<?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-35277242</id><updated>2011-07-14T22:23:25.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Just Me</title><subtitle type='html'>" Few things in life are more infectious than a Godly lifestyle. The people you rub shoulders with everyday need that kind of challenge. Not prudish. Not preachy. Just honest-to-goodness, bone-deep, non-hypocritical integrity. Authentic obedience to God."       - Charles R. Swindoll</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-4805233646156397785</id><published>2007-04-06T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:54:25.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oy!!! I didn't realize it had been so long. I guess I haven't been here cuz woody left and I've been really busy. Lets see, where to start. I'm going to a new church, which I love ( I think I might have already talked about my church. oh well ) I ot baptised almost a month ago. I've got guy problems lately. This boy I really like ( and kissed ) can't make up his mind about me. He gave me my first kiss last summer and he's still hemming and hawwing. In the mean time his foster brother likes me and has asked me to the prom at the school where I only go for one class and he dosn't go at all. He's really nice but he's like 17 and has a 2yr old daughter with a woman whose about 4 years older than him. yeah. thats why he's in foster care.   so thats about it. i'm floundering about, trying to figure out school, guys and life! :-)  tootles !!!           tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-4805233646156397785?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4805233646156397785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=4805233646156397785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/4805233646156397785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/4805233646156397785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-117004284798005478</id><published>2007-01-28T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:54:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice age!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Umm.... its really cold here and the wind is whistling through the doors and I hate winter. Winter puts me in a really bad mood. I LOVE summer and I'm counting the days until some warmer weather :) and what makes it worse is there is hardly any snow to go sledding or skiing and the ice on our lake is really crappy, so we can't go skating and the fish aren't biting so there is no point in going out and ice fishing. Its just plain cold!!! well, thats it. Bye!!       tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-117004284798005478?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/117004284798005478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=117004284798005478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/117004284798005478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/117004284798005478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2007/01/ice-age.html' title='ice age!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116907564338877972</id><published>2007-01-17T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:14:03.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;American Idol last night was great. But right away, they start dissing Minneapolis. Whats up with that. One of my favorites was the " Urban Amish " guy. Seriously, where do these people get the nerve to audition? I mean, some of them are REALLY bad. But they think they're great. They must be in denial. Tonight I have youth group I'm bummed that I cant watch tonight. Maybe I'll get home in time to see the last half :)   Well, tootles!!  Tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116907564338877972?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116907564338877972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116907564338877972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116907564338877972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116907564338877972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol-last-night-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116751033854825757</id><published>2006-12-30T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:25:38.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey everybody!!!  I hope ya'll had a blessed Christmas. Mine was kinda boring but thats o.k. We went to the nursing home on Christmas Eve and had a party with Grandma and my dad's aunts and uncles who are all old. So yeah, it got alittle boring. My parents gave all of us money and we all went shopping on Tuesday. I got a new cell phone which I think is pretty sweet. I got a new number and my brother got my old number. The last few days I've been getting weird calls from an 800 number and a private number. The private number has called at the exact same time the last two days. They've woken me out of sweet slumber at 9am. Do they not know that its Christmas break?! I'm not even alive at 9 in the morning!  They keep asking for a Dr. somebody and I keep telling them that this is not his phone. And they wont tell me who they are. It sounds like a telemarketer. Then the lady calls me 3 times today and the last time I tell her to take my number off her list. But she wants me to give this Dr. guy a message and I tell her that I've never heard of this guy but she dosn't believe me and keeps asking if I'm sure I can't get a message to him. I keep telling her that this is my new number and I've no clue who this person is. Then she retorts, " Well thats what we're trying to find out." and hangs up. The nerve!!!  Whew! Well. it provides for some entertainment!!!            Oh boy, that just sounded shallow. Maybe I am sheltered!     Well, see you next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116751033854825757?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116751033854825757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116751033854825757' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116751033854825757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116751033854825757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-christmas.html' title='post christmas'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116613450417770763</id><published>2006-12-14T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:15:04.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm....again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey ya'll . I just got over having a double wammy of the flu and seriously wished I could die. But now I'm back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I got my car fixed. Cost over $300. $300 which I don't have. Not cool. I'm seriously ticked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, its that time of year. The Christmas music is really raking on my last nerve. Everydays mail is filled with peoples gaggy Christmas letters and family photos where everybody has a crazed look on their face. Call me cynical. Call me the Grinch. But I'm not in the holiday spirit this year. I think I've been in a bad mood the last 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last night our youth group went to the nursing home where my grandma is to sing Christmas carols. I shook a ladys hand but she pulled back and screamed cuz my hand was cold. I was told not to kill her. That was alittle embarassing. It lifted my spirits though.  