<?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-4044521</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:53:06.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Bubble</title><subtitle type='html'>Here's my space to blab about Buffy, Angel, and anything else in life that's occupying too many thoughts.  Invade my space, it's okay, really.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108777274812779500</id><published>2004-06-20T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:05:48.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the trip to my parents house.  Now I have a weeks worth of catching up to do.  Maybe I'll be caught up by next week???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108777274812779500?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108777274812779500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108777274812779500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108777274812779500' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108679973043216565</id><published>2004-06-09T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T12:48:50.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is too hot to breathe...or blink.  I wish I had an air conditioner, or central air, or SOMETHING besides the really big box fan in my Living Room window.  *dies*  And my kids want to go outside, and run around, and play.  *shakes head*  I think I'm moving into the basement.  At least it's almost cool down there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108679973043216565?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108679973043216565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108679973043216565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108679973043216565' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108670148628219017</id><published>2004-06-08T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T09:31:26.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Harry Potter yesterday with my kids.  I don't know what made me think that I could take MY kids to a movie and actually get to see the movie.  I saw bits and peices of it, between shushing them, and herding them back into their seats, and making two separate bathroom breaks costing me at least a good 20 minutes out of the movie I didn't really understand some of the things that were happening by the later portion of the movie.  I do have an extra ticket though, and some time this summer I am going back to the theater and I am watching that movie ALL. BY. MYSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108670148628219017?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108670148628219017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108670148628219017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670148628219017' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108661860796517757</id><published>2004-06-07T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:30:07.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to see Harry Potter!  I'm going to see Harry Potter!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108661860796517757?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108661860796517757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108661860796517757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661860796517757' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108622063698982393</id><published>2004-06-02T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:57:16.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added a few friends to my links list.  *waves*  Hi friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not too much going on.  Today was my kids last day of school.  Hello summer vacation.  Does this mean I get to sleep in past 7am now?  Oh yeah.  *does the happy dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108622063698982393?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108622063698982393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108622063698982393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108622063698982393' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108588421153591461</id><published>2004-05-29T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T22:30:11.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am, I don't know...frustrated, upset, feeling stupid.  I bought a domain name and web hosting services a couple of months ago.  So I have this stuff that I've always wanted and now...it sits.  I've done absolutely nothing with it, because the couple of times I've tried, it hasn't come out as I've wanted it.  And at times it's come out completely and totally wrong.  I'm usually good at just about anything I put my mind to, but I just really don't get this web design stuff.  I'm a learn as I do type person.  I self teach myself virtually everything, so going through these tutorial webpages gets me no where since I don't get the lingo.  &lt;br /&gt;I hate having this site that I'm not even using, but paying for every month, but I don't know how I'm every going to turn it into anything.  I'm way to stubborn to give up, yet I'm ready to pull my hair out and scream anytime I try to do anything with it.  *kicks stupid website*  *kicks dumb html*  *kicks technical tutorials*  *kicks self*  There I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108588421153591461?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108588421153591461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108588421153591461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108588421153591461' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108570746891683671</id><published>2004-05-27T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:24:28.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz spam, cuz I should be working but I'm feeling rather lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/littlelilly/1078120592_turesgijoe.jpg" border="0" alt="gi joe"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're GI Joe with the Kung Fu Grip!!  You're&lt;br&gt;strong, tough, and know how to kick some ass.&lt;br&gt;Don't forget though, no matter how manly you&lt;br&gt;think you are, you're still just a doll. God&lt;br&gt;Bless America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/littlelilly/quizzes/What%20childhood%20toy%20from%20the%2080s%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What childhood toy from the 80s are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108570746891683671?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108570746891683671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108570746891683671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570746891683671' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108559133834630879</id><published>2004-05-26T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:08:58.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blogger is a little scary.  I'm sure all you regular bloggers out there are well used to this new system, but I didn't even know they changed it until last night's post.  It was a bit unsettling.  Another reason why I cling to the LJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I was just hanging around thinking about my lack of motivation.  I've been kicking around the idea of getting in better shape and attempting to eat better, but everytime I start thinking about it, I start eating worse.  I think it's because I'm thinking of all the things I shouldn't have and therefore crave those things.  I am such a sugar junkie.  I wish I had someone near me that I could work out with or something, or just someone to help keep on track with.  I think these sort of things are always easier with a pal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the mail would get here today.  I'm waiting for my new Smallville DVD and it's almost Nol's naptime.  Oh well, I'll just have to read some Harry Potter instead.  I want to get through books one and two before going to see The Prizoner of Azkaban on June 4th anyway.  I can't wait!  Eeeeep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108559133834630879?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108559133834630879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108559133834630879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108559133834630879' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-108551524320957879</id><published>2004-05-25T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:00:43.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peeks around the corner.  Wow that's a lot of cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, so yeah...I'm kinda mourning the loss of Angel and pretty much all good television.  However I'm still swimming in the fandom luv as much as ever thanks to a netflix subscription.  Queer as Folk is my new shiny addiction.  And I'm penciling in Farscape for later this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out now.  No school distractions, just regular ol' family kind of distractions for the near future which is all kinds of cool.  Well, a dirty kitchen is calling my name...and it's kind of creeping me out so off I go.  It's weird to be back, but a good kind of weird, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-108551524320957879?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108551524320957879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/108551524320957879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108551524320957879' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106765461863310834</id><published>2003-10-31T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:46:00.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween Everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little halloween quotage, and words to live by&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, on sleezing extra candy; tears are key.  Tears will normally get you the double bagger.  You can also try the old 'you missed me' routine, but it's risky.  Only go there for chocolate.  Understood?  Okay, lets move out troops."  Xander in &lt;em&gt;Halloween, season 2 Buffy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106765461863310834?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106765461863310834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106765461863310834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106765461863310834' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106512558379753800</id><published>2003-10-02T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T16:13:03.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the Angel season premire was on last night and I'm very pleased.  Oh yes, Amber is a happy girl right now.  Joss may actually win back my love if he keeps this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good, the better, the best, the bad, and the ugly of Angel last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The good:&lt;/b&gt;  Was pleasantly suprised at the non annoyingness that was Harmony last night.  She just may work in small doses.  Also, Gunn in suits works for me muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The better:&lt;/b&gt; Angel's misdialed number.  "You have reached ritualistic sacrifie, for goats, press 1....to sacrifice a loved one or pet, press the # key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best:&lt;/b&gt; Angel:  I'm with Wolfram and Hart.  Spike:  I'm his date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bad: &lt;/b&gt; I'm thinking of ripping out Eve's vocal cords. Her voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ugly:&lt;/b&gt;  Apparently Charisma's old hair stylist has now made it her duty to take on screwing up David's hair.  God it looks so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it.  One little thing I can't help but wondering.  This bad guy last night made this virus that could only be released if he spoke a word to release it.  They decided they couldn't kill him because it could release the virus that way, but why didn't they just find a spell of some sort to take his voice away.  Nyaa, that would have been too easy.  Can't wait for next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106512558379753800?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106512558379753800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106512558379753800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106512558379753800' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106505386790175322</id><published>2003-10-01T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T20:17:47.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Angel tonight!  Squeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106505386790175322?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106505386790175322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106505386790175322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106505386790175322' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-10643459825660886</id><published>2003-09-23T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T15:39:42.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got an A in Chemistry.  La-la-la-la!  Numfar!  Do the dance of JOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-10643459825660886?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/10643459825660886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/10643459825660886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10643459825660886' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106407206062660321</id><published>2003-09-20T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T11:34:20.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't be suprised if I'm not around much this week.  I have an English paper due Monday.  My first Chemistry test on Monday, and my first Human Phys. &amp; Anatomy test on Wednesday.  So it should be a week full of brain exhaustion and lack of sleep.  Yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106407206062660321?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106407206062660321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106407206062660321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106407206062660321' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106347038594877676</id><published>2003-09-13T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T12:26:26.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy is the Salvation Army going to love me today.  I cleaned out my kids closets and came up with enough clothing and toys to fill my ENTIRE Buick Regal.  The trunk, the back seat and the front seat.  Where did all this stuff come from?  I think those toys were busy multiplying when I wasn't looking.  Well, back to work...no rest for the wicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106347038594877676?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106347038594877676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106347038594877676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106347038594877676' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106341657364427854</id><published>2003-09-12T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:29:33.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!  I'm feeling almost human today since I took the night off from work and I have time to sit down and think.   