<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895</id><updated>2009-10-16T16:14:42.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of April</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895.post-2194767141042870354</id><published>2008-06-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:19:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was painfully fun. Saturday we decided to have dinner at the parents house since Ben was getting off early. I brought the 9mm and the shotgun so we could do some shooting. I watched Ben and Leigh shoot skeet for a while (i was not shooting because i didn't want to have the gun going off to close to my face) and then decided I needed to have more shotgun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say Leigh took full advantage of showing me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in home&lt;/span&gt; defense poses and even got a huge piece of plywood and outlined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ben's&lt;/span&gt; body on it so I would have a accurate target. After shooting a ton of rounds my armpit and inside my arm is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; up. It was worth it because I now know how to aim the shotgun if someone decides to break in and try to rape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday some friends of ours visited our church for the first time. We were so thankful that God put it in there hearts to go and we saw it as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to minster to them more. We sadly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shy ed&lt;/span&gt; away from talking to them about the Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they are devote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt;. After church we went over to there house and started to talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt; and the cool thing is they were asking questions. We decided to go pick up lunch for everyone( the tasty taco bell) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when Ben and I decided to hang out all day with them. So we ate and talked and had a great time. Then Eric ask if we have ever played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. Not being big into video games we reluctantly said we'd try it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; glad we did! Its was the best. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; fit made you work so hard and every muscle in my body hurts. If you have never played, please do it as soon as possible. I've already been looking to buy one but its hard to find them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6297303585417063895-2194767141042870354?l=piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/2194767141042870354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6297303585417063895&amp;postID=2194767141042870354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/2194767141042870354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/2194767141042870354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15959998892165355199'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895.post-3749966757738395775</id><published>2008-04-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:00:51.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friends Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzVRSK8lyI/AAAAAAAAABs/-7wDdcJcBkM/s1600-h/pics+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191758963363583778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzVRSK8lyI/AAAAAAAAABs/-7wDdcJcBkM/s200/pics+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzUzSK8lxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZjYDJBIN_Z4/s1600-h/pics+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191758447967508242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzUzSK8lxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZjYDJBIN_Z4/s200/pics+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzT7SK8lwI/AAAAAAAAABc/KQNQlU0_PGE/s1600-h/pics+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191757485894833922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzT7SK8lwI/AAAAAAAAABc/KQNQlU0_PGE/s200/pics+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzPsSK8lvI/AAAAAAAAABU/39HKH1cW0SQ/s1600-h/pics+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191752830150285042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzPsSK8lvI/AAAAAAAAABU/39HKH1cW0SQ/s200/pics+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey Wells and Kimmie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alsbrook&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; married. Yesterday Ben and I had the honor of being in the wedding party to witness their union. It was a beautiful day and the location was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;. Kim was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt; of classic beauty and Casey was handsome as always. The setting was one out of a fairy tail with wildflowers growing everywhere and Kim being escorted to the ceremony on a horse drawn carriage. The service was one of the best I have heard (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of weddings) as it was completely centered around God. It really puts joy in my heart that two people that I have deep feelings for would choose to base there vows to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; with God first then one another second. While the vows were being said I had a clear shot at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Casey's&lt;/span&gt; face and there was joy and happiness on it as he was repeating the words to Kim. There was love in his eyes and that made me look at my own hubby (who was standing across from me) to find he was looking back at me with the same look in his eyes. Godly marriages produce the best marriages. After the service there was the long task of taking picture. I cant wait to see them! We then proceeded to the reception to have a delicious dinner and mingle. The best mans toast was none like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; ever heard. Casey's brother Russell gave a speech that none of us would ever guess he had in him. It was heart felt and he had all of us in tears. Very loving and honoring to the bride and groom. Good job Russell! Then Amber (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kim's&lt;/span&gt; sister) was so sweet and also loving with her words that she to made everyone tear up. She started crying and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tugged&lt;/span&gt; at our hearts even more. The cakes were so pretty and better than that they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good! I wish I had some now. When things started to wind down Ben and I decided to go to the next town that was about 10-15 minutes away to get beer for the after party. We get there and we realize that neither one of us had our wallets. That was a bummer. We drove back and I decided to stay and send Ben back to finish the mission. There was like 12 of us who stayed to hang out with the newlyweds and just relax. The evening was fun with conversation and drinks and a hot tub that was boiling our feet. Ben had to leave to go to work and I stayed on the hopes that people wouldn't be in bed by 10:00. The were in bed by 9:30. Understandably so, it had been a long day. Russell and Mel decided to drive back to Tyler and I jumped in with them to get to see one last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; of Ben before he went back to Franklin. The day was awesome and I am so happy I was apart of it. I love you Casey and Kimmie! Best wishes and Congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of yeah, I got a really bad sunburn. It hurts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6297303585417063895-3749966757738395775?l=piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/3749966757738395775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6297303585417063895&amp;postID=3749966757738395775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/3749966757738395775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/3749966757738395775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friends Wedding'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15959998892165355199'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/SAzVRSK8lyI/AAAAAAAAABs/-7wDdcJcBkM/s72-c/pics+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895.post-5747038202575129937</id><published>2008-04-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:30:50.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weirdest&lt;/span&gt; dream last night. I think I'm going to start posting my dreams just so I can look back on them. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arriving by bus to a new town and by myself. No idea where I was but as soon as I got there a group of guys (who very very good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;) came to greet me. One of them had some car that was the most awesome car on earth and he wanted to show me a trick. It was dark so the street lights were on and he told me to walk over to the light. He backed his car up to it and told me to hold on tight to the lamp. As I was doing that the most handsome guy in the world (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of corse&lt;/span&gt; he had no face so it must have been Ben) said he would catch me. The other guy started the car and turned up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bumpin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stereo&lt;/span&gt; and was playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mozart's&lt;/span&gt;- O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fortuna&lt;/span&gt;. The song starts out slow but then gets really intense. As it does my legs shoot up and it was like I was in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; holding on for dear life. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; the music and the cute faceless guy catches me.