Well, thats about all.  See ya next time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116613450417770763?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116613450417770763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116613450417770763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116613450417770763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116613450417770763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmmmmagain.html' title='Hmmmmm....again!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116493796513496304</id><published>2006-11-30T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:52:45.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I've been kinda busy lately, so thats why I haven't been around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Thanksgiving was good. Pretty quiet. We had my grandma and my aunt and uncle over for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Today was the last day of the first trimester. Man, where does the time go? My class next tri is first period so I have to get up earlier, which I'm not too thrilled about. I guess I'll just have to suck it up:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My car konked out on me yesterday. All of a sudden I couldn't turn the steering wheel, which to me didn't seem like a good thing. So I pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out my handy cell phone ( don't you love modern technology? especially when you have a junker car? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I called my mom to come pick me up. Wait, why did my font change? Darn it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Anyways, turns out my power stearing hose is shot and I can't even make it 6 miles without it going dry. Its in getting fixed now and I'm without my car for a couple of days. I have to use the big family suburban. Now thats cool!! ( umm... that was meant sarcastically ) I can't even get out of the school parkin' lot with that beast unless I park in the very back row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We're going to a different church now. The one we were going to was weird and we finally had it. We're now going to the Baptist church where we already go for youth group. I'm so excited. The people there are so happy and friendly. Our old church was so oppressive and there was no joy there. It was a bunch of rules and " do's " and "don'ts" . It was starting to turn me against Christianity. Ever since we started going to youth group I've gotten more and more on fire for the Lord. I'm excited to go to church now. And thats so awesome!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; Tomorrow night, we're having a big slumber party. It'll be nine girls with tons of munchies,junk food, chick flicks and absolutely NO guys in the house. My dad and brothers are going to stay over at my Grandmas house cus they can't stand the thought of being in the house with that many girls!!!!    Oh yeah!!!  Should be pretty sweet!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116493796513496304?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116493796513496304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116493796513496304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116493796513496304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116493796513496304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.......'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116404561989911240</id><published>2006-11-20T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:17:11.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!!! The Hole In The Ozone Layer Is Getting Bigger!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O.K. , so I was reading the label on the back of my shower gel. It sai: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Contains No CFC's or other substances which deplete the ozone layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whew!!! That is such a comfort to know. My main concern when purchasing the shower gel was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" I hope I don't deplete the ozone layer and worsen global warming." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm glad I'm not singlehandedly putting a bigger hole in the ozone layer:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116404561989911240?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116404561989911240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116404561989911240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116404561989911240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116404561989911240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-no-hole-in-ozone-layer-is-getting.html' title='Oh No!!! The Hole In The Ozone Layer Is Getting Bigger!!!!!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116380258695046041</id><published>2006-11-17T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:29:47.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La La La ....... I Can't Think Of A Title!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hey Ya'll!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt; Its been a week since my last post and I suppose I should tell about the lock in I was at last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt; Well I'll start by saying that it was a BLAST!!!! So I made it through the night with no sleep and then came home at 7am. slept for only 4 hours and went to work where I got to close so I didn't get home until about 10:30. Whew!  We got to the church and  I could see through the windows and saw a bunch of kids just in their normal jeans and tshirts. I thought  " Oh crap!! We're like the only ones dressed up!! "  ( Excuse my French :) )  But we got in there and everyone from our youth group was dressed up and the ones who weren't were from the other youth groups in town. The speakers were good. They talked about the fear of rejection and how we all go around wearing different masks - at school, church, around our friends and even around our families. Then we did karaoke but my bro and sis were too wimpy to get up and sing with me so I decided to be wild and crazy and sing by myself. I sang Avril Lavigne's" Complicated " ( which I later got lectured for by my mom ) I totally tanked. They had judges and lets just say I didn't get first prize. But it was SO fun!! And I'm the type of person who hates to get up in front of people and I didn't inherit my moms singing voice. My sister now regrets not doing karaoke and well she should!