<?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-18110378</id><updated>2012-01-24T07:34:59.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So...This is my life....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-693603314546688825</id><published>2006-11-19T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:57:07.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you havent herd already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair and I are no longer living in Eureka. Yay!!! We have moved back!!! Its exciting...We are wanting a place back in Pekin, but until we are able to find a place in Pekin we are staying at my brothers house in Bartonville :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im pretty darn excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-693603314546688825?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/693603314546688825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=693603314546688825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/693603314546688825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/693603314546688825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-havent-herd-already.html' title='If you havent herd already'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-116275740507328260</id><published>2006-11-05T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:24.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few links you can go to...They are kinda intresting.....My favorite ones are the first two :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair had me add the last one.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pf7e4KqGOQQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pf7e4KqGOQQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbPDKHXWlLQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbPDKHXWlLQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=118010247"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=118010247&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats the only thing we could find for that one ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-116275740507328260?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/116275740507328260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=116275740507328260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116275740507328260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116275740507328260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-ask.html' title='Dont Ask'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-116165203965094089</id><published>2006-10-23T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:23.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shes gorgeous :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, So I got some more pictures of Destiny, and I thought I would share them with you all. She is almost a month old now.....She is getting big. She gained a pound since she was born. So now she weighs 8 lbs. 9 oz. Well that is what she weighed a week ago. So here are the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Doodle got to see her for the first time....Thats Blairs Hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Destiny Sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yet still sleeping....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting ready to cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Destiny...I took that myself :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me holding Destiny....I also took it by myself :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I absolutly Love this pic of her! It makes me laugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blair Holding her for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Sister Shalyn Holding Destiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Sister Niki Holding Destiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-116165203965094089?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/116165203965094089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=116165203965094089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116165203965094089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116165203965094089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/10/shes-gorgeous.html' title='Shes gorgeous :)'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-116028643664867707</id><published>2006-10-08T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:22.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally got to meet her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...So today was the first time I got to see Destiny. She is so tiny! She is so cute! We had Shalyn and my Uncle Rodneys b-day party-ish thing today. It was a pretty fun day! I was so excited to see Destiny. I got to hold her too!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There we are! So is beautiful!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got another but its not the best picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/random%20pics%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you cant really tell, thats Me holding Destiny, Austin, and April holding Lily. Lily kept trying to poke Destiny in the eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was pretty excited!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-116028643664867707?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/116028643664867707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=116028643664867707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116028643664867707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116028643664867707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-finally-got-to-meet-her_08.html' title='I finally got to meet her!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-116008019943167055</id><published>2006-10-05T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:21.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a pic of Destiny!</title><content type='html'>Ok..I finally got a picture of Destiny. Shes so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Destiny.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-116008019943167055?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/116008019943167055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=116008019943167055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116008019943167055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116008019943167055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-pic-of-destiny.html' title='I got a pic of Destiny!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-116001882115985841</id><published>2006-10-04T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:21.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly!</title><content type='html'>OK...I just came to mainly post this picture from church of preacher...Sorry about the glare...Its from the flash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="435" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2vi3wxt.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya gotta love em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-116001882115985841?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/116001882115985841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=116001882115985841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116001882115985841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/116001882115985841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/10/silly.html' title='Silly!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/2vi3wxt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115966304386305271</id><published>2006-09-30T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:21.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ER's are sooo boring!</title><content type='html'>SO...I just spent like an hour and a half at the Pekin ER with April and the girls. Lily has been getting sick since Thursday, and she wont eat. They told us she has the stomach flu =( She looks so miserable! I feel so sorry for her. It only took like 2 mins for the doctors to figure out what was wrong with her...The rest of the time we was just sitting there in bordem. Lydia kept flirting with a computer maintenance guy. Everytime he said hi to her she would smile and do this little ave, I guess thats what to call it. It was kinda cute. That was basically all I really did today. It was pretty boring...I kinda took over the hospital bed though. It was kinda comfortable. But yea...Thats basically my day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115966304386305271?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115966304386305271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115966304386305271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115966304386305271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115966304386305271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/ers-are-sooo-boring.html' title='ER&apos;s are sooo boring!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115939313279780317</id><published>2006-09-27T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:20.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Lynn</title><content type='html'>Destiny weighs 7 lbs 9 oz and is 18 inches long....And she has a head full of cole black Hair. Shalyn and Niki are excited that she is finally here. Damein...He is still trying to figure out where the baby came from......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115939313279780317?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115939313279780317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115939313279780317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115939313279780317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115939313279780317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/destiny-lynn.html' title='Destiny Lynn'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115935570415056280</id><published>2006-09-27T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:20.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So 5 hours later.....</title><content type='html'>So its been abou 6 hours after my last post....Well...Good News....ITS A GIRL! Melissa had Destiny Lynn at 5:15 this morning....My mom just got off the phone. They havent checked her weight or anything yet for some reason....When I find out I will let you know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115935570415056280?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115935570415056280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115935570415056280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115935570415056280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115935570415056280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-5-hours-later.html' title='So 5 hours later.....'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115933402270688837</id><published>2006-09-27T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:20.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its about 5 after midnight, Melissa called like 5 minutes saying she went into labor and that she is on her way to the hospital! She was due on Monday. Destiny Lynn is gonna be born soon! Im excited! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115933402270688837?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115933402270688837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115933402270688837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115933402270688837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115933402270688837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-about-5-after-midnight-melissa.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115842930812000524</id><published>2006-09-16T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:19.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shes Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, today my mom came home from the hospital. She has to watch what she eats, she found out she is diabetic, and she has to eat low cholesteral foods. She has to take breathing treatments every 4 hours to help her breath, and she also has a thing to blow into to help expand her lungs. The doctors also want her to move out of this house ASAP becuase they believe it is the cause of all this happening. The house is really old and it has lead paint and there is mildew in the walls. There is a thing here in Eureka that my mom has singed up for that helps you find a place and no matter the rent they can get it to where you can afford it with your income. It should help us alot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well also today, I got two of my books for school. So Monday, I Start School! Im kinda excited. I only need 8 more credits to graduate. They said I work at my own pace and if I get all 8 credits in this year I can go ahead a graduate. Its pretty cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115842930812000524?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115842930812000524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115842930812000524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115842930812000524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115842930812000524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/shes-home.html' title='Shes Home!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115826044732269045</id><published>2006-09-14T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:19.