gt;stuff about tanks. A  five-day vacation requires only one&lt;br /&gt;suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra&lt;br /&gt;credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If  someone&lt;br /&gt;forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of&lt;br /&gt;shoes are more than  enough. You almost never have strap&lt;br /&gt;problems in public. You are unable to  see wrinkles in your&lt;br /&gt;clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color.&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only&lt;br /&gt;have to  shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually&lt;br /&gt;hides your big hips.  One wallet and one pair of shoes --&lt;br /&gt;one color for all seasons. You can wear  shorts no matter&lt;br /&gt;how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket&lt;br /&gt;knife You have freedom of choice concerning growing a&lt;br /&gt;mustache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December&lt;br /&gt;24 in 25  minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  wonder men are happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115360932340643842?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115360932340643842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115360932340643842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115360932340643842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115360932340643842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-men-love-being-men.html' title='Why Men Love Being Men'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115360914668796840</id><published>2006-07-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:59:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy's Rules (Spiced Up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&gt; &gt;THIS IS 100% TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  The Guys' Rules&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;At last a guy has taken the time to write this all&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;down. Finally, the guys' side of the story. (I must&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;admit, it's pretty good.) We always hear "the rules"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;from the female side. Now here are the rules from the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;male side. These are our rules! Please note...these&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;it down.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  argument. In fact, all comments become null&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;AND void&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don 't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;how you want it done. Not both.! If you already know&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched...We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;you wear is fine ...Really.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;shotgun formation, or monster trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. I am in shape...Round is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115360914668796840?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115360914668796840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115360914668796840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115360914668796840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115360914668796840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/guys-rules-spiced-up.html' title='The Guy&apos;s Rules (Spiced Up)'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115343035899163545</id><published>2006-07-20T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:19:19.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wife's Request</title><content type='html'>I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country. You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around with long neck beers and sizzling platters. Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my  glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal.  They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look that comes with pride. &lt;br /&gt;        Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband usually sat.  It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he was at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;         Was he safe and warm?? Was his cold any better?? Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the nextbooth broke into my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;         "I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq.  You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an idiot!? I can't believe he is even in office.  You do know, he stole the election."&lt;br /&gt;        I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to deploy.  He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;        Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil, you know.  Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in the  name of 'freedom'. Hmmm!  I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought?? It's pure greed, you know."&lt;br /&gt;         My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring.  I could still see how handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now.  Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it. &lt;br /&gt;        "You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are  hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else?We're just asking for another 9-11. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."       &lt;br /&gt;        Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base.  Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom?? Do they even know what "freedom" is?&lt;br /&gt;        I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.&lt;br /&gt;        "Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby-killers we call a military."&lt;br /&gt;        Professional baby-killers?? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.&lt;br /&gt;        That's it!  Indignation rose up inside me.  Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.&lt;br /&gt;        Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him."&lt;br /&gt;        "Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business.  However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the "freedom" to complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen it."&lt;br /&gt;        I must have been louder than I meant to be, because the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then, turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."&lt;br /&gt;        As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away.&lt;br /&gt;        After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode.  "Compliments of those soldiers," he said.  He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys." With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler.&lt;br /&gt;        Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."&lt;br /&gt;        As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.&lt;br /&gt;        Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our country, and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our country, would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.&lt;br /&gt;        As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;        Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"  To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know.  GOD BLESS AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;        Please pray for God's protection of our troops and HIS wisdom for their commanders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115343035899163545?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115343035899163545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115343035899163545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115343035899163545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115343035899163545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/wifes-request.html' title='A Wife&apos;s Request'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115342939468855750</id><published>2006-07-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:54:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Kenny</title><content type='html'>A young Cowboy named Kenny moved to Texas and bought a donkey from a farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.&lt;br /&gt;       The following day the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, son, but I have some bad news. The donkey died."&lt;br /&gt;       Kenny replied, "Well then, just give me back my money."&lt;br /&gt;       The farmer said, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. I spent it."&lt;br /&gt;       Kenny said, "OK. Just bring me the dead donkey."&lt;br /&gt;       The farmer asked, "What are you going to do with him?"&lt;br /&gt;       Kenny answered, "I"m going to raffle him off."&lt;br /&gt;       The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!"&lt;br /&gt;       Kenny responded, "Sure I can. I just won't tell anybody he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked, "What happened with that dead donkey?"&lt;br /&gt;       Kenny answered, "I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars apiece and made a profit of $998.00."&lt;br /&gt;       The farmer asked, "Did anyone complain?"&lt;br /&gt;Kenny said, "Just the guy who won, so I gave him back his two dollars." Kenny grew up and eventually became the chairman of Enron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115342939468855750?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115342939468855750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115342939468855750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342939468855750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342939468855750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/cowboy-kenny.html' title='Cowboy Kenny'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115342901257564737</id><published>2006-07-20T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:56:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The SPECIAL Forces</title><content type='html'>Some West Virginia boys will be dropped off into Iraq and have been given only the following facts about terrorists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The season opened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is no limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They taste just like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They don't like beer, pickups, country music or Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They are DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE for the death of Dale Earnhardt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Pentagon expects the problem in Iraq to be over by Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115342901257564737?