<?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-850043756139609010</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:18:14.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michele's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-7381259038787347157</id><published>2012-02-16T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T18:18:14.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel without a cause.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Murphy, Tom. &lt;em&gt;Reclaiming The&lt;/em&gt; Sky. New York: AMACOM, 2007. Print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Reclaiming the sky is mainly about the story of the day before September 11, 2001 and the two days following the event. It describes the scene of all the planes, and the confusion among the workers in charge of the airport. It does a great job following the story of terrorists on and off the plane, the great detail that they had known to plan this whole thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is a great primary source to use for my research paper due to the fact it has a lot of when, where the planes took off and the times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It has a lot of people who were there when things had happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-7381259038787347157?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/7381259038787347157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/rebel-without-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7381259038787347157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7381259038787347157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/rebel-without-cause.html' title='Rebel without a cause.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-1850175960925496060</id><published>2012-02-14T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:13:08.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine’s Day, or is it a Hallmark day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCLqPJ0-n7E/TzsweG0ylLI/AAAAAAAAABk/nnLuZATBQEU/s1600/being-alone-different-other-day-valentines-day-ecards-someecards.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCLqPJ0-n7E/TzsweG0ylLI/AAAAAAAAABk/nnLuZATBQEU/s320/being-alone-different-other-day-valentines-day-ecards-someecards.png" width="320" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Valentine’s Day is a day that all the single people freak out and get all sad that they don’t have anyone to share it with. Then they do nothing but bash the fact that “Valentine’s Day is a stupid holiday.” Since when did this holiday have to become so depressing? Who cares if your single, today everyone is so concerned with being in a relationship with someone that we make being single on Valentine’s Day a horrible thing. We put so much focus on finding love from other people. Since when did we get so obsessed with fat chubby baby with an arrow shooting people, getting flowers and candy? My view on Valentine’s Day is that it should be a day that you take that time to remind the ones you love that they mean a lot to you, family, and friends and maybe if you have a special someone. It’s not about having a Valentine, it’s about reminding people that you care about them and love them, in general not just ones you’re dating. Just because you may not have anyone to share it with doesn’t mean you should celebrate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-1850175960925496060?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/1850175960925496060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-or-is-it-hallmark-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/1850175960925496060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/1850175960925496060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-or-is-it-hallmark-day.html' title='Valentine’s Day, or is it a Hallmark day?'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCLqPJ0-n7E/TzsweG0ylLI/AAAAAAAAABk/nnLuZATBQEU/s72-c/being-alone-different-other-day-valentines-day-ecards-someecards.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-7142473789647500262</id><published>2012-02-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:03:24.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step forward. Two steps backward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEQ4ArJTKfM/TzR410QZWgI/AAAAAAAAABc/xmsclUBzKeI/s1600/28597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEQ4ArJTKfM/TzR410QZWgI/AAAAAAAAABc/xmsclUBzKeI/s320/28597.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My historical event is September 11, to be surprised I thought I had known a decent amount when it came to this event. Like I know it happened in New York City. It ended up taking down the twin towers, and it killed a lot of people when it happened. It also has affected our citizens and daily life to this day, loss of ones, airplane security. I still need to find out a lot about this event, like the whys it happened behind it. The exact times of each plane hitting. Small facts like the way the weather was outside, what jobs are inside those buildings. I need to know how many people were on the flights, what the flights looked like. Where the planes were flying from or where the final destination was. I will need to research the terrorists on the planes, know what they looked like, their names how they got on the plane. My keywords for looking up research will be September 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, twin towers, plane hijacking, terrorists, airport security before September 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, and World Trade Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m writing a man that was boarding the plane that flew into the twin towers. He is in his late 20’s he’s was on this flight because there had been a small opening and he took the last ticket. It had only been chance that he got that ticket. He was on his way home to see his mother. He had been gone for about three years out of state and way coming home to visit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was tall, slender with freckles and wore glasses yet preferred contacts. He had brown hair and it was always messy as if he had gotten outta the shower and never brushed it. His mother had called him five times in the last two days telling him how excited she was that he was coming to visit and what she planned on cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-7142473789647500262?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/7142473789647500262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-step-forward-two-steps-backward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7142473789647500262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7142473789647500262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-step-forward-two-steps-backward.html' title='One step forward. Two steps backward.