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:( :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, for those of you who dont already know, my mom isnt in the best shape right now. Yesterday she went to the Urgent Care at the Eureka Hospital because she has been having really bad chest pains and she hasnt been able to breath very well. Blair went with her and I went to church and she was put on the prayer list. A couple days ago for the first time she told me she has COPD-Choronic Obstructive Pulmary Disease... Yesterday was the first time she told Blair about it. She also told me she has alot of other health problems that she hasnt told us kids about because she dont want us to worry. At church I asked. Mrs. Sours what COPD was. She told me a little but church was getting ready to start so we didnt really get to talk much about it. I did find out though that it is a group of long-term(choronic) lung disease that make it hard to breath. Airflow through the airways leading to and within the lungs is partically blocked resulting in difficulty breathing. As rhe disease gets worse breathing becomes and it may be hard to carry out everyday activities. It can be treated for, but it cant be cured. I got that there information off the internet....Well anyways...My mom was able to come home from the hospital last night around 7:00. She went in at about 4:00. She has a doctors appointment today. My Aunt Edna took her. My mom called me and told me that the doctors had her go to St. Fransis Hospital. She said she didnt know if they were going to admit her or not, but she said she would call me to let me know anything. That was at around 10:30 to 11:00 this morning.  Its almost 2:00 now and I still havent herd anything back from them. I guess my Aunt is still with her at the hospital. Last night they told her if she didnt go into Urgent Care when she did it would of been to late and she would of had to be on a resporator. Thats all I really know right now, I will be sure to post more when I know more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also...In case any of you have been trying to get to Blairs blog, she has deleted it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115826044732269045?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115826044732269045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115826044732269045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115826044732269045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115826044732269045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=':( :('/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115800757181698907</id><published>2006-09-11T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:19.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few days</title><content type='html'>OK...So Miss Naomi and the teen girls did some things on saterday together. First we walked around the Art in the Park thing at the Pekin Marigold Festival. After words we went to Stake N Shake. Mrs. Courtney met us there, and Morgan came then too. Thats all we did really. My cousin Candace came along also. She went to church with Us on Wednesday, and then she went Sunday morning and night, and then went to the Teen Afterglow also....She said she was going to go this coming up Wednesday also. I think it will be kinda cool having her come now. If you all though Morgan was loud......Candace is like 3 times as loud as Morgan...OK well anyways here are some pictures from Saterday....Miss Naomi and Courtney did the picture taking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="489" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics001.jpg" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="487" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics004.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blair and Candace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="452" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics006.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK...Morgan took this picture of me drinking my Pop Rock Milkshake... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="489" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics007.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group.In case you cant see it well.... Back Row: L-R. Morgan, Mrs Naomi, Candace D. Andera, Blair. Front:L-R Candace T.(cousin) Me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was saterday....I had more of the group inside stake n shake but they wouldnt load on my computer....If I can get it later I will post them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So Sunday at church we had a moment of silence for the whole 9/11 thing. We sang a song after that. As we was singing I was thinking where I was and what I was doing. I was at my house on Henretta in my room. I was home from school with Pink eye. I was 11. I didnt really care much then because I didnt really know what the World Trade Center was. Now that I know, it makes me cry when I here about it or see things about it. All day today I have been watching 9/11 videos on youtube.com. Its kinda depressing. Then I can hear the tv talking about it all. I cant believe it has been 5 years already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I do have some pictures of the crew from Sunday and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="515" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics020.jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok this is part of the crew on the bus after we dropped a couple of the kids off..We got...Charles, Leah, Gracie, Candace T. and Andera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="575" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics021.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair singing a song.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="482" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics015.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="586" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics014.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me...Austin took my camera and took the picture...I have no idea what I was doing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="493" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics016.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course you just have to have a picture of Miss Gracie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="527" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics017.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="553" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics033.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morgan and Gracie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="570" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics018.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gracie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/?action=view&amp;current=TessasPics019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="575" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/TessasPics019.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet again...Miss Gracie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well thats all for now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115800757181698907?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115800757181698907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115800757181698907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115800757181698907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115800757181698907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115760301910516328</id><published>2006-09-06T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:18.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A real Post for once!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, I just got home from church like 15 mins ago...So Miss Naomi picks me and Blair up in Goodfield for church...We had my cousin Candace come to church with us...She seemed to like it. She is going with us teen girls Saterday for like dinner and going to the Marigold Festival. Then she is going to church with us Sunday..Well Anyways....We got to Preachers house and walk in side, then we hear this little voice "You're back!" I look up and there stands Gracie! She said hi to us girls and then shook our hands...It was weird having her shake me hand...She never does only during the hand shakes...Well we had supper, then me and Candace went with Miss Naomi over to the church and organized the hymnals and checked the offering envelopes. Church started, and I looked down and Gracie who was sitting down by Mrs. Rowell. She looks back at me with this really HUGE grin on her face. But then after church We took some pictures which I have and Im posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gracie and myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gracie in my tanning goggles...Preacher came in and her exact words to him where "Look Papa, Im an Ant!" It was so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gracie playing with my cell phone!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my cousin Candace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well thats all for now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115760301910516328?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115760301910516328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115760301910516328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115760301910516328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115760301910516328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/real-post-for-once.html' title='A real Post for once!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115751894276274004</id><published>2006-09-05T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:18.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK..So...I kinda have this Addiction...</title><content type='html'>I have recently descovered I have this new addiction...Not to like drugs or alcohal or anything like that, but to icons, and pixels, and pictures....I have tons on my computer! Just aske Blair! She will tell ya....I dont mean like regular every day pictures though...Different ones....So yea...This post is gonna be like all my icons and pixels and such....Some are really cute, some are funny, and what not...So yea....&lt;br /&gt;First is the pixels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/z41621312.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/z41621089.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/z41621059.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/z38313436.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - 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I will post the rest some other time.....In a different post....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115751894276274004?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115751894276274004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115751894276274004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115751894276274004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115751894276274004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/oksoi-kinda-have-this-addiction.html' title='OK..So...I kinda have this Addiction...'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115742981174726182</id><published>2006-09-04T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:17.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I know it has been awhile since I have updated....Its not my fault..Blogger wouldnt let me sign in for some reason. It is letting me now though. In the lasy update I told you all I dislocated my shoulder...Well it is doing better now, and I havent fallen down the stairs since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, School has done started for most people, but not for me! I am being home schooled this year. There is a reason for this, and Im getting to that. Well I didnt finish the last two weeks of school in Benton because we moved back up towards Pekin, and Benton refused to give me my credits for the time I was there, and Pekin High said they couldnt do that. So if I were to go to a Public School, I would have to take my sophmore year all over again, but if I got home schooled I could go to my junior year. Its weird I know, I dont really understand all of it either. The homeschooling we go through is called American School, its main place is in Lansing Illinois, but they have a place in Peoria. I only need 16 credits to graduate throught them, and I work at my own pace. If I can get all 16 credits by the end of this year I can go ahead and graduate and get my high school diploma. It shouldnt be to hard for me to get the 16 credits, cause Last I checked I had like 11 credits already....So yea....I think it will be pretty easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So something else now...I went to church on Sunday 2 weeks ago, and I got a pretty big surprise...&gt;Damein finally got his hair cut! I know its hard to believe....But he got it cut...And No Shalyn or Niki didnt cut it for him. Im not gonna explain his hair cut, cause if I did, it would sound pretty crazy...So...Im just gonna show you a pic instead....Ok first is a pic of when I saw him last at the church picnic before he got his hair cut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="1282" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/random031.jpg" width="948" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another little angle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="1212" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/random035.jpg" width="1046" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the after the hair cut.