I just got my cable back yesterday and my hubby bought me Angel Season 2 on DVD and I'm still playing Buffy 2: Chaos Bleeds on XBox so life is good.  &lt;br /&gt;Some of you maybe heard on my LJ that my son was in the hospital earlier this week with asthma but he is doing much better now and back to his very rambunctious self, which for once I am extremely thankful for.  &lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to update on school since I haven't gotten back any graded work yet.  I have 2 tests next week though so the truth will be coming out soon enough.  I hope I don't screw them up!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  It feels good to be back.  I can't wait for Angel to start Oct. 1st and I've missed you all.  Hopefully I'll have time to update at least a few times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106341657364427854?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106341657364427854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106341657364427854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341657364427854' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106139967444241544</id><published>2003-08-20T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T13:14:34.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just posting to say I hate my f*ing tagboard.  *kicks broken tagboard*  *kicks it again just for good measure.*  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106139967444241544?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106139967444241544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106139967444241544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139967444241544' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106130575241364556</id><published>2003-08-19T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T11:09:12.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sniff* my last MNA post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voy.com/14810/133006868.html"&gt;http://www.voy.com/14810/133006868.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started a Live Journal to be nearer to the Shippers United crowd, since SU has been shut down.  If anyone is interested in starting a LJ, or seeing mine please e-mail me or leave a tag.  I'd be happy to share.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106130575241364556?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106130575241364556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106130575241364556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130575241364556' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106087416874451865</id><published>2003-08-14T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T14:20:33.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kind of panicky about going back to school, and not because of the actual school, but because I won't be able to hang out online during the day anymore.  Will you all forget me when I'm gone?  That would suck.  *sigh*  Anyway, now that I've gotten that out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all already know this but, Geocities sucks!  I'm trying to build/rebuild a site for all my fanfiction, aim icons, art, and any other miscellaneous drivel that I don't post here and I am getting my panties all up in a bunch over it.  I'm trying to use the html form thingy to put my fanfiction on so I can upload it to my site so I can link it there for people to read.  Sounds simple enough, don't it?  Well, everytime I try something goes wrong and it disappears, or the colors come out wrong, or only 1/4 of the page comes out.  I really wanted to get this done before school started, but I don't know if it's going to happen.  I'm just feeling frustrated.  I hate that feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mother-in-law is coming to visit today so I better go get at least a shower and maybe run to the store and buy some "regular" milk before she gets here.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  OMG!  I'm so happy!  Someone dropped the Human Phys. and Anatomy class during the time that I wanted it and I signed up.  I've been waiting 2 months for this moment.  My classes are finally all scheduled and I'm ready for school, with only a week and 3 days to spare.  *big sighs of relief*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106087416874451865?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106087416874451865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106087416874451865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106087416874451865' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106078250310257707</id><published>2003-08-13T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T09:53:10.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had another weird/bad dream last night.  &lt;br /&gt;As a little reminder my last dream I posted I was married to Spike who was gay and with Angel and I was stuck helping Spike's mom and dad get 14 adopted foriegn children ready for school.  &lt;br /&gt;With that said I had a dream last night that involved Wesley.  I was living with him, but he was really mean to me and kept leaving me stuck at the apartment to go off with Lilah and some other miscellaneous girl for sex.  Then I made him mad one time by going through his things while he was off with Lilah and he hit me.  It was so real in my dream, I swear I could feel it.  And it just gets worse from there.  But, I think the worse part of the whole dream is that I spent the whole dream terrified that he would leave me.  I mean what the hell is that about?  Amber does NOT put up with that kind of shit, even for her Wesley. But anyway, my question is...What in the hell is wrong with my subconsious?  I have a man that freaking sexy in my dream and I have to turn it into a bad dream?  Angel was even in it, and did I even see any nakedness?  Heck no.  I feel completely and totally jipped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106078250310257707?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106078250310257707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106078250310257707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106078250310257707' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106064256580869175</id><published>2003-08-11T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T18:56:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone know where Shippers United went?  I've been looking for it for days.  I have fan fic to post and no where to post it!  Argh!  I may actually have to finish my own archive if this keeps up.  Oh the horror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106064256580869175?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106064256580869175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106064256580869175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106064256580869175' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-106056564406721145</id><published>2003-08-10T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T21:34:04.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!  Had a good vacation, but I'm really beat.  Have to leave a few little treats though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite boys together.  *sigh*  What a pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/wesandrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an icon I made from the season 5 promo poster for Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/seas5promo.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-106056564406721145?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106056564406721145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/106056564406721145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106056564406721145' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105992871517898011</id><published>2003-08-03T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T12:38:35.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will be visiting family in Wisconsin this week, Mon-Fri.  So I may be checking in really quickly, but most likely will not be posting any updates until I return.  Hope everyone has a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105992871517898011?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105992871517898011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105992871517898011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105992871517898011' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105969816530908952</id><published>2003-07-31T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T20:38:17.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In honor of my speeding ticket...a little story from my mom.  Hope you all enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I was "flying" down the road yesterday (i.e., 10 mph over the limit), I passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side laying in wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop pulled me over, walked up to the car, and with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked, "What's your hurry?"  To which I replied, "I'm late for work." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a rectum stretcher," I responded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop stammered, "A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does a rectum stretcher do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," I said, "I start by inserting one finger, then I work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in I work side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely stretch, until it's about 6 foot wide." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" To which I politely replied, "You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge.....?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Traffic Ticket: $95.00 &lt;br /&gt;    Court Costs: $45.00 &lt;br /&gt;    The Look on that Cop's Face: PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105969816530908952?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105969816530908952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105969816530908952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105969816530908952' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105940364769961917</id><published>2003-07-28T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T10:47:27.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished my Wes/Faith video.  Yay!  Many will see it on the Caritas forum, or Shippers United before you come here, but if you haven't seen it yet please download here.  I beg that you save it by right clicking and choosing "Save Target As".  It's a large file and I don't want to take up all the bandwidth of the person wonderful enough to host it for me.  By the way, Thanks Wolfram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.operatique.us/amber/"&gt;Download the Wes/Faith Video here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if you have taken the time to download and view it, let me know what you thought.  It's my first video and any feedback on what you liked or didn't like is always helpful.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105940364769961917?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105940364769961917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105940364769961917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105940364769961917' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105923987983482026</id><published>2003-07-26T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T13:17:59.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello, ello!  Not much has changed, but I'm working on making a Wes/Faith music video which is keeping my mind off of the other things.  Hubby has been on vacation all week which is why I haven't been around much.  It's been a fun week even with all the little trials and tribulation.  Well, I'm off to work on getting some files off my dvd's.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105923987983482026?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105923987983482026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105923987983482026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923987983482026' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105892297507477211</id><published>2003-07-22T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:48:04.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my bad luck seems to be spreading.  Yesterday both my mom and my mother-in-law called within a few hours of each other.  My mom called to say my dad had to have an unexpected surgery due to an infected gall bladder, and my mother-in-law called to tell us there was a tornado where she lived.  Everyone is fine thankfully, but I have certified my vacation an official disaster, especially since we were supposed to go camping at my mother-in-law's house for a few days and now we can't even get there due to road debris and the river being all high and stirred up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a warning to all those who visit here....pretend you don't know me and maybe the Angel of Bad Luck will pass you over.  I'm expecting locusts anytime now, maybe even boils if I'm real lucky.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105892297507477211?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105892297507477211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105892297507477211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892297507477211' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105853805342384401</id><published>2003-07-18T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:20:53.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After yesterday's exciting event of getting my very first novicaine required cavity filled, today it's off to the eye doctor.  I'm feeling very old today.  Anyone care to join me for some orthopedic shoe shopping later followed by watching some Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune over a cup of cocoa?  Oh, and we can discuss the renaming of my 37 cats who no longer wish to all be called Jasmine.  It could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: For anyone here who doesn't watch Angel please disregard all statements after "feel very old today", for you will not get the subtle humor.  Thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm weird.  So what are you?  Normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105853805342384401?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105853805342384401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105853805342384401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853805342384401' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105835508078338874</id><published>2003-07-16T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T07:32:47.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a freaking speeding ticket this morning while dropping off my husband at work, since our other car is broke again.  Now that I've spend the last hour crying I think I'm going to go cry some more.  Right before the damn insurance renewal too.  *$%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  just cuz I know people are going to ask.  I was doing 15 over, and completely unitentionally.  It was 6:00 in the morning!  I barely had my eyes open, let alone my foot held steady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105835508078338874?