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh! I've been using my new locker all week and its been totally awesome. The first day I got it open on the first try and I felt like I could conquer anything. I know, I'm pathetic:) But I've got one of those plaques on my bedroom wall with my name on it and the Biblical meaning of it. My name means Triumphant. But I always hated that meaning cuz I never feel triumphant. I seem to fail at everything. Well, everything except opening my locker!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;On Wednesday nite some kids from my study group at youth group went to the nursing home in the next town over to visit people. I was the only girl who went except for this punk - rock, goth girl who isn't much different from the guys. But it was fun. I'm not real good at talking to people so it was hard at first but I met this old guy named Kenny. I realized once we got to talking that he had some form of memory loss so we had the same conversation over and over!! He was pretty funny. He kept asking where I lived, if I liked the town I lived in, why I was there, if I was married to my youth leader and so on. Once we left I realized how good my life actually is. I seem to dwell on how crummy I think my little life is. But some people have it way more crummy. Well this post has gotten long enough. I gotta go work tonite. Its my last day at my 2nd pizza job and I'm so excited. I hated that job but it was a good experience.     Tootles!!!!       Tamoosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S.  I added you all to my favorites on my computer cuz I'm not competent enough to figure out the link list. But thanks for all your great tips and I'll keep workin' on the profile pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116380258695046041?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116380258695046041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116380258695046041' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116380258695046041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116380258695046041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-la-la-la-la-i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='La La La La La ....... I Can&apos;t Think Of A Title!!!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116311592069673396</id><published>2006-11-09T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:45:20.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1030/3922/1600/homeschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1030/3922/320/homeschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is this not the most awesome thing ever?! I googled Homeschool Freak and I found this website with all kinds of cool Homeschool clothes. Flippin' sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; So I got to vote for the first time on Tuesday. I feel like an American citizen. Thats so cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;  I got a new locker. This one actually works!! I went into the highschool office yesterday to complain about my locker and the guidance counselor saw me and said that she had somebody look at it twice and something was definetly wrong with it. DUH!!!  At least it wasn't something wrong with me.  I was actually able to get this one open. It was so great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Our lock-in is tomorrow and I'm totally jazzed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;  So I'm  computer challenged and I can't figure out how to put a picture on my profile. I also can't figure out how to add links to all ya'll 's blogs. Cuz you guys are way cool and I don't want to have to go to my old posts to find your links.  Any pointers??  Somebody should really teach a class on blogging for dumbos like me:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, gotta bounce. My moms on my case cuz I haven't gotten my school work done today.:)                       Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116311592069673396?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116311592069673396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116311592069673396' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116311592069673396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116311592069673396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/awesome.html' title='Awesome!!!!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116261225430558377</id><published>2006-11-03T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:50:54.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Ya'll!!  Sorry I haven't been around much. Its been a crazy busy week.  Last night my bro, sis and I went shopping. Our youth group has a lock in at the church next Friday. The theme is masquerade. I'm wearing a bridesmaid dress that my mom wore for a wedding way back in the day. My sis is wearing a prom dress we got a few years ago for like $5. I got some big funky purple earrings and a feather boa for my outfit. We were up late last night trying on our costumes. My sister was overtired and hyper and went on and on about how " hot " we looked and how all the guys will hang around us. Me, being the older, more mature one, had to remind her that looking "hot " is not the point of the lock in.  She's just mad at me cuz all the teenage boys are in my group at youth group. My sis is in a group for 7th thru 9th grade girls talking about girls issues. Of course there won't be any guys in her group! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.............And the locker saga continues. I hadn't touched it in awhile and when I went in to talk to the guideance counselor about my class, I mentioned it. She said she'd have somebody look at it cuz it might just be jammed.  O.k. So I go the next day and it still won't open. The kids at there lockers near by gave me weird looks. I'm now convinced that my locker is demon possessed. Maybe I should lay hands on it and pray :)  Or maybe the school purposely gave me the dud locker :)  Who knows. I've had it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;      Well, thats all for now. Thanx 4 reading!!              Tamoosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116261225430558377?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116261225430558377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116261225430558377' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116261225430558377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116261225430558377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/11/busy-week.html' title='busy week'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116215186073184902</id><published>2006-10-29T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:57:40.