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEQ4ArJTKfM/TzR410QZWgI/AAAAAAAAABc/xmsclUBzKeI/s72-c/28597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-3895571847604663561</id><published>2012-02-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:57:43.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward in reverse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEt0BzLSGmw/TzIAg9S1f4I/AAAAAAAAABU/ocq_ZjepATw/s1600/383086_10150355432835197_706950196_8142842_9611831_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEt0BzLSGmw/TzIAg9S1f4I/AAAAAAAAABU/ocq_ZjepATw/s400/383086_10150355432835197_706950196_8142842_9611831_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What makes you smile? Like the kind of smile where you having the worst day, just failed an exam, tripped up the stairs and spilled ketchup on your lap at lunch. For me, I love when you see that 85 year old couple holding hands. When you’re walking into a building and someone stands there waiting for you holding the door open. Going to dinner and the café is serving something good! When you’re walking to class and that cute song pops up on Pandora. Finding, old money in your pocket, when you go to do your laundry. When that cute boy offers to teach you pool. Getting, the last set of sour gummy worms out of the vending machine. Getting I miss you mail from friends and home. When your fat hamster sits on her wheel and eats. What makes you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-3895571847604663561?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/3895571847604663561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/moving-forward-in-reverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/3895571847604663561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/3895571847604663561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/moving-forward-in-reverse.html' title='Moving forward in reverse.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEt0BzLSGmw/TzIAg9S1f4I/AAAAAAAAABU/ocq_ZjepATw/s72-c/383086_10150355432835197_706950196_8142842_9611831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-3796515299918591237</id><published>2012-02-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:33:44.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's not as bad as they say it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BbQQhmSo0Q/TytVfV8FJYI/AAAAAAAAABE/FcJ09uL3l9c/s1600/kids-playing-outside_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BbQQhmSo0Q/TytVfV8FJYI/AAAAAAAAABE/FcJ09uL3l9c/s320/kids-playing-outside_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Coming to college some of us get home sick, some of us miss our pets, family, and friends that we left behind. Eventually most of us just learn to cope with being away from home, others visit home frequently. I have only gone home three times since college started all together. There are a few things I miss like having my little annoying brother around all the time, good cooked meals, being able to have my car to drive and a big one is being around kids, like I have been all my life. I worked at a daycare, I also volunteered for three years at a kindergarten class two times a week after school. Those kids were so cute, and I loved watching them progress over the year. I can still remember most of the kids through the three years. My favorite part of the year was field day, I always got permission to skip classes and help out at the elementary school. The kids would do simple fun tasks like tug a war, hoola hooping, dancing, soccer and every sports rated game possible. At the end of the long day the kids would lay in the grass exhausted with popsicle stained shirts. That is one thing I took for granted that I defiantly miss.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Those kids always made you leave with a smile on your face, no matter if you had the worst day at school or failed a test. Guess I could use that while at college when I fail and exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-3796515299918591237?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/3796515299918591237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/they-say-its-not-as-bad-as-they-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/3796515299918591237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/3796515299918591237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/02/they-say-its-not-as-bad-as-they-say-it.html' title='They say it&apos;s not as bad as they say it is.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BbQQhmSo0Q/TytVfV8FJYI/AAAAAAAAABE/FcJ09uL3l9c/s72-c/kids-playing-outside_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-4540585757281343721</id><published>2012-01-31T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:38:38.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, you need to lighten up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay_IrbKAi1Y/TyiXZDIyhkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2bcq_r9DRUE/s1600/taxi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay_IrbKAi1Y/TyiXZDIyhkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2bcq_r9DRUE/s400/taxi1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;I woke up with the birds that morning, boarded the train that stopped right in Kalamazoo, then I had to call a taxi. Twenty minutes later he showed up, now we’ve all seen those movies where the taxis are yellow and you get in the back seat and address him where you need go. I had never ridden in a taxi before, so I just assumed that’s what I was looking for. No it was a rusty, green, minivan. I got in to see &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;first observing what the driver looked, he was a large man who smelled as if he had drank to many beers at poker night, the night before and ate to much garlic &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;bread. His car smelled of smoke and looked as if he had kids with how much food was covering the floor. After getting overcharged I had arrived at the campus….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-4540585757281343721?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/4540585757281343721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/seriously-you-need-to-lighten-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/4540585757281343721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/4540585757281343721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/seriously-you-need-to-lighten-up.html' title='Seriously, you need to lighten up.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay_IrbKAi1Y/TyiXZDIyhkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2bcq_r9DRUE/s72-c/taxi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-7951601024268644269</id><published>2012-01-26T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:46:38.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common sense is not so common.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7or2uBMB3Xw/TyIofqduztI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y5Q9tmtoJ5k/s1600/saggy-pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7or2uBMB3Xw/TyIofqduztI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y5Q9tmtoJ5k/s320/saggy-pants.