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105835508078338874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105835508078338874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105835508078338874' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105830412756367767</id><published>2003-07-15T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T17:22:07.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh!  My school stuff is so screwed up.  My admissions counselor and my advisor both reassured me that I would have a schedule made for me for my first semester.  So I've been waiting and waiting for my schedule.  Today I call again and they transfer me to the scheduling office who informs me that, No, they are NOT making my schedule.  So now almost every class that I need is already full and my only hope is to make up a list of what I need and go begging professor to professor to please let me into their closed classes.  I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown.  I hate school already and I haven't even begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105830412756367767?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105830412756367767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105830412756367767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105830412756367767' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105820107033266884</id><published>2003-07-14T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T12:44:30.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to be around much for awhile.  I have a ton of school related stuff to get done this week.  Then my husband is going to be on vacation from July 17 - 28, so we'll be doing family things.  We're building a shed for sure and will maybe be taking a mini trip somewhere.  Then I'll be back for a week, only to go to Wisconsin August 4-8.  So that's my faboo life for the next month or so.  It should be fun.  Lots-o-vacation!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else going on, just frustrating school stuff.  Like I can't sign up my kids for day care until I get my schedule, which they won't give me until orientation July 22, and I can't do my financial aid until I get a quote from the day care they're signed up for, which I can't sign them up for cuz they won't give me a schedule.  So everything is moving about as fast as molasses and I am NOT a patient person when it comes to stuff like this.  I want organized, pre-planned, for sure "this is how it's going to be." plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had the weirdest dream last night.  I wish I could remember it all so I could share cuz I'm sure it would be very funny,  but it involved Spike, Angel, Wes, Justin Timerlake, one of the guys from Blink 182, and a lot of orphans, and I'm pretty sure I was married to Spike, but I think he was secretly gay and with Angel, since in the dream we were married but had never consumated our relationship and he was always running off to hang out with Angel and Wes.  Anyway I met Spike's parents and they were right in the middle of adopting 14 kids from some foreign country and I was trying to help his family bring all those kids shopping for clothes and the stuff they would need.  Anyway, I have a feeling that is only about 10% of the dream that I remember.  It was very crazy with much running around and lots of other side stuff going on.   I also remember being in a fight with some guy that was apparently fabricated purely for the dream, cuz I didn't know him.  And my dad telling me it was inappropriate to beat this guys ass.  Oh and my grandpa was in it too and he was trying to tell me something but I couldn't hear him cuz he was in a car and it was moving slowly away from me and the windows were rolling up as he was going.  So anyway, there is just a little peek into my mind.  Pretty scary, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better be going.  Hopefully I'll get chances here and there to update over the next month.  Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW &amp; FYI:  I have a new AIM name.  Please update if you currently have the old one of amabacca, cuz I will not be using that one anymore.  It is now prettyevilamber.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105820107033266884?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105820107033266884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105820107033266884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820107033266884' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105792685017838208</id><published>2003-07-11T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T14:24:37.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got some pictures!  Yay!  It's still not completely healed, so don't mind the "texture". :)  Oh, and could I be ANY whiter?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edited since the 2 pics side by side were causing tagboard problems from those with smaller screen areas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/tat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/tat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go.  Questions?  Comments?  Tag me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105792685017838208?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105792685017838208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105792685017838208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105792685017838208' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105768321398117580</id><published>2003-07-08T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T12:53:33.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't gotten the pictures yet, I'm thinking probably tomorrow I'm going to try for them.  Right now it's still one big colorful scab, and hella painful.  I really didn't contemplate their being any after pain.  It kinda sucks.  Like I said, soon I will be with the picture taking, I just want it to look decent before I start snapping shots of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105768321398117580?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105768321398117580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105768321398117580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105768321398117580' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105750925713211205</id><published>2003-07-06T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T12:34:17.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why yes, I can update.  I just haven't had too much going on, or pretty much any brain activity, so updating's been hard.  I hope everyone here in the States had a fun fourth of july and our neighbors had a good Canada Day on July 1.  I just pretty much vegged out on the fourth here.  We swam, and did the cook out and pretty much nothing else all day.  It was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my tattoo last night.  YEEE-OUCH!  I haven't seen it very well, since I'm supposed to keep it bandaged for 24 hours but I think it looks pretty cool from what I've seen.  It's a little brighter than what I expected, but it's still pretty close.  Of course when I saw it, the thing was bleeding like crazy, so maybe that had to do with the altered color factor too.  I dunno.  It hurts like a sunburn right now and it's hard to drive in my car with the leather seats, cuz I stick to them and it pulls around the bandage making it sore, but it was worth it.  As soon as it gets non-scabby, I'll be taking pictures to post here and to send into &lt;a href="http://lavender.fortunecity.com/rampling/271/"&gt;And You Thought You Were Obsessed With BtVS&lt;/a&gt;, which has an awesome section of people's pics of their Buffy show tattoos.  If you haven't seen it, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been working all night and just got home a little while ago, so I think I'm going to get some sleep.  G'night luvs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105750925713211205?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105750925713211205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105750925713211205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105750925713211205' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105706658135740189</id><published>2003-07-01T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T09:38:07.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't go Thursday to get the tattoo because my hubby had to work late, (AGAIN!), and couldn't watch the kids.  Maybe someday this week.  *sigh*  Just running around busy as usual.  My husband and I redecorated my son's room this weekend with new carpet and paint, and other such things.  It was kind of fun, but I have to still finish the curtains today and put together the shelves.  So off I go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105706658135740189?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105706658135740189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105706658135740189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706658135740189' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105647523246392166</id><published>2003-06-24T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T13:20:32.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going on Thursday to get the tattoo on my lower back.   Let's pray I don't chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;And I figured out how to get the sims screen caps off the game.  I can hardly decide which ones to post first since I have like 80 of them.  Well, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Angel and Darla cuddling on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/scrapbook23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith drank a potion that Darla made and come out with an evil twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/scrapbook32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy lays one on Spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Buffy flirts with Darla, Angel gets jealous and smacks Buffy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/pic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy cries after being smacked by Angel.  But not to go all school yard, but wait...she didn't hit him first.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/pic12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!  Wes bring Faith flowers when he comes to visit her!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/scrapbook9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one.  I hope their isn't any young'uns visiting here today, cuz it's a little adult.  Here's what I don't understand...everyone in my little Sims world has a hot tub, and everyone gets in and wears bathing suits, however at Buffy and Spikes hot tub, it's a no suits allowed tub or something.  Everyone skinny dips there.  It's weird.  Here's Buffy, Wes, and Faith getting nakkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, although I have many more hilarious ones like Angel in a pink speedo diving into the pool, and Angel pissing himself after he drank a potion that Cordelia made.  Oh and Andrew in his oven mits and apron.  "This funnel cake is kicking my ass!"  Anyway...That's all for now.  It will probably take forever for these to load as it is.  It's a beautiful day today, so I'm off to enjoy it.  Woo-hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105647523246392166?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105647523246392166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105647523246392166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105647523246392166' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105614547855727721</id><published>2003-06-20T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T17:44:38.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case anyone is wondering where I disappeared to, I've been in the world of The Sims.  It is the bestest game EVA!  I have the characters Buffy, Spike, Dawn, Andrew, Faith, Wesley, Angel, Darla, Cordelia, and Lilah.  I can't wait to figure out how to get screen caps off of it, cuz I have pictures of Buffy and Spike skinny dipping together,  Buffy and Darla skinny dipping in the hot tub, Angel and Darla are in love but I have no good pics of them yet, and Wes brought Faith flowers today.  It was so cute!  Dawn and Andrew live together, but I just started them today, and they have a graveyard in their backyard with ghosts and everything.  It's really an awesome game.  If anyone out there doesn't have it, YOU SHOULD!  Alright, I'm off again.  I gotta get Andrew a promotion.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105614547855727721?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105614547855727721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105614547855727721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105614547855727721' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105586346878385951</id><published>2003-06-17T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T11:35:38.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the Wes/Dru fic is located at Shippers United, link to that is in the left sidebar here.  Then just go to Single part fanfiction there and It's on page one.  Just please read the warnings before reading it.  It is based on a flashback story which involves Angelus doing some pretty squicky Angelus type things.  Also, wanted to add these new avatars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/spikedrawing1.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/spikedrawing2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/spikedrawing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all pretty much the same pic, but with different sayings.  I had fun with it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got "The Sims" yesterday with 3 expansion packs and I was sooooo looking forward to playing it, but my computer keeps shutting down about 15 seconds into the game.  I about cried last night I got so frustrated.  I have all my Buffy and Angel sims skins to play and no game.  *sigh*  I bought it off e-bay so I can't even do anything about it.  Suckola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's the tattoo I'm getting.  I'm getting it on my lower back just like Charisma's.  Does that make me a copycat?  Or an overly devoted fan?  Or someone who just knows a cool thing when she sees one?  I'm hoping it's the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to run.  But before I do I just want to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 6th Birthday Audrey!&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/partydots.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105586346878385951?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105586346878385951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105586346878385951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105586346878385951' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-105564298007393842</id><published>2003-06-14T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T22:09:40.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, blogger got all shiny and new on my edit page.  neeto.  I still can't see half my site.  At least I can see the tagboard and stuff though.  I just can't see anything in the middle, or the bottom of the right column.  *shrugs*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of getting a tattoo.  