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="1274" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/random036.jpg" width="722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Angle of his new hair cut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="1383" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/tessa_marie_16/random034.jpg" width="1220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His hair cut kinda reminds me of Angelina Jolies son Maddox....I think that was what they were wanting to do because Melissa was saying it is a mohawk..But it really isnt....I dont have what the back of his hair looks like...Thats the part that looks goofy...I will try to explain in....There is still hair about the width of the top of his hair and he still has the tail that he had before....I like the hair cut, all except for the back of it....Its just goofy looking....But he is my nephew and I will love him no matter what his hair looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115742981174726182?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115742981174726182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115742981174726182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115742981174726182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115742981174726182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-i-know-it-has-been-awhile-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115414228851505567</id><published>2006-07-28T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:17.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain/New house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im pretty much in alot of pain right now..The other night I dislocated my left shoulder. It still is. Im not really sure how I did it either but me and my mom are thinking it is from the other day when I was walking down our stairs and my foot slipt and I fell. My uncle tried to relocate it, but it hurt really bad and I made him stop.Now I am still suffering from the pain. We have lived in the new house for only a week and a half and I have fallen on those stairs twice. So yea...It hurts.I was helping my mom move a mattress last night and and was pulling with my one good arm and my cousin was pushing and she pushed a little to hard causing me to be pushed into the wall hitting my dislocated shoulder...It hurt really bad I almost cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we are slowing getting the house put together. It starting to look nice. We still have alot of work that we have to do, but there isnt much that I can do to help right now. I cant lift anything. But we do what we can. We will get it there eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115414228851505567?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115414228851505567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115414228851505567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115414228851505567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115414228851505567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/painnew-house.html' title='Pain/New house'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115362740649096927</id><published>2006-07-22T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:16.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I got a letter from Chris today. He says he should be home in 4 1/3 to 5 years maybe less after he is sentenced. He says he isnt going to be messing around with the drugs and stuff anymore when he gets out. He says he is going to be a different person. He is wanting to go to rehab and get his life straighened back out. He also said he has been going to church and bible classes every sunday, wednesday, and thursdays. He did 50 bible lessons and got a certificate then he did another but its only 6 lessons in the book and he should be getting another certificate for that.  He said He feels good when he goes to church. He likes it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that is totally awesome that he is starting to go to church now and he enjoys it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shalyn and Niki were here a couple weeks ago, they were telling me that they missed daddy. There was this one thing Shalyn said that brought tears to my eyes...These were her exact words: "When daddy gets out of Jail he will be a good daddy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she said it I was thinking, he wasnt going to change, but once I read his letter I got to thinking maybe he will change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shalyn, Niki, Damein, and Melissa are all staying the night. They are watching Pirates of the Caribbean right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa found out for sure she is having another girl. She is naming her Destiny Lynn. I feel so sorry for Damein. He is the only boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well yea...Thats the recent happenings of things in my life right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115362740649096927?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115362740649096927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115362740649096927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115362740649096927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115362740649096927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/letter.html' title='Letter'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115315680336273156</id><published>2006-07-17T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:16.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick your own title for this one.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok..Umm...I just got back from going to court with my mom. We went because today my brother Chris was suppose to be sentenced. Well He didnt really get that...Yet...They gave him 30 days so that he can Call up family and have family come in to visit him before he is sentenced. Once he is sentenced he will find out how many years he is facing, last time I checked it was 12 years. He may get more but then again he may get less. I went becasue It will pretty much be the last time I see him until he gets out. When he gets out I will most likely be around the age of 30. So yea. It was kind of depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways, Morgan has a blog Now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moEbrown.blogspot.com"&gt;www.moEbrown.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115315680336273156?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115315680336273156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115315680336273156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115315680336273156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115315680336273156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/pick-your-own-title-for-this-one.html' title='Pick your own title for this one.....'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115268584390228421</id><published>2006-07-12T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:15.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More of them pics from camping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im continuing my pictires from last time.....I dont know if I will do them all though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Mo back at the tent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lydia and Lily Dancing around to the music at Keraoke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lydia Dancing...i think....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Candace, Morgan, and Me acting weird back at the tent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Lydia, and Morgan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily Playing with my cell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mor&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Morgan and Lily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cutest pic of all....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Tessas%20Pics%20101.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily clibed into the back of her stroller while we was packing everything up to go home...I just had to take a pic of it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yea....That is about all my pics...I have tons more...But they are mainly of Me Morgan and Candace...I figured you all didnt want to see a whole bunch of pictures of us being weird so I didnt include them....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115268584390228421?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115268584390228421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115268584390228421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115268584390228421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115268584390228421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-of-them-pics-from-camping.html' title='More of them pics from camping!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115256853553398142</id><published>2006-07-10T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:14.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family went camping again. This time Morgan got to come with me. The first night my cousins were there with us, but left....Ok so here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the camp site, unpackes everything..Got camp set up...After that me Morgan and my cousins Candace and Cameron hit the pool where we spent most of out time. The pool goes from 3 to 10 foot. We took lots of pictures. It was great. After we swam most of the day, we got our showers and then we went to the Keraoke that they had there. Her are some pictures from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My cousin Candace and Morgan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morgan and my cousin Cameron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those are the pics from swimming....Well Not all of them, but a few of them....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some of us at Keraoke...and No we didnt sing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mo and Candace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Candace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Mo doing something....Not sure what...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok welll Yea....Those are pics from day one of camping....I have more from back at the camp site before bed....I will post them up next time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115256853553398142?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115256853553398142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115256853553398142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115256853553398142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115256853553398142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115203097974957456</id><published>2006-07-04T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:14.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have fun and stay safe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18110378-115203097974957456?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115203097974957456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115203097974957456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115203097974957456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115203097974957456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy4th-ofjuly-have-fun-and-stay-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115198771451634632</id><published>2006-07-03T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:14.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea...Today was pretty boring just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up earlier the usual. I got up around noon. I normally dont get up til about 3. ...Well I got up, then me and my mom left and went out to eat. After that, We started our mission on finding Bobby a spongebob birthday cake and balloon.s Today was his birthday and he was coming up from Benton. Do you realize How hard it is to find a Spongebob Cake and Balloons! We looked Everywhere! I finally found one at Krogers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove around Pekin for awhile...Looking at different places that were for rent and getting the numbers. We eventually got back home, waited till 5 to go pick up the cake, and then took the cake back to the house, then went to my unlces house in Eureka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Eureka....Pretty Boring...My cousin Candace did nothing but talk on the phone to some guy she knows. I sat texting Morgan. Like usual. My brother called there from Joe and Aprils and he came over...We told him to bring the cake with him...We had the cake there....My aunt had to tell my mom about an apartment that is for rent across the street from them. Of course...My mom had to go look at it.....SO yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving to Eureka now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....The whole point of moving back up this way was to Move back to PEKIN....Not Eureka.....its a totally differnt county.......Pekin is Tazwell...Eureka is Woodford....So Yea...Im depressed about that. Its a two bedroom....My mom has to take the guy $200 tomarrow when we go there for the cookout....SHe gives him the rest when he gets back from where ever it is he is going......Its a total of $490.....My mom is trying to get me intrested in the place....She was like its really nice.....It already has some furnature in there, and in the kitchen area there is a hidden door that will take up up somestairs to a little storage area....I was thinking in my head...Woo Hoo a hidden room....Im so excited....But thinking it with no excitment.....So yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am at home....Sitting here...being bored out of my mind......Fun fun....Now I am gonna go...and continue being bored....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115198771451634632?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115198771451634632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115198771451634632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115198771451634632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115198771451634632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/07/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115134331389594767</id><published>2006-06-26T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:13.