<?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-3179605333719768912</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:33:55.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Your Pea Picking Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179605333719768912.post-2704142995634719500</id><published>2007-01-05T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:18:02.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Goodness!!</title><content type='html'>Lee, Sarah and Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kyria&lt;/span&gt; are now here and it's been awesome. We did our gift exchange right after we had supper everyone got really great stuff from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and Lee and we got them good stuff too. My gift from them was particularly great. They got me lotion, Body cream, and like sparkle stuff you also put on your body which I know doesn't sound that interesting, but all the products are also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flavoured&lt;/span&gt;, it's pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;. So not only will I smell pretty darn good I will also taste pretty darn good. Please no one take that as an invitation to come and lick me.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tongue &lt;/span&gt;only. Also I got some pretty cool underwear that have sheep on them which while we were in Wales all I was looking for was to get something that had sheep on it. If you don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; this already Wales is all about the sheep. But to put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;icing&lt;/span&gt; on the cake I also got boobs....ha ha yes boobs. If you all can recall remember when you were younger and got toys out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt; box and they had those Dinosaurs that you put in water and they swell up and kinda grow. Well it's the exact same thing but they're boobs. When I was younger I had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; with boobs, and not the reason your thinking. My sister got hers pretty early and so i was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; and everyone would make fun of me and say that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; had ant hills or swollen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mosquito&lt;/span&gt; bites. Since then my sister and I still have somewhat of an inside joke when it comes to me being flat chested.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways last night we were also watching a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and Lee filmed and brought for us to see it was all mostly cutie pie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kyria&lt;/span&gt;, but it also had the funniest cartoon on it which I thought was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; funny I had to put it on my blog to share with all of you, So here it is enjoy laughing your butt off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/3179605333719768912-2704142995634719500?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2704142995634719500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=2704142995634719500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/2704142995634719500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/2704142995634719500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my Goodness!!'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179605333719768912.post-6730828403029796682</id><published>2007-01-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:32:03.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea Their Coming!!!</title><content type='html'>So before I write anything I'd like to say my New Years why pretty fun! I went to the church and hung out with the youth. Which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; change for me I would usually go out to a party. I still had lots of fun and got to know more really cool people that go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jubilee&lt;/span&gt;. And we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hacky sack&lt;/span&gt; and it didn't look like I totally suck which I do, he fact that I did well at all was a complete and udder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fluke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On that note more great things are happening my sister , my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; and cutie little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kryia&lt;/span&gt; are coming, TODAY. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; excited. So excited I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; forgot everything, including the car seat we needed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kyria&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kyria&lt;/span&gt; was suppose to use Riley's old car seat from when she was a baby, but I had already let my class use it for taking home those stupid fake baby's and forgot to get it back.So I called around to see if I could find the student who had it. My mom got a hold of my teacher and he said "Oh Cassie didn't even tell me she needed the car seat back"! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;which I&lt;/span&gt; totally did, my teacher is a complete scatter brain. Who even a monkey could teach his class better than him.So anyways ,no go on getting my car seat until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what he said, I thought well duh!! So I called around to some of the girls that went to CASS(my old high school) who had baby's the same time as me. So I called around and I got a hold of one girl and she said I could borrow it for a few days which is sweet. I'm out of the dog house. I'm back to being really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for them coming not stressing anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179605333719768912-6730828403029796682?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6730828403029796682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=6730828403029796682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/6730828403029796682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/6730828403029796682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/yea-their-coming.html' title='Yea Their Coming!!!'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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-3179605333719768912.post-8415071804793981429</id><published>2006-12-28T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:20:15.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Impressed Face!