Actually I'm thinking of getting the same sun/moon deal that Charisma Carpenter has, but I'm still deciding.  Any input?  I really want it, but I'm always hesitant when it comes to the big desisions.  I have more to say, but not enough time.  I have to be going to work soon, hopefully I'll have time monday to post more.  I have my Wes/Dru fic done and some more avatars to add.  Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-105564298007393842?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105564298007393842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/105564298007393842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105564298007393842' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95589844</id><published>2003-06-12T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T10:04:57.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My classes for fall are all screwed up.  I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown.  I need to go make blueberry pancakes now. *wanders off aimlessly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95589844?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95589844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95589844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95589844' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95502992</id><published>2003-06-10T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T08:44:53.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've done a this or that Tuesday, so I guess it's about time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "The Munsters" or "The Addams Family"?  &lt;b&gt;Um, I really haven't seen too much of either one of them.  Maybe Addams Family though? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "The Sopranos" or the "Godfather" movies?  &lt;b&gt;Don't watch either.  Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "The Jetsons" or "Lost in Space"?  &lt;b&gt;Lost in Space?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Superman" or "Batman" (either the TV shows or the movies)?  &lt;b&gt;Superman, wait no Batman.  No, Superman. Or maybe Batman.  Shucks.  I like 'em both.  Spiderman is cool too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Sex &amp; The City" or "Friends"?  &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "The Wizard of Oz" or the "Harry Potter" movies?  &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter, but also have great love for the Wiz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "The Simpsons" or "King of the Hill"?  &lt;b&gt;I guess the simpsons, since I've never seen that other one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Grease" or "Saturday Night Fever"?  &lt;b&gt;Never seen either of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Old prime-time soaps: "Dallas" or "Dynasty"? &lt;b&gt;same as above.  Never seen any of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Not very thought-provoking this week...do you prefer TV shows or movies?  &lt;b&gt;TV shows if it's Buffy or Angel, otherwise I'm a big movie lover.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a fun Tuesday.  My hubby is going to the orthopedic doc this afternoon to see if we can figure out what's wrong with his ankle with his MRI results.  Wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95502992?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95502992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95502992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95502992' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95372176</id><published>2003-06-06T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T11:02:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*big sigh of relief*  I think life has finally calmed down a little bit.  Whew!  What a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some yard sales today and got some good stuff.  A kareoke machine would be my favorite item for the day.  It's a beautiful day for the yard sales and being outside too.  For the first time since June started it isn't raining and in the 50's.  So yay for that.  It's about darn time!  Gotta run again, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95372176?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95372176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95372176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95372176' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95338378</id><published>2003-06-05T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T14:55:33.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nope.  I was wrong, today isn't better.  Help me!  Life is catching up with me fast and I think it's planning on running me over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95338378?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95338378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95338378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95338378' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95292839</id><published>2003-06-04T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T13:48:02.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling much better today, but life still hasn't slowed down much.  Maybe tomorrow.  So far in the last 3 days I've only been home enough to make a mess, then it's off to another appointment.  Fun stuff.  I'm expecting company soon and my house looks like a tornado hit it.  Oh well.  'The maid is on vacation' is always a good excuse. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95292839?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95292839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95292839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95292839' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95198683</id><published>2003-06-02T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:08:27.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quiz, cuz I'm feeling quizzy.  Strangly the results match what my zodiac is anyway, Taurus, also the kind of car that I drive.  Weird.  Not really though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony173/1053532367_Htaurus.gif" border="0" alt="taurus"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be a Taurus, your responsible, artistic,&lt;br&gt;loyal, and generous, but you can be  stubborn,&lt;br&gt;and hot-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony173/quizzes/~*What%20is%20your%20TRUE%20Zodica%20sign%3F*~(WITH%20NEW%20PIC'S!!!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;~*What is your TRUE Zodica sign?*~(WITH NEW PIC'S!!!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95198683?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95198683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95198683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95198683' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95191914</id><published>2003-06-02T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T10:26:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am miserably sick with a cold from hell.  Someone just shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just do some quotes for today, since I can't think of anything intelligent to say on my own.  M'kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances." ~Martha Washington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me." ~William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence." ~Henrik Tikkanen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." ~Aesop (620 BC - 560 BC), The Lion and the Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary." ~Martin Luther (1483 - 1546)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95191914?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95191914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95191914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95191914' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95078092</id><published>2003-05-30T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T08:57:51.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I just say, diet's suck!  I'm trying to get back into shape from my sedentary lifestyle practiced all winter long with a little exersice and some healthy eating, but all I really want is some chocoate chip poptarts and some smarties with mountain dew.  Why can't sugar be the stuff all loaded with vitamins and nutrients?  I'd be the healthiest person on the planet!  But noooo, it's gotta be whole grain cereal and yucka green tea crapola for breakfast.  Woe is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95078092?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95078092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95078092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95078092' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-95005073</id><published>2003-05-28T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T17:34:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I haven't fallen off the planet, I just wish I had.  Okay, I'm exaggerating.  Life isn't that bad, it's just hectic.  My husband has been home from work all week, and we've been at doctor's and hospitals trying to get his ankle problem diagnosed.  Right now he's scheduled for an MRI on Tuesday.  He'll be on crutches for at least another month, and it looks like a long healing process.  The doctor said it doesn't seem to be broke but the compression at the time of injury has caused the blood to be cut off from part of his foot and there may be some cartlidge damage and/or bleeding inside the bone.  Not fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also battling a cold, or flu or something.  I'm achy, sore throaty, runny nosey, and crabby.  Taking my vitamins, hopefully it'll be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;My car is also broke again, but this time it's covered under warranty since it may be due to the car being put back together wrong after being worked on last week.  We did have a good holiday weekend though, with the grilling and campfires with roasty toasty marshmallows, and it is nice having my husband home even if he can't do much, cuz I get a lot done when he can watch the kids.  I weeded all my flower beds and took care of all the stuff I wanted to around the yard this week and got a lot of inside cleaning done too.  My bathtub actually sparkles.  It's beautiful!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Also I have some wonderful pictures of the kids.  Please stop in and see them.  I'm just going to link them since they're on a geocities site and they probably won't direct link right.  Anyhoo, here they are,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/audicapngown.jpg"&gt;Audrey's Kindergarten Graduation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/ANzoo.jpg"&gt;Audrey and Nolan at the zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/Ncurious.jpg "&gt;Nolan curious at the zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/Nolcute.jpg"&gt;Nolan saying cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/audipink.jpg"&gt;Audrey after begging me for pink hair for 2 weeks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/Nred.jpg "&gt;Nolan after begging me for red hair for 2 minutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/toshanshuinpa/ANhugs.jpg"&gt;Kids hugging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good week so far.  Hopefully life will get back to normal here soon.  &lt;br /&gt;P.S. On a happy note, congrats to Little Vamp Me on her baby boy born this week!  Hugs and snuggles for her whole family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-95005073?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95005073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/95005073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95005073' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94803080</id><published>2003-05-23T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T17:20:14.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, just got a new internet provider today.  Just testing this out to make sure it still works.  Also, anyone wondering, I'll be using the ToShanshuinPA@yahoo.com address from now on.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94803080?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94803080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94803080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94803080' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94750926</id><published>2003-05-22T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T15:35:04.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my hubby today.  He's 30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94750926?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94750926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94750926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94750926' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94687670</id><published>2003-05-21T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T10:50:10.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enough about Buffy and Angel.  Let's talk about me.  I realized yesterday that looking at all my entries for the last several weeks that they are all about Buffy and Angel.  Now, that's the focus of my blogger, but it's still an online journal, and maybe I should at least pretend that I have a life outside these shows.  *shrugs*  &lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I can say the patented word craptactular here, but that pretty much sums up everything that's been going on lately.  My husband broke/sprained his ankle, my son has yet another weird condition called alopecia areata meaning he's 3 and going bald, the repairs to my car last week cost a total of $2, 198, which means I didn't have a birthday.  Not that I need one, but with all this stuff happening on my actual birthday, it made for a crappy day and crappy week.  I have to get rid of my broadband and my cable tv for the summer since we're trying to pay off the car repairs and we're cutting corners where ever we can.  My kids are so bad I can't even go to the library or grocery store without my son trying to kill me in some way, so I just choose to stay home and I still don't know anyone in the town that I live in.  So I come to the computer to talk to the only friends that I have and then get bitched at for being on the computer too much.  Anyone wondering why I'd rather talk about Buffy and Angel now?  I don't want any pity, please.  Just thought I'd update in some way about what's going on in real life.  So if I seem grumpy at all, this is probably why.  *sigh*  I suppose, I better get back to real life before the house officially qualifies for national disaster relief funds.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94687670?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94687670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94687670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94687670' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94652763</id><published>2003-05-20T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T17:44:53.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plans for the series finale of Buffy tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;Comfort food:  Smores&lt;br /&gt;Comfort drink: Anything with high alcohol content, possibly a high assortment of drinks&lt;br /&gt;Followed by shedding about 1,000 tears and hopefully an AIM-fest filled with supportive people who share my pain. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94652763?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94652763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94652763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94652763' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94583821</id><published>2003-05-19T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T11:13:55.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all.  I'm just waiting around impatiently for tomorrow night.  I keep going through this internal debate about reading the wildfeed.  One second I'm really to just run off and read it and the next I'm kicking myself for even thinking about it.  God help me be strong.  &lt;br /&gt;Joined some Andrew fan sites today. (see bottom of page for buttons)  God do I love that geek.  If I weren't already married, I'd say he's my soulmate.  Also newly addicted to the Buffy auctions by Fox on e-bay.&lt;a href="http://members.ebay.com/aboutme/foxauction/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually bid on a few items, which considering my current money situation is wrong, wrong, wrong, but I'm a sick girl with an obsession.  Plus they had 5 day's left and I knew I wasn't going to win Andrew's leather jacket for $300 or Buffy's Beneath You outfit for $650.  But what I would give for those items.  Anyone know where you can sell kidneys?  WHAT!?!  I have two, only need one.  At least for now.  *off look*  *returns to padded room with my Buffy and Angel dvd's*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94583821?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94583821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94583821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94583821' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94278978</id><published>2003-05-13T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T14:20:49.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The WB has made it official.  Sounds to me like the WB is going to be treating Angel with a little more respect now.  It's been left in it's time slot FINALLY, and paired with their second highest rated show Smallville.  So I'm a happy camper.  &lt;br /&gt;The changes that are coming on the show are causing quite a ruckus at the Angel's Soul Spoiler Board and virtually everywhere else I've been visiting.  (For those who don't know what I'm referring to, it's the removal of Connor and Cordelia from the cast list and the addition of Spike from Buffy)  Seems everyone has an opinion and they're all strong, and they're all different, making for a rather turbulent atmosphere on the boards.  Of course I have to add my two cents, so here it is.  I believe that everything changes.  What if Buffy never changed from the monster of the week thing it did in season 1?  Would it have lasted seven seasons?  Would it have been as good?  Same thing with Angel.  Things change.  I'm in for the ride.  I like being suprised and I trust Joss and his crew of writers to give us the very best season that they can.  So I say to everyone, sit back, relax, you may just be pleasantly suprised at what you get.  Every character is good for it's very own reasons.  No need to say, so and so is better because....  I mean, please, what are we, in second grade?  "No way, pink is totally a cooler color than blue."  Whatever.  I think I may have to just chill from the boards for a couple of days and hope the childish behavior subsides.  I just wish people could be happy that we even have a fifth season and keep their minds open to the possiblities instead of having temper tantrums because they didn't get things the exact way they wanted them.  I guess that's all for now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94278978?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94278978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94278978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94278978' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94211499</id><published>2003-05-12T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T12:45:27.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*runs in singing, "Angel's renewed!  Angel's renewed!" and runs back out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94211499?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94211499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94211499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94211499' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94201508</id><published>2003-05-12T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T09:39:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sounds like good news for Angel's renewal from  &lt;a href="http://www.aint-it-cool-news.com/display.cgi?id=15184"&gt;Herc at Ain't It Cool News.&lt;/a&gt;   Click for the full article.  Yay!  Does the happy dance of joy, numfar-style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94201508?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94201508' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94151488</id><published>2003-05-11T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T11:43:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94151488?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94151488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94151488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94151488' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-94076646</id><published>2003-05-09T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T18:18:40.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a yard sale today.  It rained like a bitca.  I'm wiped out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-94076646?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94076646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/94076646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94076646' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93988735</id><published>2003-05-08T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T09:32:59.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  Buffy and Angel rocked this week.  I mean, just WOW!  Some people didn't like them, but this isn't their damn blog and I'm saying WOW!&lt;br /&gt;There is no good, bad, and ugly about it.  There is just the good, the better, and the best!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buffy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good:  Loved the Spike/Faith fight.  Too cool.  All the couples getting with the sweaty nakedness was definately good too.&lt;br /&gt;The better:  Hello mayor!  Loved that the first came to Faith like that.  Loved how he said Faith was always seeking Buffy's love. &lt;br /&gt;The best:  Buffy and Spike cuddleage.  How sweet.  She better tells him she loves him by the finale or my head may explode.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good:  Everyone isn't fighting for once!  Yay.  Gunn and Wes were even getting along.  Also, loved Lornes line, "So, it's an evil limo, I get that, but does that mean you don't restock the cherries?"  LOL funny.&lt;br /&gt;The better: Connor finally has the chance at a happy, normal life.  I think that's all he ever wanted.  And I'd say it's what he deserves.&lt;br /&gt;The best:  Wesley called Lilah a loved one and tried to destroy her contract for her.  He loves her, he really loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just off thoughts, isn't it kind of ironic that Connor is kind of destroyed because everyone has lied to him and such, but they give him an entire new life that is one big lie to make him happy?  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for the 13th when the WB renews Angel.  Next season looks like it could be one of the best so far.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93988735?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93988735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93988735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93988735' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93860854</id><published>2003-05-06T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T09:47:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new site has opened called Apocolypse Monthly.  I highly recommend giving it a try.  It changes every month and has contributions of articles, videos, fanfictions, character of the month, quote of the month, poll of the month, and more.  All Jossverse related, fun stuff.  Stop by, you may like it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bronzecaritas.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/100x35j.gif" border="0" alt="Apocalypse Monthly"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93860854?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93860854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93860854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93860854' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93859180</id><published>2003-05-06T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T10:56:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got some of the pictures transfered onto my computer.  This is only one of 4 folders that I have, and I only picked a few since I don't want to kill my blog with too many pictures.  These pictures were all taken off of Akasha's digital camera.  Therefore, they have Akasha on them and if anyone wants them for their own, please make sure you ask Akasha.  Don't just take them as your own.  I have some pictures from my own digital camera that I will be getting soon also.  It includes the only picture of Andy that was gotten that day, since he missed his flight.  Anyway, here they are...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/MVC-006F.jpg"&gt;James doing autographs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/james1.jpg"&gt;James standing around&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/amaspike.jpg"&gt;Me getting James autograph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the pics for now.  There will be more soon.  I promise!&lt;br /&gt;And just to round things off, which scooby am I?  Like there was any doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/scoobyquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/faith1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which scooby are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93859180?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93859180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93859180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93859180' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93674028</id><published>2003-05-02T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:36:59.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the deal-e-o.  I'm a lazy little bitca.  I haven't transfered the pictures yet.  I haven't found an empty disk to put them on to transfer them.  I've been making avatars and writing fan fic (A Wesley/Dru pairing for something different) instead.  So hate me all you wish but it won't help.  I have work this weekend, a roof that needs fixed, spring cleaning to be done, and other such things nagging at me.  So the pictures probably won't be up until at least Tuesday.  Sorry.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93674028?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93674028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93674028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93674028' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93530209</id><published>2003-04-30T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T09:50:25.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuz I love being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/wengel.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93530209?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93530209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93530209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93530209' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93464782</id><published>2003-04-29T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T09:51:02.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a big suprise.  I made some more avatars.  Yup, it's official.  I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/jasmine.gif"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/dawnsweet.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93464782?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93464782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93464782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93464782' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93464317</id><published>2003-04-29T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T09:42:06.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a ton of fun this weekend.  Much of it is a little fuzzy since I really didn't sleep for 40 some hours, but I remember James.  Mmm.  He's even more beautiful in person, if you believe that is possible.  I was only at the convention on Saturday, and Andy missed his plane, so I only got his autograph which took about a total of 5 seconds.  The actress that plays Kennedy, was too adorable.  I didn't think I'd like her much but she was really talkative and seemed really excited to be there, so I have to admit she won me over quickly.  The supper was wonderful, they had this chocolate cake that I would kill for and then afterwards James came around to all the tables and took pictures with everyone.  I promise I will get pictures up VERY soon.  They are on my laptop though, and it's not set up for the internet, so I have to find some disks to transfer the pictures on to this computer.  &lt;br /&gt;I have to say the best part of the whole weekend was hanging out with Chasa, Sekkie, and Akasha though.  The stars are great, but it's the friends that make it a fun time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93464317?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93464317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93464317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93464317' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93207781</id><published>2003-04-24T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T19:52:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came, I downloaded, I saw!  Thank shubbery!  &lt;br /&gt;I thought this weeks Angel was considerably better than the two prior episodes.  Yup, enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Also, if there is anyone out there I haven't mentioned this to, (although I find it unlikely at this point) here's where I'm going this Saturday, &lt;a href="http://www.vulkon.com/clevelandapril/index.html"&gt;Here!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;*breaks out singing*  I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it.... &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/giddy.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93207781?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93207781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93207781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93207781' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93178411</id><published>2003-04-24T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T10:25:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made a few more avatars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/spuffy.gif"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/spuffy2.gif"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/bgav.