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ever have&amp;nbsp;something simple that drives you crazy? I feel like we’re all blessed everyday with that special someone in our life, that you image in your head slapping them with a dead fish. Wither you live with them as your roommate, a friend, or just met them once.&amp;nbsp;My favorite thing to ask someone is “what’s your pet peeve?” We’ll I thought it would be fun to ask everyone at work what their pet peeve is while I check them in. Let’s find out how many things bug people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;People who smack their gum in their mouth with the gum they asked you for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When guys sag their pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Someone saying “Like” too much when talking to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When roommate eats your chips and leaves them open to get stale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Going to do laundry and the coin machine is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;People who have pet peeves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When you get the retarded cart at the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Students who prolong class over the time by asking stupid questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Fire Drills during my nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Teachers who waste my time when they aren’t prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Someone who has a sniffling nose during exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Boys who eat like they haven’t eaten in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When football players are cocky, and they sit on the bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When people wear suits too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Walking behind slow walkers when you’re late for class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-7951601024268644269?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/7951601024268644269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/common-sense-is-not-so-common.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7951601024268644269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7951601024268644269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/common-sense-is-not-so-common.html' title='Common sense is not so common.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7or2uBMB3Xw/TyIofqduztI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y5Q9tmtoJ5k/s72-c/saggy-pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-5343033459642377925</id><published>2012-01-24T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:01:26.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I tell you last time about not listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hckLI5UKN9A/Tx9tK9WODvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ST4CiHMVOWY/s1600/typewriter-once-upon-a-time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hckLI5UKN9A/Tx9tK9WODvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ST4CiHMVOWY/s400/typewriter-once-upon-a-time.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;There lived a young girl, she had always listened to what everyone told her to do, get good grades, clean your room, and go to church. She always followed everyone’s direction when it came to life decisions, what car to buy, what college to go to. Finally one day the girl got sick of listening to what everyone else thought she should do. She finally made the decision to go to a college that was almost four hours away from her town. She was ready to leave by the time, college had arrived. She went four hours away, and was so excited to be on her own for once, no parents telling her what she could and couldn’t do. At first it was a lot for her, she was always taught how to be independent but never required to be independent She thought going off to college was going to be great, free time, doing as she pleased, friends and of course classes.. It’s almost been six months since she’s left home, it has been lots of fun but she never would have thought that a huge reason of picking her college for the distance would become the only reason why she didn’t like it. She learned that making your own decisions are great, however the big ones should take more time and really think about the pros and cons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-5343033459642377925?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/5343033459642377925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-i-tell-you-last-time-about-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/5343033459642377925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/5343033459642377925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-i-tell-you-last-time-about-not.html' title='What did I tell you last time about not listening?'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hckLI5UKN9A/Tx9tK9WODvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ST4CiHMVOWY/s72-c/typewriter-once-upon-a-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-7989438925192661200</id><published>2012-01-19T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:01:06.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>‎Good judgement comes from experience, &amp; experience comes from bad judgement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzGtQ6_TZrY/Txi_tn09UhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7MRMztwVdmI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzGtQ6_TZrY/Txi_tn09UhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7MRMztwVdmI/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When opportunity comes knocking at the door do you answer? What if it requires other things to be put on hold while doing so? I applied to go to NACA National Conference, not exactly thinking I would get in. They only choose four people, because they pay to fly you to North Carolina, and your hotel. So I mainly applied not to have any regrets. Well strange to my surprise I got the honor of attending the conference in Charlotte, North Carolina. Well the only thing slowing down my excitement is of course I would have to have classes that have exams while gone those days. The fact that this is an amazing opportunity made it hard to say no.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I guess when it comes down to it, I applied so I wouldn’t have any regrets, so I guess I should also go so I don’t have any either! Now to figure out the class crap, hopefully they get a snowday? Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-7989438925192661200?