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from camping. It was alright. It could of been better. We went to Yogi Bear Jellystone National Park in Goodfield. We stayed Saterday and Sunday night. Saterday we stayed in a cabin. Sunday it was the tents. The bed in the cabin felt like you were sleeping on the floor and in the tents....We were sleeping on the grounds....I ended up sleeping in  a 6 person tent by myself....my mom ended up sleeping in the car, cause the ground was too hard for her back. It was Me, my mom, my uncle jeff, Joe, april, lydia, and lily that all went. Saterday night there was a live band that played...It was awesome. I think they were pretty good. The best part about it, was I got to drive the car....My mom and Joe both say I did better then Blair did on her first time driving. The speed limit through the place was only 5 miles per hour. But I backed up, went up and down hills, turns, Parked, and everything. It was exciting....Everytime someone had to go to the bathroom or something and we didnt want to walk I would go with and be like...Can I drive!?! i was excited about it. But yea...Im kinda sun burnt on the shoulders....I have a huge blidter of the top of my foot from my shoes. But yea...it was kinda fun...we are going back in a couple weeks. This time I think it will be more fun, cause I can take a friend with me...But yea....it was alright....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115134331389594767?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115134331389594767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115134331389594767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115134331389594767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115134331389594767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-got-back-from-camping.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115058756604071902</id><published>2006-06-17T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:13.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Semi-Finalist</title><content type='html'>OK...I got a letter in the mail today. A couple months ago I went to Poetry.com and submited a poem that I had wrote.  Her is what the letter had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Contessa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After carefully reading and discussing your poem, our Selection Committee has certified you poem as a semi-finalist in our International Open Poetry Contest.  Your poem will automatically be entered into the final competition held in July 2006. As a semi-finalist, you now have an excellent chance of winning one of the 104 cash and gift prizes--Including the $1,000.00 Grand Prize. You nay even win the $10,000.00 Annual Grand Prize! We wish you the best of luck as you compete for these prizes in the coming weeks (a list of prizes is encolsed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And thats not all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contessa....Imagine Your Poem Featured on a Page by itself in a Beautiful Coffee-Table Edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of the unique talent that you have displayed, we also wish to publish your poem in its own page in what promises to be one of the most highly regarded collections of poetry we have ever published....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immortal Verses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Immortal verses, scheduled for publication in Fall 2006, will be a classic, coffee-table quality hardbound volume--printed in two colors on fine-milled paper specifically selected to last for generations. It will make a handsome addition to any library, a treasured family keepsake, or a highly valued personal gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Obligation Whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before going any further, Contessa, let me make one thing clear...Your poem was selected for publication, and as a contest semi-finalist, on the basis of your unique talent and artistic vision, In the regard, you are under no obligation whatsoever to submit any entry fee, any subsidy payment, or to make any purchases of any kind. Of course, many people do wish to acquire a book that features their poetic artistry.  If this is the case, we welcome your order--and guarantee your satisfaction. Please see the enclosed material for special discount infomration if you would like to order or reserve a copy of Immortal Verses, with a small deposit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So What Happens Now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I mentioned, your poem has automatically been advanced to the final competition--so you fo not need to take further action on the contest at this time. However, regarding the publication of your poetry, you must proofread your poem, which appears on the enclosed Artist's Proff. Please carefully review for typographical errors and make any necessary changes. The Artists Proff also verifies that ""is you original work of art. And Contessa, let me assure you, your poem remains your prperty--Immortal Verses is copyrighted as a complilation. The copyright notice is in your name. This means that you retain the copyright to your own work of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tou must also decide if you would like to have some personal information about yourself and you poetry included in this elegant edition. You are welcome to include you motications, the meaning poetry has in your life, the story behind your poem, or your personal philosophical point of view. Your biography will be printed on a page by itself, directly across from your poem--you will have two full pages in the book devoted exclusively to you and your artistry. And although we much not charge a nominal typesetting fee for this service, you are under no obligation to include this information. Your poem can be published without it if you wish. Please see the enclosed Artist Profile for further information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the meantime, our design department has already begun working on the distinctive layout for the page that will be devoted to your poem. But remember, you must complete the enclosed Artists Proof and return ir to use as soon as possible. And, if you wish to order and reserve a copy of Immortal Verses at a special pre-publication discount, please return the enclosed Pre-publication Discount Reservation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again, Congradulations, Contessa. We feel you have special talent and look forward to the publication of your poem in Immortal Verses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sincerly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Howard Ely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Managing Editor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S.    Contessa, you should be genuinley proud of your accomplishment. Of the thousands of poems we read year, only a fraction can be published. We are pleased that "" will  be featured on a page by itself in this classic publication. And, if you order Immortal Verses, we are so confident that you will love both the quality and the edition and the way your poem is presented, we can proudly offer an unconditional maney-back guarantee. If for any reason you are dissatisfied, your money will be promptly refunded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.S   As a poet chosen for publication, you will also be eligiable to attend The Internationla Society of Poets Summer Convention and Symposium, to be held at the legendary Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, NV, July 20-23, 2006. Keep the date, a formal invitation will be sent to you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that is the letter if you were wondering about how a couple times there was a  "" that is because I dont have a title for my poem yet. It is still to be named. Now Im guessing you all would like to read the poem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mistakes never cease to rot my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theres nothing left in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It becomes so familiar to be torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The agony has taken over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm slipping, but theres no one to break my fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You use to be my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now I've lost it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My bleeding heart is set on fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Darkness, my hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet love and desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I let myself trust in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The betrayals setting in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is my poem that has made it to the semi finalist of this contest. I didnt even think it would make it that far.  Here are the list of prizes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; First Prize of $1,000.00, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24 Second Prizes of Limited Edition solid Silver medals (retail value $50.00)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;79 third Third Prizes of limited Edition broze medals(retail value$25.00)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An annual Grand Prize of  $10,000.00 in cash is also awarded each year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eligibilty: &lt;/strong&gt;This contest is open to all poets wheter published or not, and regardless of expericance. Current and former employees of poetry.co, the International Library of Poetry, or the International Society of Poets, and their relitives are not eligible. All poems must be 24  lines or fewer. Only one entry per contest. We cannot return entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decisions:&lt;/strong&gt; Judges are members of the International Library of Poetry Selection Commettee. Entries are judged on the basis of originality, creativity, imagination, characterization, artistic quality, and the adherence to line limits. All judges decisions are final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea, So I will keep you all updated on what goes on. It says all winners will be notified my mail, So I guess I just have to wait and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115058756604071902?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115058756604071902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115058756604071902' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115058756604071902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115058756604071902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/06/poem-semi-finalist.html' title='Poem Semi-Finalist'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-115005152961484275</id><published>2006-06-11T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:12.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like just got home from church. Today seemed to be kinda good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out on the bus, when we picked up Shalyn, Niki, and Damein. Shalyn was the first of the three to get on. She sees me and run to me and gives me the biggest hug EVER! Then Niki. She did the same thing. I put them in the seat with me. Damein comes next. He sees me and reaches right for me. Its amazing to see how much they have grown up. I dont get to see them much now, so I am always excited for Sundays when I do get to see them. Damein never really talks much in the mornings though. It awesome though to hear the girls singing along with the songs now. They are loud you can actually hear them even if you are a couple seats away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sunday School rolled around, we was all talking about how Hobby Lobby is boring, and fake flowers smell like old people, and how WalMart has its own smell. It took me a little to notice but once I did...I looked over at Leah and said "Oh my Gosh, the girls are out numbered by boys for once!" Both Leah and I look at the people sitting around the table. We had the boys from the class next to us in there....Thats the only reason why. We had:Me, Leah, and Andrea for the girls, and Charles, Aaron, John, James, Ben, Joshua and antoher boy there....I dont remember his name....John, Ben, and James were visitors  that were there with the Huletts. Joshua is a regualr just from the next class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning service comes around...Just like all the others. Shalyn and Niki are now starting to sing some of the songs we sing alot. Its just amazing to see how much they have changed since the very first time that they came out of the nursery and into the services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home, Damein really started talking. Wasnt really saying anything, just babbling. He is so adorable. Morgan calls him mullet man. Its only because of the way his hair is cut...its not a mullet, just kinda like one in a way..... But anyways, Damein is a really good listener. He stands up and you tell him to sit down, and he does. He does just about everything you ask him to do. Its amazing, he isnt even 2 years old yet, but he listens really well. He can say a few words. He can say Hey, No, Bye, Love you,  Yea, and a few others. Those are just the ones I have herd him say. He is a really happy kid. He always has a smile on his face. He even shares his bus snack with me. He will hold it toward me to have me take a bit. He use to be really shy towards people at the church, but now he will let others hold him. Well mainly the ones that work in the nursery, like Sis. Karen, and Mrs. Renee. Those are the main two he will go to. He still cry s a little when you put him in the nursery though. Not nearly as much as he use to.  