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel's the good, the bad, and the ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good:  The Angel/Wes moments that I saw were ultra sexy.  They're in love I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;The bad:  I missed the first 48 minutes of the show and I can't find a download yet!&lt;br /&gt;The ugly:  Um, Connor with Jasmine's voice was kinda creepy, but since I didn't see the whole epsisode I'm holding out judgement for worse ugly's than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93178411?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93178411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93178411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93178411' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93111148</id><published>2003-04-23T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T09:45:43.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did a few minor updates last night, otherwise not too much going on.  Doing the happy dance for new Angel and holding my breath (well, I was til I passed out then I started breathing against my own will.) that the AICN about Angel's renewal is the real deal.  Yes, I'm weird.  What are you, perfectly normal?  Pffft.  Normal is highly over rated.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93111148?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93111148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93111148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93111148' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93074092</id><published>2003-04-22T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T11:53:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is snowing here.  I mean really honestly snowing like crazy.  What the fook?  Somebody's going to pay.  Now where are those damn minions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93074092?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93074092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93074092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93074092' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93045887</id><published>2003-04-22T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T10:11:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww, shucks.  I thought Buffy was new tonight but it's not.  Now I have to wait a whole week for more Faithy goodness.  *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://this-or-that.org/"&gt;This or That Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;, coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yummier: Chocolate ice cream or strawberry cheesecake?  &lt;b&gt;Strawberry cheescake, the jell-o kind. &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2. Better to watch on TV: Movies or sports?  &lt;b&gt;Movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A better web browser: MSIE or Netscape (or tell us your own favorite!)  &lt;b&gt;Huh, I'd answer if I new what MSIE was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A better way to travel: Automobile or bus/train?  &lt;b&gt;Automobile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your preferred camera: Digital or film?  &lt;b&gt;I like them both, as long as they're good ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A Cooler Vehicle: Motorcycle or sports car?  &lt;b&gt;Motercycle, sports car just screams Joe Dirt, or midlife crisis to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. More fun: Video games or board games? &lt;b&gt; I only play video games, cuz no one will play board games with me.  In theory I enjoy them both though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sexier: A perfect body or an intelligent mind?  &lt;b&gt;Perfect body. Since I'm already married, I can afford to be shallow like that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A stinkier smell: Skunk or gasoline (petrol)?  &lt;b&gt;Skunk.  Anyone who says they don't like sniffing a little gasoline is probably lying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thought-provoking question of the week: What is more important to you: making a ton of money and being at the top of your field, or finding your soulmate and living a comfortable but not wealthy life?  &lt;b&gt;The soulmate and not wealthy thing obviously, since that's what I did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Torture Tuesday all.  I plan on making a great day of it.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93045887?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93045887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93045887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93045887' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-93017466</id><published>2003-04-21T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T22:00:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it pop quiz Monday?  Sure it is.  Just because no one likes pop quizzes, especially ones that come on Monday's and I'm just kind of evil like that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quiz is what kind of bunny are you, or some shit like that.  I don't know, bunnies remind me of Anya, which reminds me of Buffy, which reminds me of Faith, and yes One_by_One, I am a little obsessed with Faith.  Which reminds me, I better go watch Dirty Girls again.  Anyway, here's the results for anyone who gives a crud.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041833830_ndthatssad.gif" border="0" alt="you suck, and that's sad"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the "you suck, and that's sad"&lt;br&gt;happy bunny. your truthful, but can be a bit&lt;br&gt;brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can stop laughing hysterically everytime I visit here.  That bunny is freaking hilarious!  You suck and that's sad!  Yup that be me! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-93017466?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93017466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/93017466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93017466' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92787306</id><published>2003-04-17T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T13:01:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for Buffy and Angel's The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buffy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good: Mmm, Faith and Spike.  Mmmm, Buffy, Faith and Spike.&lt;br /&gt;The Bad: Caleb's accent&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly: Poor Xander, *faints while barfing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good:  Fred/Angel's kiss was only for cover.  Angel kissing Cordy wasn't. &lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/giddy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad:  Connor isn't under Jasmine's spell and he still thinks eating people's cool?&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly:  Last week Angel had the bad shirt, now this week it's Wes.  I was expecting Wes to come out of his Jasmine curse and be like, What the hell was I thinking when I put *this* on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, also wanted to mention after seeing that old lady with the 37 cats named Jasmine, I'm very glad I didn't name my kitten Jasmine last year which is what I was campaigning for.  Thankfully I have a 5 yr. old who thought Josie was a much better name for a pussycat. ;)  Gotta work tonight and will be outta town the rest of the weekend.  Yay for holiday pay though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92787306?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92787306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92787306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92787306' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92659730</id><published>2003-04-15T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T12:58:50.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 more hours til Dirty Girls airs!  *does the new Buffy dance*&lt;br /&gt;Shows off new avie made in honor of tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/fuffyav.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92659730?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92659730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92659730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92659730' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92582385</id><published>2003-04-14T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T10:00:01.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo-hoo!  I had my 2,000th visit here this weekend!  Yay!  *hugs* for everyone visiting on this Monday morning.  Time to get up some MNA!  Zoooommmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92582385?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92582385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92582385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92582385' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92367227</id><published>2003-04-10T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T12:09:35.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or does it seem like this should be Friday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92367227?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92367227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92367227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92367227' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92309295</id><published>2003-04-09T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:16:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to visit the admissions office of Edinboro University this morning.  Things are definately in motion now.  I also got my student aid report, so financial aid office is next.  They'll probably tell me, 'get a better job you lazy bum and quit spending so much time on the internet!'  *me making screwed up face*  I won't be able to schedule my classes til summer or put my son on the waiting list for daycare til then either. *sigh*  I hate waiting.  Once I start something, I just want everything to fall in to place and be done, like, yesterday.  *sigh*  Anyway, not to much else is going on besides regular mom and family stuff keeping me busy.  Thought I'd do this survey today.  Why you ask?  Because it's my blog and I'll fill out random meaningless dribble if I want to.  That's why.  Plus One_by_One always has the longest posts every single day and it makes me envious.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Clothes: &lt;i&gt;Black fuzzy sweater, old navy boot cut jeans, black leather boots.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Music: &lt;i&gt;Mix CD, of Michelle Branch, Melissa Etheridge, Jewel, and Pink.  Matchbox 20.  Once More with Feeling soundtrack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Make-up: &lt;i&gt;concealer, powder, eyeliner, mascara, bronzer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Hair: &lt;i&gt;Blonde, straight, pulled up into doubled up ponytail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current thing I ought to be doing: &lt;i&gt;working on avatars I've promised people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Desktop Picture: &lt;i&gt;Once More With Feeling wallpaper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Favorite Artists: &lt;i&gt;Poe, Michelle Branch, lots more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Favorite Groups: &lt;i&gt;Evanescence, Matchbox 20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Book: &lt;i&gt;I read fanfic, thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current CD in CD Player: &lt;i&gt;Once More with Feeling Soundtrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current tape in VCR: &lt;i&gt;current Angel tape, waiting for tonights new episode&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Current Worry: &lt;i&gt;too many to list&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Touched: &lt;i&gt;my son, Nolan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Talked to: &lt;i&gt;my daughter, Audrey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Hugged: &lt;i&gt;my son, Nolan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Instant messaged: &lt;i&gt;Pato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Yelled At: &lt;i&gt;my son, because he dumped out all his dresser drawers when I put him down for a nap, and when I went into his room he was naked and sitting on top of his dresser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Kissed: &lt;i&gt;my son when I put him down for a nap, little stinker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alltime Album: &lt;i&gt; I dunno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes: &lt;i&gt;My black boots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: &lt;i&gt;Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, yes, I'm a true art appreciator.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Song: &lt;i&gt;grrr, this is a long survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cartoon: &lt;i&gt;Pokemon, cuz I gotta catch 'em all!  I like Dora too though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Open-minded: &lt;i&gt;I'd like to think I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Interesting: &lt;i&gt;Nope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Random: &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Independent: &lt;i&gt;I dunno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Organized: &lt;i&gt;not in any possible way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emotionally Stable: &lt;i&gt;most days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Attractive: &lt;i&gt;To whom?  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU WANT TO...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get Really Wasted With: &lt;i&gt;The dirty dozen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get High With: &lt;i&gt;I don't get high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tickle: &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Look Like: &lt;i&gt;Eliza Dushku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Been kissed? &lt;i&gt;You betcha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How many times: &lt;i&gt;I've been married for almost 7 years, I stopped counting a looonnng time ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Done Drugs? &lt;i&gt;nope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage? &lt;i&gt;I danced during half-time at a Packer game once.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watched "Punky Brewster"? &lt;i&gt;Of course!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER/OR...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neve Campbell or Jennifer Love Hewitt? &lt;i&gt;strangle myself with my own intenstines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt? &lt;i&gt;gag myself with a spoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rose or Lily? &lt;i&gt;Lillies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oldies or pop? &lt;i&gt;Pop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;i&gt;no, but I'm married so that wouldn't really be appropriate, now would it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have a best friend? &lt;i&gt;what is this friend thing that you speak of?