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RZSK9Q_ILeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PWw6_7SEvvA/s1600-h/christmas+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013785070306602466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RZSK9Q_ILeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PWw6_7SEvvA/s320/christmas+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RZSKNw_ILdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xHTmdpZJ9A0/s1600-h/christmas+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy busy and really it's still not done, I equate New years as Christmas stuff and also my Sister and her Family still haven't come home so it's so not over for me at all which I absolutely love!! So Christmas eve went over to my Dads house, We had a pretty good time.Riley was playing with Cat my Dads wife, while me, my brother, and my Dad did karaoke. If you you know me, like really know me and I guess my whole entire family loves doing karaoke, but seriously who doesn't like karaoke if you don't theirs something seriously wrong with you and never talk to me again lol jk!! Any who um Christmas good fun little quiet, we didn't have everyone at our house like all the time all day soo it had it's boring parts, but still good mostly it was me mom Ron Riley and Josh the whole day which was weird and not big and loud, which that's the fun part about Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boxing day we got up really early ah 7:00. I hate getting up early if I'm not going to school. So we were headed up North Sudbury area where all of my moms family lives. Which I wasn't really all that excited about, because the last couple of years going up there have kinda sucked. To my surprise I had a really good time except for one point but I'll get to that. Anyways yeah really good time. Riley had lots of fun with the little cousins I hardly saw her the whole time we were up there she had a blast. Yeah so we got to do Karaoke once again it was mostly me and my cousin Eyla, we had lots of fun together, I always look forward to seeing her. So the main big part seeing like the whole family was fun. The next day we spent the whole day with my Aunt Nancy's Family. Which we haven't done I don't think since I was little. So I'm hanging out with Kit and Jenny and Jenny's ex boyfriend Jason, Yes ex but they'll get back together. So those three days were really good , and now here it is the crap of the great three days....dun dun dun, my grandma. While I was singing karaoke after I was done singing calls over to me from across the room and says Cassie come here for a sec. So I came over she puts her hand on my stomach and says and I quote "Cassie your getting quite the belly eh"? I can't believe she frigen said that, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was thinking in my head, your right you won't last another year cuz I'm gonna murder you right now. So I look at her and say, wow thanks alot Grandma and walk away and if what she said wasn't enough as I'm walking away she say oh and your getting a big butt like your mother. I just ignore her and go sit down, and really I was mad for a second and then I just wanted to cry, because it just made my think if my grandma notices who else does. But it's all good I know I'm not fat and I know that people love me and that's all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK next story when we get home from Sudbury the first thing that me and my mom do is go check messages. Really no one special on their. But then suddenly Josh my brother in a really said voice says, Hey mom it's me um ...sigh...when you get this message can you call the police station, Oh wait I forgot I have to tell you this first my brother's neighbour is really crazy and pulled a knife on him a couple of weeks ago my brothers fine the guy got taken away by the cops says when he gets out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's gonna come after him with shot gun. really I was worried but my brother says hes not, so I guess whatever. OK anyways on with the story. So he says when you get this message can you call the police station, my neighbour is back and he came up to my place and things got out of hand and I ended up throwing him down the stairs.Now I'm on trail for attempted man slaughter,I need you guys to come to the cop shop they have me in a holding cell, will you help me pay for bail.Well me and my mom start freaking out my heart almost stopped and my mom looks like shes gonna cry as she yells out what man slaughter. then a few seconds later the next message comes on and it's my brother, he say Ha Ha just kidding guys hope you had fun in Sudbury call me when you get this message. Then me and my mom say in unison I'm going to kill that little shit! I called my bothers house and left a message on his machine Josh you little @$$ I'm gonna kill you that sooo wasn't not funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my holiday so far, good times good times!!!&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/3179605333719768912-8415071804793981429?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8415071804793981429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=8415071804793981429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8415071804793981429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8415071804793981429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-impressed-face.html' title='Not Impressed Face!!'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RZSK9Q_ILeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PWw6_7SEvvA/s72-c/christmas+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179605333719768912.post-1904242632416993748</id><published>2006-12-20T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:19:31.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine like the Sun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So my mom has been telling us since I was was younger she probably told Sarah and Josh this too, but I'm not sure. That the reason people are drawn to us and the reason we have such an impact on people around us is because we have God in us.So the other day I decided to read my bible and see if I just opened it up would God give me something, never in a million years would I think this would work because I've done it before just for fun and found really nothing. Anyways I opened it up to a page and this page was in the book of judges , I looked down and read the line" Those who love the Lord shine as the sun". I was like wow that's really really weird. Then I didn't think anything of it. I was taking a bath and theirs this card in my bathroom that has no righting on it or anything I looked at it, in the inside it says; "Shine on". At the very bottom of the card in Small letters it says "Those who love the Lord shine as the Sun!" Judges 5:31. Is that not the craziest thing you've ever heard before. I thought it was pretty cool. So here it is tell me what you think God is telling me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179605333719768912-1904242632416993748?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1904242632416993748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=1904242632416993748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/1904242632416993748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/1904242632416993748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/shine-like-sun.html' title='Shine like the Sun!!'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179605333719768912.post-8814150209786565212</id><published>2006-12-15T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:46:16.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Done Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; easy. We had hockey games today at school, and all of our classes were 25 minutes long except first but we watched a movie. I didn't watch it I was a good girl and went and did work! So I went to two classes which was totally pointless since we were watching a movie in that class as well. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o I ended up leaving with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;. We got the car from my mom and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart,to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping. To our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supprise&lt;/span&gt; we saw probably our whole school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; of St.Mary's people there so I guess we all had the same idea. You know, going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; thing to do.I got pretty much all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping done I have 4 more people to buy for, which is pretty good for me since last year I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shopping like a week before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. After Christmas shopping we decided to go back to the school and watch the hokey game. So many people who went to the St.Mary's last year were there visiting because college students are done for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;. It made me feel like a loser to see some of my somewhat old friends and hear about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; college times. Stupid people you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; rubbing it in my face. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. but I guess I'm going next year so I'll be good then. I just hate the feeling when it feels like everyone are growing up and moving on and your still in one spot. I know my life is good though and things are great right now, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the devil trying to attack me, and make me feel all sorry for myself which I won't do life is good to me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179605333719768912-8814150209786565212?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8814150209786565212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=8814150209786565212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8814150209786565212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8814150209786565212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-done-early.html' title='I Got Done Early'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179605333719768912.post-8129182727611911328</id><published>2006-12-14T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:20:15.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Being Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RYH_80n2fmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_5lSeZfmhs/s1600-h/Rie+and+friends+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008565680995728994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RYH_80n2fmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_5lSeZfmhs/s320/Rie+and+friends+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So it's been almost two weeks and I'm still kinda sick the whole hacking up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flem&lt;/span&gt; kinda thing, it's quite delightful. Last week I was really sick and so was Riley.She was throwing up and stuff. Me I breath in and out really deep, that usually keeps me from spewing. Other then being sick things are going good. I have a new class for those who talk to me on a regular bases I was in Environmental Geography which was pure hell for me. It was a really boring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; and really no cool people to talk to. But anyways I begged to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;counsellor&lt;/span&gt; to get me out of the class even though the semester was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;half &lt;/span&gt;done. He said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; was no way he could do it and then I became depressed, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; but almost. Then a few days went by and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;counsellor&lt;/span&gt; called my house and said he could do something for me, I went to school and he took me out of that god forsaken class and put me in a save a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cedit&lt;/span&gt; class which is so easy I just had to laugh. So now I'm in the easiest class in the world and I'm with my friend Ryan who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, somewhat gross and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt; but funny, if you can believe it. God Bless me being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; that you have to do what I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&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/3179605333719768912-8129182727611911328?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8129182727611911328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=8129182727611911328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8129182727611911328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8129182727611911328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Sick of Being Sick'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RYH_80n2fmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d_5lSeZfmhs/s72-c/Rie+and+friends+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179605333719768912.post-8537530916464092131</id><published>2006-12-11T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:20:17.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Of Something Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RX2Y5Q37ovI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w1R1mar7tzk/s1600-h/Rie+and+friends+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007326470255387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RX2Y5Q37ovI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w1R1mar7tzk/s320/Rie+and+friends+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So hey y'all if you wanna know a little something about me here it is. My full name is Cassandra Lea Cunningham. I still attend high school sweet, sweet victory lap. Why the heck do they call it that, it should be called boring as hell lap. Anyways I have the cutest little girl in the world, and trust me there is no bias at all; if you saw her you'd think so too. So I decided to do a blog because I have alot to say most of the time and ha ha you all have to listen!! Today was a bus day and I have no feaking clue why... it's not even cold out there for there's prolly no ice. I went home tried to get back to sleep but it just wasen't working out, so I tried calling some of my "oh so kool" friends to see if they wanted to go christmas shopping and all those lazy butts were in bed. I was trying my best to wake a good lot of them, but like most teenagers they stayed in bed. Mean while I still didn't have anything to do. I called my good friend Kevin, always good for laugh, we joked about him walking from Otterville to Woodstock, me saying , oh come on it's not that far just a 2-3 hour walk , good exercise, right? So today is Kevin's birthday sweet, sweet 18 lol. So I got off the phone with Kevin and decided I'd call my ever lovin sista, as we both rant on the phone, me being bored until 12:00 which this is when my mom gets home for lunch, then , I'll get a ride to shop a few places for christmas. My sista ranting about something else does it really matter what she was ranting about she's always ranting and raving lol jk sar ;). But still I have fun talking to my sister, she's prolly my best friend and the person I always go to when I have a problem or problems. I miss my sis alot. Well thats it for today I'm sure I'll be a little more interesting when I don't sit at home and do abousolutely nothing!!!&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/3179605333719768912-8537530916464092131?l=kissycassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8537530916464092131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179605333719768912&amp;postID=8537530916464092131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8537530916464092131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179605333719768912/posts/default/8537530916464092131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissycassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/starting-of-somthing-great.html' title='Starting Of Something Great'/><author><name>Kissy Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849460686068379769</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/_VX6_yLI4sa8/RX2Y5Q37ovI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w1R1mar7tzk/s72-c/Rie+and+friends+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
