<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921</id><updated>2009-12-18T14:18:44.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creatively Flowing</title><subtitle type='html'>Ridding myself of negativity through ART.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-970207686320037284</id><published>2009-09-23T07:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:11:40.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I have been out of it for a while now. Can't seem to find my Mojo or my Muse and I am frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother passed away on Sept 6th after a major stroke. It took her a week to drown because her pacemaker wouldn't shut off and she had a DNR. It was disturbing and horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove to Arkansas with my uncle to be with my mother who had been taking care of her for the past 9 years. I'm glad we went..... but.... I dunno. I haven't really cried. Should I be worried?&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going out for my best friends 40th birthday. I am looking forward to seeing her, but am not sure I am looking forward to the crowds and such at The Cheescake Factory. I gotta get over it I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably just PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint or draw or write and I can't because of my hand and shoulder. Stupid pinched nerves.....&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are well. If you are still around.... here's a little something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SroCOxkmW0I/AAAAAAAABmI/RK2HnwZasDE/s1600-h/Kanye+ASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384618757323119426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SroCOxkmW0I/AAAAAAAABmI/RK2HnwZasDE/s320/Kanye+ASS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SroBjuOSadI/AAAAAAAABmA/IHU_OLNgghI/s1600-h/Kanye+ASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-970207686320037284?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/970207686320037284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=970207686320037284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/970207686320037284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/970207686320037284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-myself.html' title='Missing myself'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SroCOxkmW0I/AAAAAAAABmI/RK2HnwZasDE/s72-c/Kanye+ASS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-4928886877568195540</id><published>2009-07-14T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:28:31.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen Mimi'/><title type='text'>The Blog Outside the Box MeMe</title><content type='html'>1. You are in court. You are in deep doo-doo. What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I probably took revenge on my sisters husband for breaking her jaw and nearly killing her. I don't think I should give details..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your blog just became a best-selling book .What is the title of the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the Depths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is midnight. The phone rings. It is Michael Jackson calling from the Great Beyond. What would you like to ask him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd like to ask him why he was so dissatisfied with his life. But I would probably ask him why the hell he was calling me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are having your future told. The fortune teller looks in the crystal ball, screams and leaves the room in fright.&lt;br /&gt;What did she see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My "go to bed" dance.... ROFLMAO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're blogging along minding your own blusiness (that's blog + oh...you know) when Google unexpectedly puts a Objectionable Content Warning on your blog. Your own mother is afraid to enter! What, pray tell, did you do to warrant it? How did this happen?Just how objectionable can you be? Do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've posted a photo of what John McCain and Sarah Palin really did on the campaign trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You suddenly become God Of The Universe. What would your first Commandment be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thou shalt get along DAMMIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And finally, what secret would you like to tell the &lt;a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pencil skirts are HOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-4928886877568195540?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/4928886877568195540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=4928886877568195540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/4928886877568195540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/4928886877568195540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-outside-box-meme.html' title='The Blog Outside the Box MeMe'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-7723899115411805014</id><published>2009-06-25T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:23:39.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Voice'/><title type='text'>SHE SPEAKS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MY MUSE!!!! She is back after a long, long hiatus. I don't know if I will be posting anything for a while, but I will try and update on my progress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am excited about this new voice. I think it's going to be wonderful if I can manage to rein in my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wish me luck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-7723899115411805014?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/7723899115411805014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=7723899115411805014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7723899115411805014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7723899115411805014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-speaks.html' title='SHE SPEAKS!!!!!'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-4490499833140905229</id><published>2009-06-22T12:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:07:33.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nemesis Jaymes'/><title type='text'>.....feelin sad.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-5IWr53BI/AAAAAAAABlo/yQgQW4UDulc/s1600-h/Chubby+Nem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350198435519257618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-5IWr53BI/AAAAAAAABlo/yQgQW4UDulc/s200/Chubby+Nem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a hot sunny day (for the moment). The perfect kind of day that Nemesis would've loved. She would lay out in the sun and show her belly to the world. They say that's a sign that they feel safe and loved. I always wondered how she could stand that heat on her. She would just get this little grin on her face like she was in heaven! It was the best thing in the world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would rub that belly all the time. She HATED it....lol.... she would make these squeeky noises to get me to stop and swat at my hands. She came into my life when Katrina did, along with her older sister Midnite. I only hoped that they would get to know me and like me. I didn't realize how much I would come to love them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-56baJF0I/AAAAAAAABlw/US1tSjZouLc/s1600-h/midnite+squint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350199295780394818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-56baJF0I/AAAAAAAABlw/US1tSjZouLc/s200/midnite+squint.