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115342901257564737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115342901257564737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342901257564737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342901257564737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-forces.html' title='The SPECIAL Forces'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115342882348484872</id><published>2006-07-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:53:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones and Bibles</title><content type='html'>I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell&lt;br /&gt;phones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we flipped through it several times a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it to receive messages from the 'text'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we gave it to kids as gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it as we traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it in case of an emergency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we upgraded it to get the latest version?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something to make you go...hmmm...where is my Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. Unlike our cell phone, we dont ever have to worry&lt;br /&gt;about our Bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the&lt;br /&gt;bill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115342882348484872?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115342882348484872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115342882348484872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342882348484872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342882348484872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/cell-phones-and-bibles.html' title='Cell Phones and Bibles'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115342739897516798</id><published>2006-07-20T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:29:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I know that a lot of you already have full- or part-time jobs, but this is a big deal for me.  I have a "job" volunteering at the library.  I work on Tuesdays and Thursdays for two hours.  Big deal, right?  Well, when you're sitting behind a desk for two hours and have nothing to do, it gets pretty miserable.  Trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I brought my complaint to my aunt, who works as a dental assistant.  She just looked at me and said, "You think working four hours a week is bad?!  What's your problem?!  You get the rest of the week off!  You just wait, girly, until you have a full-time job.  Tell me how bad four hours is after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say that she DOES have a point, but when I start getting PAID to do what I do, I think I'll pipe down a bit.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115342739897516798?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115342739897516798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115342739897516798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342739897516798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115342739897516798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115341761191201193</id><published>2006-07-20T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:47:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say, God Says Bible Verses</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20050701;280300"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20050701;352300"&gt;          &lt;style&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;#1.) You say: "It's impossible" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: All things are possible (Luke 18:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.) You say: "I'm too tired" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#3.) You say: "Nobody really loves me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: I love you (John 3:16 &amp; John 3:34 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4.) You say: "I can't go on" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: My grace is sufficient (II Corinthians 12:9 &amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#5.) You say: "I can't figure things out" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: I will direct your steps (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6.) You say: "I can't do it" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: You can do all things (Philippines 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#7.) You say: "I'm not able" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: I am able (II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8.) You say: "It's not worth it" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: It will be worth it (Roman 8:28 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#9.) You say: "I can't forgive myself" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: I Forgive you (I John 1:9 &amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10.) You say: "I can't manage" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: I will supply all your needs (Philippians 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#11.) You say: "I'm afraid" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear (II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12.) You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: Cast all your cares on ME (I Peter 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#13.) You say: "I'm not smart enough" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  God says: I give you wisdom (I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14.) You say: "I feel all alone" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FreeSans;"&gt;  God says: I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13:5)&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/31317961-115341761191201193?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115341761191201193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115341761191201193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115341761191201193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115341761191201193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-say-god-says-bible-verses.html' title='You Say, God Says Bible Verses'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115325150200867304</id><published>2006-07-18T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:25:42.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>You might be best friends one year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty good friends the next year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't talk that often the next year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't want to talk at all the year after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, I look up to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect you, and truly cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and send it to the person who sent it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell new friends you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everyone needs a friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember this textand take comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in knowing somebody out there cares about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone is me ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115325150200867304?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115325150200867304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115325150200867304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115325150200867304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115325150200867304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115325126572952951</id><published>2006-07-18T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:34:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He/She the Person for You?</title><content type='html'>Just visit this site and you'll "know" if that somebody is just an average joe who isn't your type, or if they're Mr./Ms. Right.  Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/123842718"&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/123842718&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115325126572952951?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115325126572952951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115325126572952951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115325126572952951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115325126572952951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-heshe-person-for-you.html' title='Is He/She the Person for You?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115325085253826330</id><published>2006-07-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:27:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Go to Church?</title><content type='html'>Why go to Church? (This is good) If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this! If you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it. If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Go To Church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. "I've gone for 30 years now,"  he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons.  But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column,  much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this .. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.   Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could you get that for me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115325085253826330?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115325085253826330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115325085253826330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115325085253826330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115325085253826330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-go-to-church.html' title='Why Go to Church?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31317961.post-115324931455887883</id><published>2006-07-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:01:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow!  I finally got my 1st blog!  I got the idea when my unlce got one, so I decided I might try it out.  I'm not really sure what to write or any of that, but I am trying to write a book, so I might post that.  If you have any ideas, please leave a comment or contact me somehow.  Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31317961-115324931455887883?l=okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/feeds/115324931455887883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31317961&amp;postID=115324931455887883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115324931455887883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31317961/posts/default/115324931455887883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okinawan-pride92.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-1st-blog.html' title='My 1st Blog!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678431042226690621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