They kids are just growing up so darn fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-115005152961484275?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/115005152961484275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=115005152961484275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115005152961484275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/115005152961484275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-just-got-home-from-church_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114981380185626798</id><published>2006-06-08T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:10.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Blair is now officially gone until Augest. Kinda Strange knowing I wont see her for like 3 months. Sunday night we had a fellowship downstairs for her. I only got one picture...Its a pretty good one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant really see it, But after everyone left, Bro. Farlin being the pest he is, decided to run after Blair with Sour Cream and Onion Dip....he got her....Blairs words "I never knew an old person could run so fast." You can kinda see a little in her hair there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon, Blair wanted to get together with some friends and do something. Brian, Andrea, Kayla Lemons, and myself all went to the Pekin Park with Blair to just hang out and spend some time together. I got some pictures, but they are not the best, cause it was kinda bright out, and I didnt have my digital camera with me so I had to use my picture phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken next to the Lagoon. We were all sitting on a bench talking. Brian was messing around with Kayla's cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea was digging in the dirt with a stick. She says she was digging a hole to China. Blair being the positive person that see is says "Well look at the bright side, at least you are halfway there!" She was only maybe about an inch into the ground......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/6435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/6435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian decided he wanted to dig too, so he started his own little hole. It turned out kinda into a flicking dirt war. Brian would flick some towards Andreas hole, then Andrea would flick it right back into Brians hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/6574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/6574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Brian and Andrea got done digging their holes to China, we walked over to the swings. We all swang for awhile, but Andrea stopped and she went and sat on the ground, I shortly joined her. Here is Kayla and Blair swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, Kayla had to leave. The rest of us sat and talked for awhile. Well mainly Blair and Brian. Then Andrea had to go, and so did Brian, cause he had work. Brian gave Andrea a ride home, Then Blair and I walked to Jerrys where we waited for Miss Naomi to come and pick us up for bowling with all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was pretty fun. I have no pictures from that, cause my phone died, and I forgot my camera in the car. We had Miss Naomi, Mrs. Renee, Morgan, Leah, Candace, Andrea, me, and Stephanie. Stephanie wasnt from the teen groupl, but it wasnt a teen activity. Stephanie is a friend of Blairs from School, and Andrea's too I think. I know Andrea knows her from,I think,  Averyville. Im not 100% sure on that. I have met her once before at a youth conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea....These were the last moments anyone got to spend with Blair before she left to work out at camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114981380185626798?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114981380185626798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114981380185626798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114981380185626798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114981380185626798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-blair-is-now-officially-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114920561603476780</id><published>2006-06-01T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:10.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok,well these past couple of days have been pretty wicked! Sunday Night, Morgan and Candace came and stayed with me and Blair. That night we had a total of 13 people staying in this 2 bedroom house. We had Joe, April, Lydia, Lily, mom, Blair, Me, Morgan, Candace, Melissa, Shalyn, Niki, and Damein. It was crazy! It was crazy! Me and Morgan stayed up to about 2:00 in the morning. Candace went to bed about 1:00. Blair...Went to bed....umm...not sure the time, but it was kinda early. Thats usual for her though. Blair slept on the couch, Me, Morgan, and Candace slept on my bed, Melissa and the kids slept on the floor in the living room. My mom...well, she didnt go to sleep. She stayed on the computer all night. Joe, April,Lydia, and  Lily all slept in there own beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candace pushed Morgan off the bed some how through out the night. Since we were in the basement, the floor must not of been to soft.  According to Candace, me and Morgan squished her in the middle of the bed. It was all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Morgan, Candace, and I  went to the movies. We saw "See No Evil". It was my second time going.  The first time Blair was with me and she like ruined the whole thing. So this time was much better. If you like gory movies, you should definetly go see this movie. It was WICKED!  After the movie we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: For those of you who dont really know me that well, when I say wicked, it mean cool, awesome, or some other form of those two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday, Shalyn, Niki, Damein, and Melissa stayed again.  My mom took us all...Lydia, Lily, Shalyn, Niki, Damein, Blair, Me, Melissa, and April...All down to the new river front they have in Pekin.  There  is this water fountain thing that the  kids can play in. Its really cool. The kids had a blast. I had fun too, cause I was going through it with Damein and the rest of the crew. They played at the park by the river too.  After they played for a little while we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home the kids all ran around and played outside and on the porch. They watched a couple movies too. When it became bedtime, April put Lydia and Lily to bed, then Shalyn and Niki decided that they wanted to sleep downatairs with me. Well Since they wanted to watch a movie downstairs, (thats how they get to sleep)  I had to go back upstairs.  Damein picked out the movie.  He picked Barbies The Nutcracker. He wanted to watch it too. So I took him down and sat him on the bed in between Shalyn and Niki.  He kept wanting to get up but then he eventually stayed down. He was the first to sleep. Then it was Niki. After it was over Shalyn decides to Sleep upstairs with Blair. Blair let Shalyn pick out a DVD to watch. She started to watch Charlie and the Choclate Factory, but it started skiping. Then they put in Sharkboy and Lava girl.  She still wasnt asleep. She decided to watch Barbies Swan Lake.  If you are wondering where the parents are, they were out grocery shopping. The time about now is around 12:00. I went back downstairs to check on Niki and Damein. Shortly after I went back upstairs, Niki was there too. She wanted to watch another movie. So we got one of her all time favorite movie, The Little Mermaid.  She watched about half of it before she was asleep again. I went back downstairs on the computer.  I decided to go to bed around 2:30. When I did, I had to move Niki and Damein around. Damein was at the top of the bed, Niki was at the bottom.  The bed is a qlueen size bed.... ABout 3:00 Damein moved around a little. His diaper was majorly soaked. I changed it. He didnt really wake up  until I went to put his pj shorts back on him.  He then decides he doesnt want to go back to sleep. I rewind the Little Mermaid, fill his cup back up with milk, and laid with him. he decided he wanted to fight, so I played with him a little. He finally stopped. I rolled over to where my back was facing him and he rolled over to where we was back to back.  He kept moving around and everything. The next thing I know, I look over my shoulder Niki is pracically on top of Damein. I moved her, he laughed a bit then started drinking his milk. I figured since he was drinking it, he would be going to bed shortly. As I start to doze off, the next thing I know, Dameins feet are in my back. He was laying horizontal on the bed pressing his feet against my back.  I get him to stop and he lays and watches the movie. It was about 85:00 AM by the time he decides he is going to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up about 6:30-7:00 wanting a drink because his milk was all gone. I went up stairs and got him some more. When I got back, Niki was Over on my side of the bed sleeping. So, I had Niki at my feet and Damein right behind me. I was all the way on the edge of the bed, Damein had the whole other side for him,I still had his feet in my back. It was kind of painful. Those two kids are the biggest bed hogs I have ever known . It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning my mom yells down the stairs at about 11 to wake me up. Niki and Damein already made their way upstaris.  I didnt get up, well I was I was just sitting there, trying to get my earring unstuck from my shirt. I have no idea how I managed to do that. April comes running down the stairs shortly after my mom yelled for me to get up. She tunrs the light on, which  blinds me, and tells me to hurry up and get dressed, because we all were going out to eat. So I got up and got ready. Then we left.  After we ate we stopped by this hug garage sale thing. My mom got alot of stuff for Damein because he is out growing all his cloths, and we had to get Niki a new pair of sandles because the ones she had were too small...Her toes were hanging off the front of the ones she had. We were sucessful on finding that. We still need to find Damein some sandles to fit him, he only has one pair of tennis shoe that fits him not. My mom also got the girls a whole bunch of cloths for church. They are out growing all their dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, updating this, after my excitng couple of days that i shared with you. Now I have to go and help clean the kitchen....Right after I check my myspace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114920561603476780?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114920561603476780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114920561603476780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114920561603476780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114920561603476780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/06/okwell-these-past-couple-of-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114791195515886476</id><published>2006-05-17T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:10.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Time!</title><content type='html'>Wow...Today I actually had a pretty good time with my mom.  We left Joe and Aprils house at about 10:30 this morning and we went to the bank and a couple other things. We got hungry do we went out from some lunch at Missy's Corner Cafe. After we left there we went and checked on things at the house and we took every thing out of the car and put it in the garage. We left there at about 12:30. We went to the car wash. We cleaned the car from inside, out. We spent $3 to vaccum the car out. The like $30 to wash it and wax it and everything. We got soaked from sprayer the car and plus the wind was blowing kinda hard. Water was going everywhere. We didnt get done cleaning the whole car until about 3:30.  We spent 3 hours washing the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we was done we went to Preachers house to see Blair, and to give Mrs. Rowell the money for the mother daughter banquet on saterday. We talked my mom into go...it wasnt hard to talk her into really. We told her about it and asked her if she wanted to go, and she said yes. It was pretty cool. We thought it was going to be much harder then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Blair and we went grocery shopping. Blair got some stuff to make Mrs. Kristy's Chicken Lasnaga. Blair is going to make it for us Friday before we go see a movie with mom. Then I do believe Blair is going to stay with us at Joes. Then we are going to go to the Mother Daughter Banquet Saterday morninng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be fun,I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114791195515886476?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114791195515886476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114791195515886476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114791195515886476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114791195515886476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/05/mommy-time.html' title='Mommy Time!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114767410099963314</id><published>2006-05-15T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:09.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday was GREAT!