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-56xIMxhI/AAAAAAAABl4/8lCwqM2oBiU/s1600-h/no+longer+enemies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350199301610718738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-56xIMxhI/AAAAAAAABl4/8lCwqM2oBiU/s200/no+longer+enemies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   (MIDNITE - 20yrs old)         (Callisto kitty -9 and Lana Mojo - 4) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They miss their sister. I miss her. I feel so sad....and hope we did the right thing by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-4490499833140905229?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/4490499833140905229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=4490499833140905229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/4490499833140905229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/4490499833140905229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/06/feelin-sad.html' title='.....feelin sad.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj-5IWr53BI/AAAAAAAABlo/yQgQW4UDulc/s72-c/Chubby+Nem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-5581562582407078609</id><published>2009-06-20T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:58:50.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a sad Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj0wtzGwr4I/AAAAAAAABlg/-mpB3-n2uU4/s1600-h/Nemi+Screen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349485495756828546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj0wtzGwr4I/AAAAAAAABlg/-mpB3-n2uU4/s320/Nemi+Screen.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nemesis Jaymes Valentino..... 6/99 - 6/20/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet girl had to leave us today. Her liver just gave out on her. She had such an interesting personality. Loved catnip and playing with her brother bunny Ashton. They are together now playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making the decision to let her go was probably one of the hardest things we've ever had to do. I loathe having to do it again soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was loved alot and will be very sorely missed.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-5581562582407078609?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/5581562582407078609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=5581562582407078609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/5581562582407078609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/5581562582407078609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-sad-day.html' title='Today is a sad Day....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/Sj0wtzGwr4I/AAAAAAAABlg/-mpB3-n2uU4/s72-c/Nemi+Screen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-324820353826399284</id><published>2009-06-14T05:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:02:24.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destructo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superhero'/><title type='text'>~~STRANGE~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SjTJBF-ILcI/AAAAAAAABlY/IHFQQz7DSJ4/s1600-h/th_ggg_14900.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347119678215433666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SjTJBF-ILcI/AAAAAAAABlY/IHFQQz7DSJ4/s320/th_ggg_14900.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, sometimes I have these really violent thought, visions, fantasies? I think about what I would do if someone broke into my home to terrorize and harm my family. I imagine myself disarming them and beating the living hell out of them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I imagine every single detail. It comforts me somehow. Imagining how I would react. Hoping it's how I would react. I would want them to be in pain and to suffer for trying to hurt me and my family. I have no sympathy for people who do these sorts of things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should probably state, I am NOT a violent person by nature. Not even a little bit. I have a notoriously loooong fuse. But I do go bananas at the end of that fuse. For example... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was in elementary school, (I must have been 10 or 11). I would wait for my older brother after school on the benches. This kid, his name was Chris Huff. Yes, I still remember it. He would ride by on his bicycle and throw things at me. I never did anything about it, until this day.... I was waiting for my brother and sure enough here comes Chris. He throws a football right at my head. I just kick it out of my way, turn the other cheek and all. I'm a lover not a fighter ya know? He has the nerve to pick it up and come at me again! This time I pick up the ball and kick it WAY out into the P.E. field. This only pisses him off, because he apparently wants to fight me or something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third time I see him coming, I just can't take it anymore. I wait for just the right second and jump up and tackle him off his bike. "STOP throwing things at me!" I growled at him pinned beneath me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He NEVER, EVER bothered me again. Not until High School when he asked me for a pen. It was pretty funny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't like conflict, but it sure feels nice to think about all those bullies whose asses I would kick. I am a sucker for the underdogs and the ones no one ever talks too..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, where'd I put my cape?! YAR!! HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-324820353826399284?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/324820353826399284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=324820353826399284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/324820353826399284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/324820353826399284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange.html' title='~~STRANGE~~'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SjTJBF-ILcI/AAAAAAAABlY/IHFQQz7DSJ4/s72-c/th_ggg_14900.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-8760226672310632767</id><published>2009-06-11T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:37:34.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless ramblings'/><title type='text'>Lezzie Ponderings.....maybe you can help....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so lately I have been having ramblings in my head. This is my attempt to clear them away and maybe have a little fun. Those of you who follow my blog...(hardy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;har&lt;/span&gt;...) sort of know that I ramble and sort through things oddly. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tonight's&lt;/span&gt; task is to sort through some ideas. Go with me....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Who was your first girl crush?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; My first girl crush was one of my pastors daughters. I remember telling my mom about it. Telling her I thought I was in love. She convinced me that it was just a deep friendship and admiration. I WANTED to believe my mom. I didn't want to "love" this girl. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; wrong. Little did I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Did you ever tell yourself lies to deny who you really were?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Yes, I did. I think I still kind of do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I would tell myself that we were just really good friends, and that this is what "girlfriends did. You know, touching each others hair and that sort of thing. I had NO idea how to act around girls. I didn't want to look at them too long for fear that they would THINK I was looking at them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;: the locker room at school. I was totally oblivious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Straight girls....what's the deal?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; seriously? What is the deal with crushing on straight girls? I mean, heck ya I totally have crushes on straight girls. The problem is when they flirt back. I am in a committed, happy relationship and my honey totally gets that I am a giant flirt. Also she is really cool with my best friend which rocks because my best friend is my straight girl crush! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....yea she knows it too and thinks it's funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. Am I the only one that thinks lesbians are super-sensitive and kinda hypocritical?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This one has been bugging me for a few days, only because of some of the stuff I've read on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AfterEllen&lt;/span&gt; re: Meagan Fox. Good LORD! It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for us to totally drool over her, but when she says something honest about who she is/was they jump all over her. Feel free to peruse the article on their website. Up-in-arms over the stereotype that they perpetuate. UGH! It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; frustrating. I am just wondering when we started taking ourselves so seriously? Honestly? I just want to be able to hold hands with my girlfriend and not get crazy looks or worry about getting beat up. Ya know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm rambling now....sorry. Feel free to post your answers in the comments. I really, really, would LOVE to hear some of your stories. My brain is trying to get things in order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Peace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-8760226672310632767?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/8760226672310632767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=8760226672310632767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/8760226672310632767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/8760226672310632767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/06/lezzie-ponderingsmaybe-you-can-help.html' title='Lezzie Ponderings.....maybe you can help....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-5118454317147118663</id><published>2009-06-09T06:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:47:04.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile....</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been terrible. I haven't been around much lately. We moved last week to a new apartment out of the "ghetto". It's been a HUGE adjustment for me. Agorophobes usually NEVER move, but I toughed it out and here I am getting settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the new place and so does Lana Mojo (the dog). One of our kitties turned yellow though so we are a bit concerned and treating her as best we can. I hope to get back to my creativity soon. Thanks for checking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-5118454317147118663?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/5118454317147118663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=5118454317147118663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/5118454317147118663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/5118454317147118663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-3023991134465267152</id><published>2009-04-13T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:14:59.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>......Tragic.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;The light began to fade as she felt his hands tighten around her neck. She could hear herself begging him to let her live. Her son cried in the other room, giving her strength to hold on. One more second, one more minute...please let me live....she begged. Let me check on the baby please.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Her voice was faint, blood choking her throat. Her nose broken she couldn't breathe. He picked her up and locked her in the bathroom. "Clean your face, i don't want you scaring the baby." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;She pulled herself to her feet. Tried to stop the bleeding, her jaw distorted in the mirror. "I have to go to the hospital." He told her to deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Desperate not to die she told him that if he didn't take her to the hospital he was going to jail for murder. She said she would tell them that she "fell". He made her promise as he drove her to the hospital and shoved her out of the car at the emergency room door. She told the nurse that she fell. The nurse called, bullshit and notified the police. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;The police came and arrested him in his car in the parking lot. He cried like a fucking bitch not to take him to jail. Meanwhile, she was trying to stay alive. Her mother rushing to the hospital to see her broken daughter. Stitches, bruising around her throat, broken ribs, broken jaw, missing teeth. Her beautiful face destroyed because of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;I can't help but feel anger. I can't help thinking about what would be different if she had a decent father growing up. If she didn't need their approval. If she didn't feel like she deserved this, somehow. I am baffled as she struggles still. Trying to find her way. Trying to make a life for herself. To get her children back. My heart is broken for her and I don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;She is stronger than she knows, she is loved more than she can imagine. She does not love herself. She doesn't know how. She knows how to get what she needs from them, and still the pain never really fades. She is an empty body, her spirit broken and defiled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-3023991134465267152?