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cried? &lt;i&gt;No, I try not to do that more than once a year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Helped someone? &lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bought something? &lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Said "I love you"? &lt;/i&gt;Yes, repeatedly.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Written a real letter? &lt;i&gt;No. I don't think I've done that for ages&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talked to an ex? &lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Missed an ex? &lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talked to someone you have a crush on? &lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had a serious talk? &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Missed someone? &lt;i&gt;yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hugged someone? &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fought with your parents? &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fought with a friend? &lt;i&gt;again, what is this friend thing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wear eye shadow? &lt;i&gt;not usually&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the first date? &lt;i&gt;I haven't had a first date in 10 years.  But I used to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have a crush on someone? &lt;i&gt;Just famous unattainable people I will never meet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you got a tattoo, where would you get it, and what would it be? &lt;i&gt;I have a tattoo of a fairy on my lower back (thanks to legend of zelda)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you got a piercing, where would you get it, and what would it look like? &lt;i&gt;My belly button, a simple silver ring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What was the last CD you bought? &lt;i&gt;people buy cd's?  Okay, I bought the Buffy soundtrack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are you listening to/watching right now? &lt;i&gt;Angel season 1 DVD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who are you thinking about right now? &lt;i&gt;My husband who is at work, and I miss him. : ( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you all can say you know more about me than you ever really wanted to know.  He-he.  Have a good day everyone.  Back to real life and responsibilites!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92309295?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92309295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92309295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92309295' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92221975</id><published>2003-04-08T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T10:19:25.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for This or That Tuesday!   April 8...The Who Is Edition &lt;br /&gt;Who is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sexier (female)...Pamela Anderson or Jennifer Garner? &lt;/b&gt;  Jennifer Garner, even though I barely know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Sexier (male)...Ben Affleck or Matt Damon?&lt;/b&gt;  Ooh that's a tough-y.  Ben Affleck, final answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. The better piano player...Billy Joel or Elton John?&lt;/b&gt;  Elton John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Funnier...David Letterman or Craig Kilborn?&lt;/b&gt;  Craig Kilborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The dumber cartoon cat...Stimpy (of *Ren &amp; Stimpy*) or Tom (of *Tom &amp; Jerry*)? &lt;/b&gt; What the? Um, Stimpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. A better news anchor...Tom Brokaw or Dan Rather?&lt;/b&gt; I don't watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. A better TV chef...Emeril Lagasse or Jacques Pepin?&lt;/b&gt;  Don't watch cooking show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. The trashier talk show host...Maury Povich or Jerry Springer?&lt;/b&gt;  Don't watch daytime tv, where's the nick jr questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. The worse fast food burger joint...McDonald's or Burger King?&lt;/b&gt;  Burger King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Thought-provoking question of the week: Only a handful of U.S. Presidents have been considered to be *great* Of the following two, which one do you consider to be greater...Franklin D. Roosevelt or Abraham Lincoln? Why?&lt;/b&gt;  I just got up an hour ago, and I take my fifth amendment right not to answer essay questions this darn early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone out there who hasn't visited RenewAngel.com, please get your butts over there.  It's for the best cause.  You know, my sanity.  It is even mentioned in this weeks TV Guide.  Go Chasa!  So please click the banner up top and participate in saving Angel.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92221975?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92221975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92221975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92221975' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-92149656</id><published>2003-04-07T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T10:18:23.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hearby outlaw Monday mornings.  Make it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-92149656?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92149656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/92149656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92149656' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91997902</id><published>2003-04-04T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:03:27.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weekend time again.  These last few weeks have just been flying by.  I have a lot of school stuff for fall done, but a lot that still needs done.  At least I'm done with most of the stupid paperwork.  I picked out my choices for classes too, now I just have to go to my advisor, so they can pick it apart and tell me it's all wrong and to try again!  Alright!  Anyway, I have recently posted a few new fictions up at Shippers United in case anyone is interested.  They're in the single part fiction archives.  Links to the left.  Toodles for now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91997902?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91997902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91997902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91997902' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91948188</id><published>2003-04-03T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T19:49:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, let me see if this works...*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://escati.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://escati.linkopp.net/logos/time98.gif" alt="Time By Escati"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=1&gt;&lt;b&gt;Countdown for Faith's Return to Buffy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellpadding=4 bgcolor=FFFFBB&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://escati.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://escati.linkopp.net/cgi-bin/countdown.cgi?trgb=000000&amp;srgb=00ff00&amp;prgb=221100&amp;cdt=2003;4;15;20;00;00&amp;timezone=GMT-0500" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91948188?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91948188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91948188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91948188' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91781306</id><published>2003-04-01T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T10:25:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling better now.  Thank God for antibiotics.  Just wanted to take a minute to wish my MOM a HAPPY BIRTHDAY if she's still hanging around.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for this-or-that Tuesday on this fine April Fool's Day!  Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bogey-Man or Henry Kissinger?  &lt;i&gt;What the hell kind of question is that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whips 'n chains or soft ropes with furbound cuffs? &lt;i&gt; Yes please &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fish sticks or Amazon.com? &lt;i&gt;never use either&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whitewall tires or color TV? &lt;i&gt;Color TV I guess &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Leather or lace? &lt;i&gt; Leather all the way &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Abraham Lincoln or leftover turkey? &lt;i&gt; mmm, leftover turkey &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Movable Type or Star Trek? &lt;i&gt; don't know much about either, but maybe star trek? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Happy Happy Joy Joy or Bounce Bounce Bounce like Tigger? &lt;i&gt; I like them both equally, sometimes done together even, especially when a new Buffy or Angel episode is coming on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Michelin Man or the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man? &lt;i&gt; Again, both pretty cool with me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thought-Provoking Question of the Week: If you HAD to marry one of the talking M&amp;M's in the TV commercials, would it be the red one or the yellow one? Why? &lt;i&gt; the yellow one, cuz he's got nuts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope everyone escapes this April Fool's Day unscathed.  Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91781306?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91781306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91781306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91781306' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91623768</id><published>2003-03-29T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T18:43:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amber is sick.  Amber is crabby.  Amber is going back to bed.  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91623768?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91623768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91623768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91623768' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91411559</id><published>2003-03-26T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T13:03:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;UPN and the WB have the absolute worse trailers in the world!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for fun, another quiz!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of evil are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/evil/index.shtml"&gt; &lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/S/spacefem/1041783707_evil6.gif" border=0&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91411559?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91411559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91411559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91411559' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91374294</id><published>2003-03-25T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T18:11:37.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all you curious taggers.  I had a visitor yesterday who hacked my blog and replaced my picture of the bubbles popping in my title area, and replaced it with a girl who had pissed herself.  Which apparently is really funny to fifth graders, and to me now who has had a little (or lot) to drink.  That is all.  That is why I was ticked.  It was no big, and I'm over it now.  Just hoping it stops at that and wondering how someone got onto my blog to upload that picture in the first place.  Anyway, I'm off to go continue my enjoyment of a nice bottle of wine.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91374294?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91374294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91374294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91374294' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91208702</id><published>2003-03-22T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T23:01:12.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost 11:00 and I have to go to work in a few minutes but I am so extremely bored that I figured I'd do a really quick update.  Nothing is new.  That pretty much concludes my update.&lt;br&gt;Now where is everyone?  All the boards seem empty!  Please don't tell me everyone has gone out and got a life but me.  *sigh*  Hi-ho, hi-ho, Off to work I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91208702?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91208702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91208702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91208702' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91061264</id><published>2003-03-20T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T10:06:10.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.  Now that I have had some time to calm down a wonderful person at Shippers United has found that all of shippers united is not lost, but that the posts can still be accessed by avoiding the main page and going directly to the area where your post is.  Therefore all is not lost, and it is not such a horrible day.  Still, the anger is still with me and the reasoning just the same.  No one has the right to destroy someone's personal work for any reason.  It is ignorant and selfish.  I just thank God that the entire forum isn't lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91061264?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91061264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91061264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91061264' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-91059340</id><published>2003-03-20T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T09:36:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I just have a few things to say and I'm extremely pissed off right now, so excuse me if it isn't the most elequenly written thing I've ever posted.  All of the elequent things I've ever written have been lost.  Lost, because some assholes decided that the way to get attention was to steal hundred of peoples writings and thoughts by pulling down and entire forum called Shippers United to replace it with a Bush sucks, make love, not war message.  I am furious to the point of tears.  The money and time spent on this forum by it's administrators has been immense and at this great loss Twi is not even sure she has the energy to put it back up.  There are over 500 members that frequent this forum, daily sharing their thoughts and joys.  People have spent months there becoming friends, posting art, fiction, pictures, and a lot of themselves all to have it destroyed in hours by someone who is more selfish than my empty words can express.  