</title><content type='html'>Ok...Now that I have finished my super long post...I will do one of my regulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Sunday was mothers day. I got my mom a dozen red roses. I went to church that day. After sunday school was over, I went upstairs...I looked into the auditorium and got the biggest surprise EVER! Once I get out of shock I realize I have this little 5 year old girl charging at me. It was Shalyn! I gave her a HUGE hug. I look up and see Mrs. Renee holding Niki. I hollor at Niki, who managed to wiggle her way out of Mrs. Renee's arms. She runs and hugs my legs. I almost started crying. I havent seen them since the March. I gave them both a hug together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding Niki and Shalyn was holding my hand. I asked Morgan if I could use her phone. I take the girls outside and called my mom. I though it would be a nice surprise for my mom to talk to Shalyn and Niki for the first time in awhile. The girls were happy they got to talk to gammie. I think it made my mom cry cause when I got back on the phone it kinda sound like she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got off the phone we went inside and talked to Morgan and Candace. The girls sat with me until it was time for them to go to Primary church. They took off running with the other kids to go back down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church was over, the girls found me. I asked them if Damein came. They said he was in the nursery. I went in there to see him. Yet another surprise....Damein got his hair cut....Short....It look so much better then it being down and in his face. I got a picture of the three of the kids together before we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalyn in the tall on in the back. Niki is the one off to the side, and Damein is in front of Shalyn if you didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Now comes the worst part of it all....Saying Good-Bye to them. I got a hug and kiss from them all. Damein didnt really have a clue on what was going on. Damein was the last one I gave a hug and a kiss to. When I did, I started to cry. I have no idea when I will see them again with everything going on. I cried a little harder when Mrs. Karen took his hand and tried to get him to come with her so she could take them home. He kept pulling back towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much. I wish none of this would of ever happend. All this stuff happening is tearing my family appart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114767410099963314?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114767410099963314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114767410099963314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114767410099963314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114767410099963314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-was-great.html' title='Sunday was GREAT!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114733496815963143</id><published>2006-05-11T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:08.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an aunt that lives in Canton. She mailed my brother Joe this newspaper article to give to me and my mom about my real dad. There were two parts. I only have part two. This is the article....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canton Couple relate life-altering surgery after Cancer Diagnosis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(editor note:&lt;/strong&gt; Part one Of Jim Scotts life-altering experiance was told in the Friday edition of the Daily Ledger. Jim was diagnosed with cancer in the esophagus in November 2004. In January 2005, he underwent major surgery ans had all but on-half inch of his esophagus removed. His stomach was pulled up to meet the bottom of his throat. In March 2005, Jim went back to the doctor for a return visit and to determine if he had healed enough from the surgery to begin the long and grueling ordeal of chemotherapy and radiation. During the course of the visit with the doctor, Jim and his wife, Kim, were todl that Jim did not have cancer and never did. There had been some sort of mixup, and it was a different person who actually had cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 continues today with the struggle following the surgery and Jim's fight to recover from the surgery and from the distressing, but also good news that he did not have cancer. Correction: Part1 mistakenly said doctor's removed one half of Jims esophagus; it should have stated they removed all but one-half inch of the esophagus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Jim recievd the news about the mix up with pathology reports, a story was witten in the Daily Ledger about their ordeal, because this was a very rare surgery. The Scott's were facing Jim's declining health and a fight with Public Aid and Social Security. They had no income because Jim would no longer be able to work and earn an income to support the family. Before the surgery, Jim felt it was not necessary for Kim to work full-time outside of the home. he felt he earned enough to take care of them. Kim did work part-time as City of Canton ESDA Director. Even with no income coming in, Kim was busy taking care of Jim, which in the beginning was a full-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support came in immediatly from the community. People began calling the Ledger to find out how they could help and also sent the Scott's money. A woman from Flordia, who read the story on the internet, had also had the same surgery. She called the Scott's and later sent them donations. Friends were also planning to hold a benifit to help with rising medical and living expensies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the surgery, Jim did not want to be left alone. His fear came through then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He did not want me to out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time." Said Kim. "Now if Im gone from home for very long, he calls me and wants to know when I will be home. It's like he knows nothing bad will happen when I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim's sisters, Pat Pierce and Candy Whetstine, along with his brother, Bob Scott, who is waiting for a lung transplant, were right beside them to help out financially when times were really hard. Kim's children, Laura and Kenny, were always nearby to lend their support, as well as help around the house whatever needed doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Kim relied on friends Jim and Janet Morse and jeff Alexander to pick up the slack because Jim could no longer handle every day jobs around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cant thank enough everyone who sent prayers, cards, letters ,words of support and donations" said Kim. "The support and generosity was greatly appreciated. I also wanted to thank Graham Home Medical Supply for their generosity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the news of the misdiagnosis, or mix up of the pathology reports, Jim and his wife returned home to try and come to terms with all they had been told, and try to comprehend what their futures would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their friends and family rallied around them it support, as well as disbelief of the error made in the reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both basically knew what to expect after the surgery regarding wound care, using the feeding tube, and Jim's limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they didnt realize was how limited Jim would actually be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors assumed Jim should be well on his way to recovery, and nearly free from pain. This is very far from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jim was like the Energizer Bunny before his surgery," said Kim. "As a truck driver, Jim kept going and going, then he would come home on the weekends and keep going and going around th house. Now, it's like someone has pulled his batteries out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, I'm lucky to have the energy to get out of bed in the morning." Said Jim. His sleeping habits are poor now. Jim goes to bed at night and sleeps just a few hours at a time, because of the pain he is feeling. He has to sleep in a reclining position in the hospital bed so he can breathe. He is no longer able to sleep in the same bed as his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate going to sleep and then having to get up" said Jim. " I hurt so bad. When I feel bad during that day is when it really bothers me (during the night). I'm not sure I'm going to wake up in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear, as well as sometimes uncontrollable pain, is another thing that keeps Jim from sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many times he awakes Kim in the middle of the night, scared and crying. He is currently taking medicine for depression, as well as for pain and to help him breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the hospital, sometimes I was not sure I was going to live through the night, the pain was so bad. If there had been a plug, I would have pulled it," said Jim. "I have never felt that way in my life and hope to never feel that way again. I dont think I would wish that kind of pain on my worst enemy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is sitll as severe ans has never gone away completely, he added. He still has lots of pain in the lower abdomen area where his stomach use to be. Now, it is rearranged so that his stomach is now up into his chest area, behind his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This causes Jim to become out of breath easily because the stomach has no room to expand, especiall after he has eaten. If he eats to much, he sometimes feels like he is having a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating too much doesnt take a lto for Jim. He is suppose to eat 6 or 7 small meals a day, but usually eats just twice daily. Jim has a hard time swallowing food. He can sometimes manage to eat a ham sandwich, but only if the ham is very tender and the bread is soft, with no crust. Sometimes the bread gets stuck in his throat and chokes him. He also says mashed potatoes and chicken noodle soup are some of the mainstays of his diet. Lettuce is definitely a forbidden food. He was told to eat nothing rough, so as not to agitate his throat and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss eating steak," said Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating the little bit he can swallow, along with the food for his feeding tube, Jim is still unable to gain weight. Before the surgery, Jim was around 140 pounds. Now, he is unable to maintain a weight of more than 112 to 114 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is constantly in pain in his abdomen area. Many fruitless trips to see the doctor have left Jim with no answer about why he is still hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is frustrated and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right at this moment I'm scared," said Jim. "There are some days I am, like when I walk out across the backyard to our Morton building and I run out of air." Cold days are especially difficult. He recalls one day when he was walking outside and thought he was going to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I had to get into the building and into warm air," Jim said. "I didnt know if I was going to make it. I cant even take the garbage out to the front curb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his original surgery, Jim has had around 25 additional surgeries, a combination of the throat dilation and replacing his feeding tube. He has had it replced three times. One of the feeding tubes broke and two of them fell out and had to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknowst of Jim, after the surgery doctors told Kim that the life expectancy of a person who had undergone this type of surgery is three years. However, that is an estimated life expectany based on a person who has had this surgery and no cancer, such as in Jim's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Jim asked the doctor how long he would have survived if he hadnt had the surgery. The doctor told him he probably would have live 10 to 15 more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would have had to think about it for awhile, but I dont think I would have had the surgery had I know that," siad Jim.  "Im 50 years old, in 10 to 15 years, I would have lived to  be 60 or 65. I dont think I would have gone through it. Maybe I would have if Id started to get sick in about five years or so. I guess I should have asked that question before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim said he also asked the doctor id signs of caner should have shown up in previous bloodwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been asked so many times how this has changed my life. My answer to that is for Jim--He is so fragile, confused at times, and has memory loss, is sick all the time and has no energy," said Kim. "When I hug him or hold him when he cries, all I can feel is bones. His legs cramp all the time. He is in constant pain and never has a break from it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jim and I have been together for more than half of my life. We expected to grow old together. That dream has been taken away from us. I have watched Jim. I have watched Jim grow old by himself and I can do nothing about it. All I can do is stand by and watch it happen," sid Kim. "I expected to have a long, happy marriage with Jim. I dont believe I have 25 or 30 more years to spend with my husband. On Jan 4, 2006, it was one year since Jims surgery. We dont know if well even have two more. This is not what we planned and it all could have been avoided. For now, my goal is to make Jim happy and give him whatever he wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scott's have been asked why they did not get a second opinion before consenting to such life-altering surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got opinions from three different doctors and they all agreed with the dianosis that Jim had cancer," said Kim. "Three opinions and there was still and error.  