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/3023991134465267152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=3023991134465267152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3023991134465267152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3023991134465267152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragic.html' title='......Tragic.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-2933522056440744370</id><published>2009-03-23T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:54:32.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh Where has my little brain gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I missed St. Patty's day totally. My mom came into town, to take care of her dearest friend who had a double mastectomy. She's such a trooper and is doing so well. We are trying to get out of this dreary place we live. So much going on in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i have been trying to catch up with my blog friends and can't seem to get it together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My mom is soo funny, we went out for ice cream and the girl behind the counter didn't believe that we were mother and daughter. She thought we were just friends. My mom is going to be 60 this year. She sure got a kick out of that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had a great day with my niece and nephew at the park. They were so much fun. It's a little chaotic around here, I hope to get creative soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-2933522056440744370?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/2933522056440744370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=2933522056440744370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/2933522056440744370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/2933522056440744370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-oh-where-has-my-little-brain-gone.html' title='Where oh Where has my little brain gone?'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-7933360252001484338</id><published>2009-02-14T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:38:36.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piece oh shit dirty bastard'/><title type='text'>I am venting right now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what it says about HIM on his Myspace page......:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About me:I live my life with pride n respect. Its str8 up all bout the golden rule for damn sure. Im a single dad with 2 of the most beautiful n greatest kids n the world. I keep it 100% real 24/7 n if u cant keep it 100 too then u on the wrong page. But for those of u who can...much luv n respect n welcome to my page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It makes me gag. It makes me want to choke the life out of him. I am not a violent person. I am not a hateful or evil person. This guy is EVERYTHING that I hate. He is pure evil and he doesn't deserve the freedom he has. This is the man who demoralized my sister so deeply that she felt that she deserved to be beaten nearly to death. He played every one of her insecurities and convinced her she was worthless. She was forced to runaway. when she finally got the courage to do so, he convinced her to come back, that he'd changed. When she sent the police away, he broke her jaw, and her nose, and proceeded to choke her. Their young son was in the other room listening to the horror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's an animal, and my sister for some reason dropped the charges on him. She let him live. She let him continue to breathe and suck the life out of everyone around him. she finally left the state. She had to leave her son. She had nothing. He continues to act as if HE is the motherfuckin victim. He refuses to let my family see my nephew. He threatens to get a restraining order against my mother if she sends letters or cards to her GRANDSON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is such a piece of fuckin shit!! I am soo angry. I don't know what to do with the anger. It eats away at my spirit. I want him to suffer the way that he makes everyone else suffer. I worry about my sweet nephew who is subject to his fathers mood swings. I don't know what to do. There's really nothing I can do. I can scream and yell and vent. I can be upset, but it doesn't get me anywhere and it doesn't hurt anyone but me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where do you put this kind of thing? How do you compartmentalize it? I know I will never get past this. Sometimes it leaves me alone and then days like today when my mom calls me and tells me that she sent her grandson a valentine (because she loves him), she gets threatened with a restraining order. UGH! It's soo frustrating and annoying and I wish I could just cuss his ass out, but it would just be worse for my sister. He would take it out on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My only hope is that my sister gets her shit together and gets he son back. Then finally sends his pussy ass to jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sorry for so much cussin but sometimes it just feels right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-7933360252001484338?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/7933360252001484338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=7933360252001484338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7933360252001484338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7933360252001484338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-venting-right-now.html' title='I am venting right now....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-6033522901603590003</id><published>2009-01-22T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:06:02.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc Doodles I forgot to post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYx2HSlI/AAAAAAAABlE/8re5arzrFhs/s1600-h/Weave+the+Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294165406113024594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYx2HSlI/AAAAAAAABlE/8re5arzrFhs/s320/Weave+the+Sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYsAtpHI/AAAAAAAABk8/2Nx_Rf_iNLY/s1600-h/Watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294165404546868338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYsAtpHI/AAAAAAAABk8/2Nx_Rf_iNLY/s320/Watching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYmw7Y6I/AAAAAAAABk0/XS0gbD0WRCM/s1600-h/Runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294165403138483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYmw7Y6I/AAAAAAAABk0/XS0gbD0WRCM/s320/Runner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYbh5JpI/AAAAAAAABks/xq210Vv35KE/s1600-h/Little+Bubba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294165400122631826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYbh5JpI/AAAAAAAABks/xq210Vv35KE/s320/Little+Bubba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYApUiuI/AAAAAAAABkk/x87qySP-c0c/s1600-h/Foliage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294165392906029794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYApUiuI/AAAAAAAABkk/x87qySP-c0c/s320/Foliage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that comes out of my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-6033522901603590003?