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just more random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;    O.k. What has happened?? Well, I went to that wedding yesterday. It was pretty good - not too big or fancy. I really didn't get to talk to the kids too much. My mom talked to the oldest daughter Christine. Christine said she was there and  that was pretty much it. She said its a final goodbye. I think she meant to her mom and now to her dad. I sat there watching the kids across the room before the ceremony started and I thought of  how hard it must be for them. I can't imagine how it must feel to sit there and watch one of your parents pledge their life to someone new, to kiss someone thats not your other parent, to start a new life with another person. I tried to imagine one of my parents with someone else and it was really hard. I don't know if I could handle it. Even though their mom has been gone 4 years, it must still be really hard for the kids. They could use alot of prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday morning, my sis, bro, and I went to clean at a business in town for the cleaning company we work for once in awhile. The place we were at is huge an deverything is gray. Gray walls, gray cubicles, gray floors, gray countertops, gray everything. Its quite depressing. Anyway, my brother and I were at one end of the building and all of a sudden the alarm goes off. We find my sister and she said she was bringing the garbage out and it went off. I quick called our boss who was across the street cleaning the clinic. He came over and called the security company but they had already dispatched the cops. They had to call them back. Quite embarassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hmmm..... what else?? Oh yeah, I still can't get my locker open. Any suggestions? I considered bringing an axe with me and busting it open but I have a feeling that wouldn't go over too good with the principle and everybody else there. They'd probably think I was some deranged homeschooler or something:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116215186073184902?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116215186073184902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116215186073184902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116215186073184902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116215186073184902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-more-random-things.html' title='Just more random things'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116170843116638105</id><published>2006-10-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:24:05.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...Maybe just my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, not much has happened. Its sunny today, so thats good:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lets see.... Oh, yesterday I went to use my locker for the first time. I could not get the stupid thing open. I tried and tried and then the bell rang so I stormed off to class with my winter coat. I swear, the school must have those lockers rigged. Its just a stupid combination lock, right?? Oh no!! Now I sound like all those homeschoolers I know who are paranoid and are convinced that the public school is out to get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am now officially the oldest employee at my first pizza job, from here on known as PF. Well, not the oldest. But I've been there the longest, except the owners. All the kids who were there when I started are gone, even kids that started after me have moved on. I've only been there 2 1/2 years. It feels weird. Like I'm being left behind. The last one to leave was this kid Tim who had been there 4 years. He was alittle weird. He would follow me around and just talk. I could have cared less about his stories. He had the dirt on everybody. He knew everything about everybody there. I will miss that. There are 2 cooks in particular that I will miss. Adam and Colton. I worked with them all the time. On weeknights there are only 2 cooks and 1 waitress. On the slow nights we would stand around and talk. One time we played pig with an old doughball. There was another time they ran out of the kitchen trying to scare me. Colton had rolled out dough on his head and tried to look like a ghost. The last night I worked with them I had to educate them on make up. Neither of them have sisters and so they asked me all these questions on makeup and girls. I was happy to oblige. Colton had heard of Clinique but had no clue what it was. I'll miss them. I have to post more stories of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Please pray for my dad's good friend Chris. He's getting married this Saturday. He's got 5 kids and the youngest just graduated this year. We were best friends all through elementary school. Chris' wife died 4 years ago from cancer. She had cancer for 15 years!! She had it before their youngest child was born. She was always happy and active. We had alot of stuff going on when my brother (now 12 ) was born. He was really sick and pretty much lived his first 2 years at the childrens hospital. Their family would take care of us when my parents needed to be with my brother. And we would take care of them when their mom was sick or needed to go to cemo and radiation. Chris had a stroke a year and a half ago and hasn't been quite the same. Him and his wife-to-be Elise have only known each other alittle over a year. They got engaged last Halloween. Elise has 2 girls and this is a first marrige for her. They're getting married at a Lutheran church and Chris and his family are Catholic. Chris' kids have said how they don't want anyone to take the place of their mom. Please pray that the kids won't be bitter and that everybody will just get along. Pray that if the opportunity arises, I will be able to talk to the kids.    Well, thats all for now folks!!!                 L8r, Tammy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116170843116638105?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116170843116638105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116170843116638105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116170843116638105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116170843116638105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmmmaybe-just-my-life.html' title='Hmmm...Maybe just my life'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116123231782614223</id><published>2006-10-18T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:31:57.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Weird!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  This has been a great school week -only two days!! On Monday we had a sub in my math class. Normally a sub would be great, right?? But not on Monday. Our teacher warned us on Friday that Mondays lesson would be long with alot of homework. She wanted to start on it Fri. but we talked her out of it. But without her there on Mon. the class was pretty much worthless. The sub didn't even tell us his name. He started out saying with much gusto, "Happy Monday!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: * slouching in my desk, head leaned on my arm. Thinking " Yeah. Whatever."* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sub: " So you may ask why its a 'Happy Monday' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: * thinking * " Umm...Yeah. Please explain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sub: " Well, because you all get 5 days off of school. You get Wed., Thurs., Fri., Sat., and Sun. So yeah, it IS a ' Happy Monday!' "     Like we're supposed to feel guilty for having 5 days off. Then he proceeded to tell us that he subs in just about everything from science to welding to math. But he's not very good in math and only took the required math when he was in highschool back in the day. And how he almost failed his one math class in college. This was all such a comfort to me. He then gave us a generous WHOLE 1 minute to correct our homework from the transparency at the front of the room. Then he gave us our assignments in the book ( which we had NO clue how to do) and sat at the desk an  put little gold stars on things. So I tried to do as much of the assignment as possible but I ended up looking in the back of the text book for the answers but the answer key only gives SOME of the answers. So yesterday the teacher was back and had to explain Mondays lesson AND Tuesdays lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And then..... On Tuesday, I go into the office to ask for a locker. I'm only there for on class but I decided to ask for a locker so I could throw my coat somewhere. The lady in the office acted like I was some weirdo for not having a locker. She brings me over to the other desk and tells the lady there, " This girl does not have a locker." Like its so unbelieveable. Then when I tell them what grade I'm in its even more unbeliveable. The woman is trying to look me up on the computer all the while mumbling to herself," What a day. Ughhh. What a day." She asks if I have a student i.d. No. She asks for my name. After I get done spelling it out for her she says " Oh! You already have a locker."  Me: " I do?!?! "  ( Communication at this school is not top priority ) She pulls out a map of the school and I'm thinking, " Great. Its WAY on the other side of the school"But no its down my hallway. I walk past it everyday. The lady prints up this paper with all my info ( turns out I do have a student i.d.# ) and my locker number and combo. She shows me were it is and asks me if I know how to work the lock. I'm thinking,' O.k lady, I'm not a complete idiot."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Side note: I notice that I think these things but am always to scared to say them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, me the dingbat, is not able to get the locker open. I ask the woman which direction to turn the lock for each number. She freaks out and says, " How should I know?! I don't open lockers!!!" Whoa lady, don't spaz. She flags down a teacher who is able to open it and explains it like I am a complete idiot. So yeah. I know have a locker which I had the whole time but had no idea that I had it. Wheeww!!! I'm glad I only had 2 days of school this week ( and I only go for 1 class!)  Ok I should end this post as it is getting late and Ive probably bored you to death!              God bless ,  Tamoosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116123231782614223?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116123231782614223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116123231782614223' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116123231782614223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116123231782614223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-is-weird.html' title='School Is Weird!!!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116077162401651579</id><published>2006-10-13T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:33:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  So do you ever feel like God has forgotten you? Like you pray and pray and pray and it seems like its all for nothing? Like the biggest, most important things , the prayers you want answered the most never get answered? Like the things that mean the most to you, the things you really want, God could care less about? Thats how I've been feeling. Earlier in the summer, I came so close to getting something I've wanted for as long as I can remember. It was something I wished for every birthday for years ( well, except when I was really little and wished that I would turn into a mermaid. That was totally lame! ) I came SO,SO close and then as soon as it came, it vanished, was taken away in the blink of an eye. I am confused and keep asking why it all happend like this. I'm still confused and angery and frustrated. Like why didn't I do things differently? I feel like I wasn't worth the risk.  At youth group on Wednesday, we talked about failure. Sometimes I feel like God failed me or that I've failed God. Like maybe He's mad at me. I guess I'm one of those " Oh, ye of little faith" type people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;   O.k. people. On a much lighter note. Woody, my sis and I went to see The Devil Wears Prada last night. It was so good. Anne Hathaway is so different than when she was in Princess Diaries. We all came out of the theatre saying, " Man! We dress like bums! " All those designer clothes they wear and my nice clothes are so cheap. Oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  Oh, so about the football game last week. My brother went in and saved us seats while my sister and I waited for our friends. When we went in, I was the first one to go into the row, I ended up sitting RIGHT next to this cute Senior. The very kid my sister has a crush on. We were sitting so close our shoulders were crossed. I was practically on this guys lap!! My sister was alittle jealous. Then there were all these other kids sitting around us and they were shoving and stuff. I had a couple of guys fall back onto my legs. Yeah, weird. Then these other guys were kicking our rear-ends when they were shoving. Yeah, also weird. Well I guess I should end this post. Bye Ya'll!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116077162401651579?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116077162401651579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116077162401651579' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116077162401651579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116077162401651579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-116017140909497217</id><published>2006-10-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:50:09.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure What The Title Should Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;   So I'm technically homeschooled but I take math at the highschool. Its homecoming this week and I'm going to the game. I hate football and totally do not understand the game. So you may ask why I'm even going to the homecoming game. I go because its what kids do!! I went last year with my sis, bro and a friend. We froze our butts off but it was SO FUN!!! We mostly just kept track of all the players. My friend had a crush on like three of the star football players.And my cousin was another star football player. When we got there we were looking for a space on the bleachers to sit but it was really crowded. My sister looks over at the other side of the field where there was hardly anybody is sitting. She says, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Why don't we go sit over there? There's tons of room on those bleachers. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My friend is like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Umm. Thats were the people from the other team sit." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Oh. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Shows you how much my family gets football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;  This week was Spirit Week at school and Tuesday was flashback day. It was interesting to walk through the halls. I felt like I was in a time warp. Thursday was color day. 9th grade wore red,10th blue, 11th white,12th black. So I come in wearing a black shirt and almost my whole class was red, there was a couple blues , one white and two seniors wearing black ( including me.) The other senior is this disturbing looking kid whom I'm convinced is from the Alternative Learning Center and lives in the scummy welfare apartments in town. He looks Goth. Its the easy Algebra class and he acts like he's special 'cause he's a senior in the easy math. So I come in wearing the senior color black and this 9th grade girl turns and says really loud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" You're a senior?!! "   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The whole class turns and looks at me.  I'm like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Yeah ". Very embarassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  The Goth senior just gives me this deadbeat look and I think I took the glory away from him. He probably feels like he's no longer the special senior in the class.  Oh well. Tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   Well I gotta go. Laters everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; P.S. I got my senior pics back. I'm not allowed to post pics of myself but if you're really curious as to what I look like, my friend Kassy has them posted on her blog. Shes over at Xanga and her blog is called MiAmoEsKassy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-116017140909497217?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/116017140909497217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=116017140909497217' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116017140909497217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/116017140909497217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-sure-what-title-should-be.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure What The Title Should Be.'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-115974494218776443</id><published>2006-10-01T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:22:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O.k. So I know that its only been 2 days but I'm so excited about getting my blog back that I can't wait to post again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yesterday I got my senior pictures done. I had my friend Kassy do them. She is SO SO good! She should seriously be a professional. We did some around our house and then went down the road to the campground / park. My sister and our 3 friends came with to do some buddy shots. We went out on the pier and did one of those pictures where everybody lays in a circle with their heads together. Except we couldn't open our eyes cause the sun was so bright. And it was like 8o degrees yesterday. It feels like summer is back! I wish. Anyways, it way really fun and I can't wait to see what they look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I noticed that there is this warning on our computer keyboard that made me crack up. It goes like this:" WARNING: Some experts believe that the use of any keyboard may cause serious injury. Consult statement on the back of this keyboard. " Seriously people!! Is that not the lamest thing ever?! But I think it would be awesome one of those " experts " and think up bogus warnings and call it a job! I'm sitting her wondering how someone can possibly injure themselves really bad using a keyboard. Maybe someone broke a nail while typing and called it a " serious injury " Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I was reading blogs on another blog site the other day and this girl had a quote posted on her blog. I hope she dosn't mind if I use it. Its really funny. Some guy said, " I think the worst way to die is to be struck by lightning. Its like God's version of a drive- by - shooting. " That is SO funny!! I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways, I'm done with random things now. Bye! Tamoosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35277242-115974494218776443?l=thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/115974494218776443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35277242&amp;postID=115974494218776443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/115974494218776443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35277242/posts/default/115974494218776443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenameistamoosh.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-random-things_01.html' title='Just Random Things!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35277242.post-115958753888715009</id><published>2006-09-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:38:58.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoooo!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! I'm Back! Whoooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi Bloggers! Its been a long time. Well, kind of. I used to have a blog but when my family got internet at home ( finally! ) My dad didn't like the idea of a blog ( or blob, as he called them ) and made me delete it. You might know me as Homeschoolkid. Even though I deleted my blog I still had my username and would visit other blogs.  I begged my dad to let me set my blog back up and he finally caved in after I solemnly promised not to post my whole real name, pictures or give away any other info that would make it easier for any weirdos to track me down. I also used the arguement that since I'm homeschooled and am VERY sheltered ( I'm really not. I'm one of those few homeschoolers who do have a life. ) and I NEVER get to do anything ( also not entirely true ) that I NEED a blog. Thats one of the perks of being homeschooled - you always have that arguement to use! Anyways, I will try to post fairly often unlike certain bloggers who shall remain annonymous, right Blondie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                       Anyways, catch ya'lls later.                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Whoooo!!!'/><author><name>Tamoosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03509015471877286888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