I dont know what the answer is. How many opinions should you have to get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have asked the doctotors about the other person who went undiagnosed after the mix up with the reports. At first, there doctor tolf them he has not treated this patient, but he knew of the person and was doing all right. More recently, they asked the hospital administrator the same question. He told them he was unsure if there was another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is confident Jum will beat this debilitating situation he has been pushed into.  "He has jumped over every hurdle in front of him," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is not quite so confident at times. "I just may trip over the next one," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him has many concerns about what his life will be like bow. He has discussed the fact that the doctors have told him about the three-year life expectancy and talked to her about what to do with some of his personal items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does Jim have to deal with fear, pain and uncertainty, he feels quite a bit of anger also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hurt, I cried, and I got mad," said Jim. "I didnt know how to feel. I did feel angry because they screwed me up. I've been mad ever since."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every motion that a person could feel, we have felt," Kim added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Id like to find out who the person is who actually made the mistake," said Jim. "I'd like to know because they've likely killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats the whole article. I have no idea when this article was published....But yea...There is my long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114733496815963143?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114733496815963143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114733496815963143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114733496815963143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114733496815963143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-aunt-that-lives-in-canton.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114679966907904929</id><published>2006-05-04T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:08.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my mom and joe and going back down to Benton this weekend to get some of our stuff. Im going to be staying here to help April with Lydia and Lily. That should be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia is the meanist little girl EVER! She never listens..She is 5 now.Her favorite word now to tell you is No. She is good at that one. She liked to bite and hit to...Lily...she is almost 11 months...She is crawling around and gets into everything...She eats alot too. More then Lydia does. Lily is a little chunker...She either wants to be held, or to be on the couch, which today she learned how to get down off of. So you will sit her up there...She will climb down, the she gets mad because she cant get back up. It gets kind of annoying after awhile. So thats what we get to deal with this weekend. This could get intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/HPIM1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/HPIM1395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That would be Lydia on her 5th birthday.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/HPIM0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/HPIM0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be Lily.... She is a pretty good kid minus her getting into everything....Thats typical for a baby though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114679966907904929?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114679966907904929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114679966907904929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114679966907904929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114679966907904929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-my-mom-and-joe-and-going-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114625096213780140</id><published>2006-04-28T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:07.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness!</title><content type='html'>Im really excited... My mom decided we are moving back to Pekin...I cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;We are trying to settle everything thing here in Pekin.  I havent been to school all week. Im kinda liking it though...More time for me to spend in Pekin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114625096213780140?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114625096213780140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114625096213780140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114625096213780140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114625096213780140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114607503421752794</id><published>2006-04-26T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:07.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still In Pekin!</title><content type='html'>Ok...I am still in Pekin. We didnt leave Monday obviously. I have been having a pretty good time.  Things are going pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;We are getting things takin care of with the old house. Getting it all cleaned up ready to auction off. Its sad to think about. I grew up in that house. That house has so many memories. I almost cried when my mom told me that the house would just pretty much just sit there from now on.  There is a small chance we will be able to keep the house. I hope we do. If we do we will be moving back. It seems my mom doesnt really like it in Benton any more now that she is actually moved in down there. I will be ready to move back anytime!&lt;br /&gt;Im ready for the summer to get here also. We will be up here in Pekin! It will be fun. We already have some plans ready. Im just waiting for these 2 and a half weeks left of school to go  by fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114607503421752794?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114607503421752794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114607503421752794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114607503421752794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114607503421752794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-in-pekin.html' title='Still In Pekin!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114585764838949887</id><published>2006-04-24T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:06.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pekin Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im in Pekin right now. Sitting at my brother Joes house.. We are leaving to go back to Benton sometime Monday...Not sure when. I went to church today, which is always fun to do. I get to spend time with everyone. Havent seen them all in like a month. Well I was there last weekend too for easter. But some people were not there. So I saw them today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully soon I will be able to come back to Pekin and never have to go back to Benton. Im so ready to move back to Pekin. I miss it so much. Alot of things are going on. Things are slowly getting better. I just wish it would happen alot faster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114585764838949887?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114585764838949887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114585764838949887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114585764838949887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114585764838949887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/pekin-time.html' title='Pekin Time!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114527517371668946</id><published>2006-04-17T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:06.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>Its monday morning...Nice and early...Its about 5 til 7...Im sitting here half asleep...Ionly got 4 hours of sleep last night....Im getting ready to go to school...To top it all of though....I forgot my purse at my brother Joes house.....Thats were all my make-up, and pencils for shool....its a good thing I took my calulator and assignment notebook out before we left to Pekin...I am now stuck going to school for like a week without make-up....I think Im going to die! My schedule for today at school consist of English, Child Dev., homeroom, Oral Comm. and Soc. Sci. What fun....I hate A days when I have these classes....I would rather it be a B day schedule...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114527517371668946?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114527517371668946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114527517371668946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114527517371668946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114527517371668946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114511695319369562</id><published>2006-04-15T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:05.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pekin Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>We are getting ready to leave for Pekin in like 10 minutes or so. We hav some last things to do. I cant wait...I wanna go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just though I would let you all know I was coming, but I have to go get ready to go now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114511695319369562?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114511695319369562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114511695319369562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114511695319369562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114511695319369562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/pekin-here-i-come.html' title='Pekin Here I Come!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114488603302063455</id><published>2006-04-12T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:04.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>Looks like I get to go to Pekin after all! We are coming up early Saterday morning..I know...It isnt going to be that long, but atleast I can still come and see everyone. Im happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114488603302063455?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114488603302063455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114488603302063455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114488603302063455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114488603302063455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114480124650968640</id><published>2006-04-11T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:04.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spring Break Stinks!</title><content type='html'>Well I was suppose to be getting out of Benton for a while and going to Pekin...We was suppose to leave Sunday at 5:00 in the morning. We didnt....We are still in Benton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some plans for today...Me and Katrina were suppose to go to the movies today and see Larry the Cable guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Katrina today...I told her I wasnt going to be able to come up...She was kinda upset. I dont blame her...I am too. She told me that they cleaned up Jerrys house, decorated it, and made me a cake...It was suppose to be my sweet 16 party that I didnt ever get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just move back to Pekin now...I like it better there anyways...Its my home...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what you call Benton....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114480124650968640?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114480124650968640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114480124650968640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114480124650968640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114480124650968640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-spring-break-stinks.html' title='My Spring Break Stinks!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114421035495614914</id><published>2006-04-04T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:03.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im going to pick on someone from school....</title><content type='html'>Today during Oral Comm. we were doing demonstrative speeches, and this one kid brough in cookie dough, becuase he was going to demostrate how to make it. Well, when he got it out, the helper teacher person and this girl went out of the room.  The girl was crying...It turns out, she was scared of COOKIE DOUGH! I found it kind of intresting... I know its kinda mean...But I never knew you could be scared of cookie dough. The cookie dough was pretty good though...It didnt look right, but I tried it anyway. It was extremley sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else went on today? Me and my mom cleaned and rearranged my room. Yes my mom helps me clean my room since I am too lazy to do it myself....She said if I didnt get it done by this weekend I wouldnt be going on no Spring Break to Pekin. I threw a little fit...Yes I am spoiled...Im the youngest what do you expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea...That was my day today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114421035495614914?