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/7989438925192661200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-judgement-comes-from-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7989438925192661200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/7989438925192661200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-judgement-comes-from-experience.html' title='‎Good judgement comes from experience, &amp; experience comes from bad judgement.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzGtQ6_TZrY/Txi_tn09UhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7MRMztwVdmI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-1640365501731845796</id><published>2012-01-17T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:18:18.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk less. Say more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOGFrrS5xuk/TxYrM7Uw0dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j1trevCkgSg/s1600/11025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOGFrrS5xuk/TxYrM7Uw0dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j1trevCkgSg/s1600/11025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Long ago, in a house just off a river lived a man. He wasn’t the average type of man, he was only born with one tooth, he was taller than average. His name was frank and he had lived alone all his life however the day he was born he was told that he had powers. Frank had the ability to tell when someone’s tooth had fallen out. Well Frank had always been fascinated with teeth ever since he was little and only had one tooth. Frank decided it was going to be his job to go collect these teeth from people after they had thrown them away. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Frank would wait until the child was sleeping and go into their house and get their tooth. Well Frank didn’t like to steal so when taking the tooth he would leave a quarter, just so he felt like he had paid for their tooth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After a while Frank loved doing this, he had so many teeth! Frank had seen a newspaper one day that explained that kids were beginning to calling him the Tooth fairy! He was so excited it made him feel like he was important. One morning Frank had awoken after a long night of collecting teeth to find a set of wings on his back! Well Frank wasn’t sure why he had wings but later that night when a little boy was asleep he flew to his house in a jiffy and got the tooth. Frank LOVED his wings; he started collecting teeth from all over the place! Frank was bored one day and decided he was going to count all the teeth he had, a few days later he had come to the conclusion that he had collected at least 66,884,585,218,216,155,785,335 teeth. He then realized that maybe counting teeth wasn’t a good idea anymore. Now when you lose a tooth you’re told to leave it under your pillow. Frank will come at night and get your tooth and leave you money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-1640365501731845796?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/1640365501731845796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-less-say-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/1640365501731845796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/1640365501731845796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/talk-less-say-more.html' title='Talk less. Say more.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOGFrrS5xuk/TxYrM7Uw0dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j1trevCkgSg/s72-c/11025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850043756139609010.post-4864518076687702103</id><published>2012-01-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:33:29.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click the 'Start' button to Shut Down the computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria Math";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YdJAucwxo/Tw92X_otP0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hdtZxV9vV7Y/s1600/fatzilla+planking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YdJAucwxo/Tw92X_otP0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hdtZxV9vV7Y/s320/fatzilla+planking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m pretty sure I stared at this blank post for about five minutes wondering what I was going to say. Introductions seem to be my least favorite, seems how you always say the general things;&amp;nbsp;your favorite color, animal, tv show or something along those lines. We’ll I don’t have a favorite color, food or T.V show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am extremely indecisive about things, I hate picking where to go to eat, or what movie were going to see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My names &lt;strong&gt;Michele Wagner&lt;/strong&gt;, I’m a freshman in field of nursing (for now anyways). I have a turtle named Fatzilla.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I l&lt;/span&gt;ove tennis, fishing, drawing and going to hockey games!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love Oxymorons :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tree.com/education/blog-blog/archive-2011-04-08-pros-and-cons-of-working-while-in-college.aspx"&gt;http://www.tree.com/education/blog-blog/archive-2011-04-08-pros-and-cons-of-working-while-in-college.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I read a blog&amp;nbsp;about the pros and cons of working while in college.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The &lt;em&gt;genre&lt;/em&gt; would be a blog, I would personally classify it as academic, due to the fact it was informational. The &lt;em&gt;purpose&lt;/em&gt; of the blog was to help students realize that benefits and disadvantages of having a job while in college. The blog explains how to pick a job that's going to benefit you in the future. The &lt;em&gt;audience&lt;/em&gt; was aimed towards college students, with or without jobs.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The &lt;em&gt;stance&lt;/em&gt; was&amp;nbsp;informational with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;a friendly tone. The &lt;em&gt;media&lt;/em&gt; is electronic. Design is rather simple with bullet points outlining the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850043756139609010-4864518076687702103?l=michelewagner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/feeds/4864518076687702103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/click-start-button-to-shut-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/4864518076687702103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/850043756139609010/posts/default/4864518076687702103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelewagner.blogspot.com/2012/01/click-start-button-to-shut-down.html' title='Click the &apos;Start&apos; button to Shut Down the computer.'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11042660140884501644</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YdJAucwxo/Tw92X_otP0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hdtZxV9vV7Y/s72-c/fatzilla+planking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