Someone spouting off words of peace that fill me with a rage that I'm ready to level a city all on my own.  Good job with that peace speach by the way, I think it's working.  *where's that sarcastic font when you need it?*&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now is thank you to Princess Twilight for sharing this awesome forum with us for the time that we had it.  It really was a unique place that brought many people a bright spot in there days.  I hope someday to see it back up and running, but if it does not happen please remember that for the few people that did this horrible act of destruction, there are hundreds that loved and appreciated your hard work that you put forth to ensure that we had a place to share our thoughts without fear.  Shippers United was a place of acceptance and a great example of how people should interact.  Thank you again for giving us that.  &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I have to say for now.  Now I think I will go and cry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-91059340?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91059340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/91059340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91059340' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90997352</id><published>2003-03-19T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:15:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Angel tonight!  La-la-la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90997352?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90997352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90997352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90997352' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90929201</id><published>2003-03-18T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T11:11:02.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody stop me!  Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/showerav.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or don't! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90929201?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90929201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90929201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90929201' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90928734</id><published>2003-03-18T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:13:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More fun avieness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/wfavie.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he just check out her ass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90928734?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90928734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90928734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90928734' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90927005</id><published>2003-03-18T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T16:26:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Hope everyone is having as good of a day as I am. I awoke this morning and checked my e-mail to find that I have won an award for my fiction. It's the &lt;a href="http://uk.geocities.com/stayingbeautifulawards"&gt;staying beautiful award&lt;http://uk.geocities.com/stayingbeautifulawards&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm so happy I almost cried. It's for a short Spuffy story called For Tonight. If anyone is interested it's &lt;a href="http://www.shippersunited.com/discuss/viewthread.php?tid=1725"&gt;Here&lt;http://www.shippersunited.com/discuss/viewthread.php?tid=1725&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded Kaaza last night and have been downloading Angel episodes all night. My computer won't let me get screen captures off of my DVD's but it will off of downloads. Oh well. So I'm working on some new avie's of the Wes/Faith "didn't you always kinda have the hots for me?" in Five by Five, and Faith's shower scene, and the Wes/Faith scene in Release where Wes hands Faith the towel and stands behind her touching her shoulder. Pretty much everything else after the shower scene in that episode was lost on me. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for new Angel tomorrow. I'll probably cry at the end. sigh, Anyway, time to get on with my day. hugs and smootchies for everyone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun quiz...to leave on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erinsaxton83.tripod.com/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~the.magickbox/jul.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://erinsaxton83.tripod.com/index.html" target="new"&gt;What month should you have been born in?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://erinsaxton83.tripod.com/index.html"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90927005?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90927005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90927005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90927005' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90718831</id><published>2003-03-14T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T14:12:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another screen capping goodie.  Lali asked me for this one awhile back before I had the screen capping software.  Now that I have it, I thought, what the heck.  I can squeeze a little avatar making time in there between my job interview, doctor's appointment, and lunch this morning.  Hey.  I have priorities you know.  They may not be in the right order, but I have them.  &lt;br /&gt;So lali, if you like it you may have it.  This size works on the Caritas forum.  I use my Wes/Faith one there.  Otherwise they can be sized down to use at the Sanctuary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/cakissav.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for you fan fic readers out there.  I've written a short Wes/Faith naughty fic.  It takes place durning Faith's shower scene as though Wesley came in to see what the commotion was about.  Please give it a read and let me know what you think.  Everyone needs a little smut once in awhile anyway. &lt;a href="http://www.shippersunited.com/discuss/viewthread.php?tid=1844"&gt;Click here for my fic, Broken&lt;http://www.shippersunited.com/discuss/viewthread.php?tid=1844&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90718831?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90718831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90718831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90718831' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90594999</id><published>2003-03-12T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T12:00:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found some screen capping goodies on my computer.  Oh happy day!  I made a Wes/Faith goodie!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/FWavatar.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90594999?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90594999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90594999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90594999' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90556245</id><published>2003-03-11T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T20:17:10.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where is that damn weather pixie's coat?  It's friggin' freezing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90556245?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90556245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90556245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90556245' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90556010</id><published>2003-03-11T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T20:35:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Married or single?  &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Married&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Knit or crochet?     &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Um, neither.  Cake decorating is the only semi-crafty thing I've ever been able to do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Homebody or world traveller?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. "Star Search" or "American Idol"?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt;No thanks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Dancing or karaoke?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Neither in public, but I love to do both when I'm by myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Elvis Presley or Elvis Costello?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Geez, I'm just not doing well with these questions today.  Neither once again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Bus or train?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Damn, why couldn't airplane been one of the choices?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Batman or Superman?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt;The Incredible Hulk?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Chocolate or vanilla?    &lt;font color=magenta&gt; chocolate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Which came first...the chicken or the egg?     &lt;font color=magenta&gt;Who gives a shit?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90556010?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90556010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90556010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90556010' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90552585</id><published>2003-03-11T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T20:04:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!  Cheers for my hubby who fixed my moody computer.  I am now updating blogger from home and gosh darn it, It's working!  I just got home this morning from Green Bay, WI and I had a pretty good time over all.  All though it's always stressful being away from home with the kids.  We went to Kroll's in GB and met with Stormy and Spidey for those of you who didn't already know that.  I had an absolute blast, and I got my prezzie from Stormy and I'm not tellin' what it is.  *sticks out tongue like the little brat I am*  Anyway, my hubby is now addicted to Kroll's burgers and I'm thinking they made some really good drinks.  I may have had one to many, but hey, I was on vacation after all. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget...Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday's dear Chasa and Windy (a little late), Happy Birthday's to you's!  :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Angel last week sooooo much I am still smiling a 1,000 watt smile everytime I think about it.  I think that Faith should be a permanant fixture to AtS.  (like you all didn't know that already though)  It was so awesome seeing Faith and Wes together, even if they aren't together in the way I want them to be.  I loved Faith putting Connor in check too.  I was like, 'You tell him! Whip that boy into shape!'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, regarding last weeks Angel.  Can I just say eww, Cordy?  Um, give momma some sugar?  So, is anyone else wondering if Cordy's baby is Connor's or the Beasts?  I haven't been around to hear speculation from people and since I am no longer spoiled I really don't know, but anyway I was just a lot grossed out about the Cordy/Beast thing.  I don't think I'll be jumping on that ship anytime soon, and believe me, I can support just about ANY ship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really liked about this episode was that Gunn was actually NOT ragging on Wes through the whole thing.  It was kinda refreshing.  Although it kinda switched to Connor doing the ragging, at least I could not hate Gunn for one episode this season.  It was nice.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I would have done this update right after I watched the episode last week I'm sure I could have gone on and on, but since the next new Angel is on tomorrow I think I'll refrain from going on any more. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to be back in business with the blog.  It was hard not being able to post whenever I wanted.  I'm still playing catch up from vacation though, so I better be going.  Hugs to everyone who's still been loyally tagging.  It means a lot to me.  I'll be around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90552585?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90552585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90552585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90552585' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90549082</id><published>2003-03-11T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T18:40:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90549082?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90549082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90549082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90549082' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90263338</id><published>2003-03-06T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:29:12.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  I'm now in Green Bay and using my dear mom's computer to publish.  Hopefully you'll be seeing little bubbles floating about soon.  But I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box, so then again, maybe not.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90263338?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90263338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90263338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90263338' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-90069070</id><published>2003-03-03T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T16:05:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.  Today is Monday, the single most dreaded day of the week.  I'm getting ready to go on vacation on Wednesday to visit family in Wisconsin, so I've got tons of stuff to be doing like laundry, bills, cleaning, etc...so why is it 4:00 p.m. and I'm still in my pajama's with nothing done?  Because I'm a bad, bad girl.  *sigh*  I suppose I better run along and do something...but do I hafta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-90069070?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90069070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/90069070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90069070' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044521.post-89972096</id><published>2003-03-01T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T18:16:35.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pondering thought for the day...&lt;br /&gt;If all is not lost, where is it?&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*  sleepy time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044521-89972096?l=amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/89972096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044521/posts/default/89972096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberspersonalbubble.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89972096' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978516917916475125</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></entry></feed>