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114421035495614914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114421035495614914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114421035495614914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114421035495614914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-going-to-pick-on-someone-from.html' title='Im going to pick on someone from school....'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114376380284996670</id><published>2006-03-30T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:03.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty good day. It was really nice out. It is actually beginning to look like spring. But of course, since the weather hasnt been making up its mind on what it is going to do, I have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going pretty good. Same as usual. We are getting our schedules ready for next year. My grades, I do believe are doing much better then they were, which is a good thing. If I dont keep then up from now to Spring break..I get grounded from it. Mid terms come up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is just 8 days away! I cant wait. Im so ready. I get to go up to Pekin. I miss Pekin ALOT. I go every chance I get. No matter if I have to miss school or not. Im just glad I dont have to spend my spring break here in Benton. Its so boring. I will be in Pekin the whole spring break which is totally awesome. I cant wait to see every one. I miss them all very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer going around on krutches. My hip isnt hurting as much. It still does every once in a while. I make it through. I just kinda ignore it. It mainly hurts when I am walking alot. The beginning of the school day is when it kicks in. I have to walk to school, so by the time I get to school and headed to first hour it hurts like crazy. Since the classes are 90 mins. long the pain goes away by the time 2nd hour comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114376380284996670?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114376380284996670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114376380284996670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114376380284996670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114376380284996670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114326524343524531</id><published>2006-03-24T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:02.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do...I am sick right now..It kinda stinks...I have a cold...Im currently going around on crutches...I did something to my right hip...It hurts like crazy! I cant put any pressure on it...Ok well....Since I have nothing to do..I will put in some random pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me like an hour ago not aware my picture was being taken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balloons I got for my birthday...The only thing I got....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was hiding behind my moms pants...I didnt want my picture taken.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not aware my pic as being taken again...&lt;br /&gt;So that is how I get around now...Krutches...or I roll around the house in the computer chair...Kinda fun actually....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114326524343524531?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114326524343524531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114326524343524531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114326524343524531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114326524343524531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-114187935191112528</id><published>2006-03-08T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:02.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At school we got to tape teachers to the wall....Kinda interesting if you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the taping begin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mrs. Woodfin's first piece of tape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mrs. conner gets her first piece of tape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dont know who this guy is...all I know is he is a teacher....Only picture I got of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mrs. conner models here tape just seconds before it is taped across her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Woodfin and Mrs. Conner....Kinda blury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally some one tapes her mouth shut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its Just beginning for Mrs Nestler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Conner..terrified...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mrs. Woodfin...Coming to and End....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Finishing Touches done on Mrs. Nestler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end Mrs. Nestler, had enough tape to hold her up with no chair underneath her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2549/1764/1600/Picture%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-114187935191112528?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/114187935191112528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=114187935191112528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114187935191112528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/114187935191112528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-school-we-got-to-tape-teachers-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-113934924331786026</id><published>2006-02-07T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:01.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have made a new discovery about myself yesterday In Geography. I talk with my hands. I have never noticed it before. But we had to do this one thing where we had to discuss with one other classmate about something we read. When I was explaining about what I read, Thats when it hit me...I talk with my hands.  Then today I realized in Child developement that I dont like talking about suicide.  I dont know why either...Iguess it is every since Bobby said he was going to kill him self is when it really effected me. So yea...I discover new things about me and my life now alot now that I am alone half the time I am here.. The other day I found out I can do something really strange with my stomach. But that is about all so far that I have found out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-113934924331786026?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/113934924331786026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=113934924331786026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113934924331786026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113934924331786026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-made-new-discovery-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-113920030046281425</id><published>2006-02-05T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:57:01.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my Internet back!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday we got the internet hooked up at the new house here. Thats like all I do now. Its like my only way to keep in touch with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night, my mom , my uncle and my cousin and me, got to go to Pekin! I got to see some of my friends...I didnt get to see them all though. That made me sad. I got to see Blair and Mrs. Rowell. Also Kayla, Katrina, Shay, and Jessica. Then the family I have up there.  We came back on Thursday night. SO I didnt really have much time to go and see everyone that I was wanting to see. Later this month we are suppose to be coming back up to get Bobby. He is going to be moving in down here with us. So when We come back up I will hopefully be able to see everyone else that I was wanting to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrea....Make sure my stuff dont get moved from that spot in the pew...That is MY spot. Just keep it there for when I come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-113920030046281425?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/113920030046281425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=113920030046281425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113920030046281425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113920030046281425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-my-internet-back.html' title='I got my Internet back!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-113822998540097054</id><published>2006-01-25T16:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:56:59.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets Lonely here.....</title><content type='html'>Well, now, we finally have a phone now. The number is 618-439-9769 If any one would like to call me. It gets lonely down here. I miss all my friends. The only person I hang around down here is my cousin Ashley. She is almost 18. School is alright, I guess. I dont really like it. My math teachers room smells really bad. Every time you go by his room or go into his room you feel like you are going to get sick because of the smell. So far the math is easy since I have already done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at home so far every thing is going good. Im still waiting for the internet to come. Im sick of having to walk to the library every time I want to get on the internet. I have a paper for English that I have to do so I better get that done. I will let you all know more as things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-113822998540097054?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/113822998540097054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=113822998540097054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113822998540097054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113822998540097054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-gets-lonely-here.html' title='It gets Lonely here.....'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-113727235058175353</id><published>2006-01-14T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:56:58.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have officially moved. I hate it. Its really boring. The school is way different then Pekin. They use the block system. We have so many classes on day and on the next day we have different classes. I have a total of 8 classes. Four each day.  School starts at 8 and we get out at 3:10. My classes are English 2, Child Developement, Geography, Drivers Ed, Social Science,  Oral Occupations, Algebra 1, and Academic Support. I would be in Allgebra 4 in Pekin, but Benton uses a different book and the stuff in Algebra 1 in Benton is what i did in Algebra 3 in Pekin. Our house that we got is right in front of the railroad and a train goes by like every five mins. You get no sleep at night. For any one who wants to write me they can my address is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;604 E. Bond&lt;br /&gt;Benton, IL 62812&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no phone yet but once I do I will let you all know. We dont have internet either..Im at the library now. We get the internet a couple days after we get the phone hooked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is like my life right now. It sucks. Im going to go now. I will try to let you all know more about every thing once I learn more about the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-113727235058175353?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/113727235058175353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=113727235058175353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113727235058175353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113727235058175353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-officially-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18110378.post-113244638515575114</id><published>2005-11-19T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:56:57.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out of town.....</title><content type='html'>This coming up week, my mom and I are going out of town for a week. We are leaving on Tuesday the 22, and we are suppose to reyurn back home to Pekin on the 29. Knowing my mom she will stay down in Benton longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sometime....Dont know when we are moving to Benton. Dont know where either....But yea Im moving... Dont worry though...I will try to come and visit as much as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you all know more when I learn more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18110378-113244638515575114?l=tessamarie15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/feeds/113244638515575114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18110378&amp;postID=113244638515575114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113244638515575114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18110378/posts/default/113244638515575114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessamarie15.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-out-of-town.html' title='Going out of town.....'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05337840476894791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-795.vo.llnwd.net/01065/59/70/1065350795_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