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/6033522901603590003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=6033522901603590003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/6033522901603590003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/6033522901603590003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/01/misc-doodles-i-forgot-to-post.html' title='Misc Doodles I forgot to post...'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXinYx2HSlI/AAAAAAAABlE/8re5arzrFhs/s72-c/Weave+the+Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-4657587204085178581</id><published>2009-01-22T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:01:14.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coloring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gina'/><title type='text'>Coloring with my sister....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXimJq3YCBI/AAAAAAAABkc/9r-6ihjhhfY/s1600-h/G+Fishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164047029602322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXimJq3YCBI/AAAAAAAABkc/9r-6ihjhhfY/s320/G+Fishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXimIWkOwVI/AAAAAAAABkU/HJ8KxxeZQAQ/s1600-h/Fishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164024400724306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXimIWkOwVI/AAAAAAAABkU/HJ8KxxeZQAQ/s320/Fishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The top one is my sisters and the bottom one is mine. We had a nice time doodling together. She's so talented. I wish she was well....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-4657587204085178581?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/4657587204085178581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=4657587204085178581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/4657587204085178581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/4657587204085178581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/01/coloring-with-my-sister.html' title='Coloring with my sister....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SXimJq3YCBI/AAAAAAAABkc/9r-6ihjhhfY/s72-c/G+Fishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-3331019677622750318</id><published>2009-01-19T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:11:54.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Self-loathing in S.FLA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The panic monster attacks without warning, and with no remorse. He climbs into my head and devours any self-esteem I've managed to grasp onto. He pokes and prods all my issues until I can't ignore them. He squeezes and tears and rips apart my soul. He makes me cry, and doubt myself. He thinks he can win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He will never win, I won't let him. I find ways to fight back. It's hard, but I fight. It hurts, but I fight. My friends bring shields and fight the monster with me. I feel ashamed that they even have to, but they understand. They love me no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am loved, I am blessed, I will persevere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-3331019677622750318?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/3331019677622750318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=3331019677622750318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3331019677622750318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3331019677622750318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear-and-self-loathing-in-sfla.html' title='Fear and Self-loathing in S.FLA!'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-3925631189054765846</id><published>2009-01-08T18:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:07:34.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWaHC8oH2dI/AAAAAAAABek/7SSLthxQsXc/s1600-h/Colorful+Wind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289063297097128402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWaHC8oH2dI/AAAAAAAABek/7SSLthxQsXc/s320/Colorful+Wind.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too big for me to scan, 16X20 art board markers, watercolor crayons and pencil....fun fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-3925631189054765846?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/3925631189054765846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=3925631189054765846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3925631189054765846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3925631189054765846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/01/colorful-rambles.html' title='Colorful Rambles'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SWaHC8oH2dI/AAAAAAAABek/7SSLthxQsXc/s72-c/Colorful+Wind.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-7446863516976786668</id><published>2009-01-07T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:07:43.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inappropriatly funny'/><title type='text'>Ashamed to Admit........</title><content type='html'>This CRACKS ME UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zq2bzM3LrRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zq2bzM3LrRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHeNPBNMWJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHeNPBNMWJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-7446863516976786668?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/7446863516976786668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=7446863516976786668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7446863516976786668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7446863516976786668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/01/ashamed-to-admit.html' title='Ashamed to Admit........'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-1336403658475850902</id><published>2009-01-06T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:27:23.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Random inspirations.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember looking out my window as the storm pounded the roof. I remember thinking that the rain used to hold such promise for me. A promise of hope, of new beginnings and fresh starts. I watched as the water lashed at my windows and saw headlights turn the corner and slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My heart fluttered in my chest when the car pulled into my driveway. My hands were shaking, and it seemed the rest of me was paralyzed. The car door opened to reveal her, the one person I could always count on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blondish brown hair hung in her eyes. I watched her stand beside her car, waiting...for me. She wore a pair of red converse, black slacks, with a white button down shirt. Somehow she didn't notice the rain that drenched her. She just stood there smiling, knowing I had seen her through my window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I rushed outside to greet her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Only then did she move towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"It's storming." She said. "I'm wearing my best shoes." Her quirky smile nearly made me melt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I looked down at myself and gestured, "I am NOT wearing my best shoes." I turned and ran back into the house, put on my purple converse and ran back outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"That's better." She grinned and took my hand. "Let's dance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I flung my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. "I will dance with you anytime, anywhere. With my best shoes on unashamed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't care if the neighbors were watching, it didn't matter if the world could see us. All that mattered was that she was there as she always promised. The music played as we laughed and danced...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one that makes me scream she said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one that makes me laugh she said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and threw her arms around my neck.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;---The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-1336403658475850902?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/1336403658475850902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=1336403658475850902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/1336403658475850902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/1336403658475850902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-inspirations.html' title='Random inspirations.....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-7709679029351933707</id><published>2008-12-31T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:02:41.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVt7WLGf21I/AAAAAAAABeE/qH2a9UzHdK4/s1600-h/Tree+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954208516791122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVt7WLGf21I/AAAAAAAABeE/qH2a9UzHdK4/s320/Tree+Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving these trees....it's a phase...I don't know and I don't care...I'm having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pencils, Charcoal and chalk....wheeee!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-7709679029351933707?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/7709679029351933707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=7709679029351933707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7709679029351933707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7709679029351933707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-love.html' title='Tree Love'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVt7WLGf21I/AAAAAAAABeE/qH2a9UzHdK4/s72-c/Tree+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-7226428452074409111</id><published>2008-12-31T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:46:42.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Need Is......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285918905765643314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVtbPSGuxDI/AAAAAAAABd0/MVIClpVDUkA/s320/All+We+need.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVtbPwVMR3I/AAAAAAAABd8/rOwU5RBLpYQ/s1600-h/Love+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285918913879361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVtbPwVMR3I/AAAAAAAABd8/rOwU5RBLpYQ/s320/Love+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, instead of stressing out about how to make my pictures perfect.....I decided to just make the pictures that make me happy. Art is all about how it makes you feel anyway. I hope you enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pencils, chalk and markers.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-7226428452074409111?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/7226428452074409111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=7226428452074409111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7226428452074409111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/7226428452074409111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-we-need-is.html' title='All We Need Is......'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVtbPSGuxDI/AAAAAAAABd0/MVIClpVDUkA/s72-c/All+We+need.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-3608171187804298708</id><published>2008-12-30T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:22:55.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVpKsytIe7I/AAAAAAAABds/OKgnNMpft7k/s1600-h/Roots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619246058470322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVpKsytIe7I/AAAAAAAABds/OKgnNMpft7k/s320/Roots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to be feeling creative again.....Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor pencils and sharpie markers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-3608171187804298708?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/3608171187804298708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=3608171187804298708&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3608171187804298708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/3608171187804298708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-roots.html' title='Beautiful Roots'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EpgDbLU04Fw/SVpKsytIe7I/AAAAAAAABds/OKgnNMpft7k/s72-c/Roots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-8005340835649944400</id><published>2008-12-24T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:26:47.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Precious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.logoonline.com/player/embed/newnownext" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.logoonline.com/player/embed/newnownext/configuration.jhtml%3fvid%3D324143%26autoPlay=false&amp;allowFullScreen=true&amp;hasContinuousPlay=false" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="never" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table width="400" bgcolor="#232324" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.NewNowNext.com" style="text-decoration:none; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:10px; font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Gay music and video from NewNowNext.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much &lt;a href="http://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Snarker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-8005340835649944400?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/8005340835649944400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=8005340835649944400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/8005340835649944400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/8005340835649944400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-precious.html' title='So Precious!'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-9203063783025435190</id><published>2008-12-23T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:11:24.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas is totally my favorite time of year. Full of promises and joy. Christmas music, family, friends and lots and lots of cookies.. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yea it's my favorite time of year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Most of my family this year is up in Arkansas with my mom and grandma. We couldn't afford to go this year, what with all this Bush fun flyin around... I think we are all feeling the pinch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I call up there a couple of times a day just to hear all the noise in the background. My brothers and sisters, and nieces and nephews. I miss them so much. My dad is here but... well we all know how that goes. We will be going down to my Aunts house in Miami. I love her, but the rest of the family I never really fit in with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas spirit makes all things bearable I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope you all have a peaceful and blessed holiday this year. I hope you are with the ones you love, or if you can't be, at least enjoy the ones you are with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My prayers remain, for peace and understanding for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PEACE ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Frannie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-9203063783025435190?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/9203063783025435190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=9203063783025435190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/9203063783025435190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/9203063783025435190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-5667500860162640457</id><published>2008-12-08T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:11:34.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love that Hahn!!! lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px; background:white; color:black; padding: 10px;text-align:center; border: 1px solid #333333;"&gt;Your rainbow is shaded&lt;b&gt; violet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="background: #d50080"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #d55580"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #d58080"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #556f80"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #554dff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #5500ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #aa00ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is says about you: You are a creative person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/rainbow"&gt;Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blatantly stolen from sexy &lt;a href="http://hahnathome.com/"&gt;Hahn at Home.!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-5667500860162640457?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/5667500860162640457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=5667500860162640457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/5667500860162640457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/5667500860162640457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-love-that-hahn-lol.html' title='Gotta love that Hahn!!! lol'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-380958592188465431</id><published>2008-12-08T07:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:19:23.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>***Dreams Rule***</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I watched them huddled together, and smiling. She did her hair twist and leaned closer to him. I grinned watching her weave her web, I had seen it so many times. Looking into his eyes, touching his leg. Her smile was disarming. I walked past them in the other direction, heading to my peaceful place in the sun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard my name on the wind as I walked by. I smiled knowing that she was telling him about me. There was no new relationship without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; of our friendship. How do you explain something like that? The closeness? The need to talk, touch, be around each other? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pillow filled tent was a welcome site, crawling in, I flopped on the overstuffed lumps of comfort. Opening the book I had been reading, I rolled onto my stomach and picked up where I left off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can I come in?" a face at the door. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Of course you can." I barely looked up. She always did this. "Wasn't your type?" I knew why she was here, I just don't think she did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I realized something." She said as she sat in front of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;? What's that?" I said, pretending to be uninterested. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I kept talking about you and I don't think he liked it. I realized that I didn't care if he liked it. I love you and if he can't understand that, he can't ever understand me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cool." I felt butterflies in my belly. This wasn't unusual. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She moved closer to me, leaning forward as she spoke, "I know it's not much." I could feel her breath on my face now. "But, I wanted to try this..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soft, her lips were so soft. I was paralyzed with shock. It was tender and gentle. I lost myself in the moment. I kissed her back, and felt her smile against my mouth. It was slow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delibrate&lt;/span&gt; and I knew it meant something to both of us.......... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DAMMIT!!! Sometimes the alarm clock really has bad timing!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-380958592188465431?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/380958592188465431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=380958592188465431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/380958592188465431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/380958592188465431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams-rule.html' title='***Dreams Rule***'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188921.post-2510309917733808511</id><published>2008-12-07T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:02:13.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Hate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jackblack"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38188921-2510309917733808511?l=paint365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/feeds/2510309917733808511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38188921&amp;postID=2510309917733808511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/2510309917733808511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38188921/posts/default/2510309917733808511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paint365.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-hate.html' title='Stop the Hate....'/><author><name>frannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928822394036719899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06933107001748274383'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>