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I'm at my new house when Jessica's mom calls and invites me to walk the March of Dimes with them, then swim in their new pool. I decline and start unpacking all my stuff. The house is a mess when all of the sudden Ben burst in the door. He says the town is in trouble and we have to save it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aliens&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; in human form and trying to turn all of us. The only way to save them (and right before he told me) a "friend" kicks in our door to just say hi. Ben yells " grab the shot guns" and I have like 5 shot guns laying under stuff. We get the heck out of there and run to he hardware store to buy ammo. The retail guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have the right shells that we need so Ben starts making them. He said the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;only way&lt;/span&gt; to kill the aliens is by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; glass shards in the gun shells. While hes making them the actor that plays Kill Bills brother walks in and I can just tell he is out to get me so I start shooting him but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the right ammo in my gun. He just absorbs all my shots. He starts running for us just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; gets his gun loaded and as Ben shoots him I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it. I wish I could know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ben's&lt;/span&gt; glass shard bullets saved us. I'm sure they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6297303585417063895-5747038202575129937?l=piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/5747038202575129937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6297303585417063895&amp;postID=5747038202575129937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/5747038202575129937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/5747038202575129937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-dreams.html' title='Crazy Dreams'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15959998892165355199'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895.post-5899572928836490111</id><published>2008-04-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:38:33.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things.</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I have been able to post a new blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; makes me 10% sad but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back and ready to share thoughts with the world. I have been helping a friend throw her wedding and it finally happened on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; March 29. I am so happy I was able to help and it went off perfect but I realized something in the process. I never want to plan a wedding again! It was like planning your own but you have the added pressure of will the bride like it. So, that wedding will be my first and last as a wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the subject I wanted to write about. The little things in life that give you the kind of pleasure that nothing else can. I really feel you will agree with me while you read my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. q-tips- there is nothing more exciting than getting out of the shower, jamming a q-tip in my ear, twisting it around, and pulling it out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. brushing- this is not something i do just in the morning or before bed. Any mood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in I can go to sink and start brushing my teeth and it will make that mood better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; forget the flossing and the best part- Listerine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;popping&lt;/span&gt; zits- now I know some of you will be grossed out but popping zits is awesome. You have one that is festering for days, it hurts, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;, but in my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy its there. I know that at the right moment I will be able to squeeze that uncomfortable red spot and BOOM! Victory is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sneezing- i love to sneeze! its like a really good action movie. You feel it start to build up, your heart starts pounding, you take a deep breath, here comes the climax, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ACHEW&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Afterwards there is a clam, its over, you made. FYI- a sneeze when measured has the same power as a cat 5 hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. taco bell- my favorite fast food. when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; down, sad, upset, depressed or just really super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; I jump in the car and head to taco bell. I hardly ever go in to dine but I love the drive through. I get my food, head home, and settle in on the couch to take that first bite. yummy! I know after that meal life will go on and I have taco bell to hold my hand and carry my through. just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;. They have it on fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but those 5 were in my heart to share with you right now. If you guys feel like sharing any of your little things I would love to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;Love April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6297303585417063895-5899572928836490111?l=piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/5899572928836490111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6297303585417063895&amp;postID=5899572928836490111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/5899572928836490111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/5899572928836490111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-things.html' title='The little things.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15959998892165355199'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895.post-2153435543234207511</id><published>2008-03-06T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:58:12.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9CEh74PlFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HdtW-1_ALmY/s1600-h/stuff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174781690392843346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9CEh74PlFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HdtW-1_ALmY/s320/stuff+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never feed me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will sure show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must scratch me there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, above my tail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, elevator butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touch my tail, I shred your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New rule tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In deep sleep hear sound cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; vomit hairball somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will find in morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace personified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leap into the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur of motion, then --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silence, me, a paper bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is so funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mighty hunterReturns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with gifts of plump birds --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your foot just squashed one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's see you ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sitting on your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small cardboard box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot see me if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ican just hide my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fought for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come and see!What's a 'term paper?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small brave carnivores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear vacuum cleaner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be close to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I fit my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside your armpit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, poop! Help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got outside!Let me back inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big One has been trapped by newspaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat to the rescue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine lies still in bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then screams;My claws are not that sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6297303585417063895-2153435543234207511?l=piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/2153435543234207511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6297303585417063895&amp;postID=2153435543234207511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/2153435543234207511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/2153435543234207511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/2008/03/cat-haiku.html' title='Cat Haiku'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15959998892165355199'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9CEh74PlFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HdtW-1_ALmY/s72-c/stuff+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297303585417063895.post-5603805765167251571</id><published>2008-03-06T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:11:23.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9BBw74PlDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NDo1LR5Dfzs/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174708280811820082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9BBw74PlDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NDo1LR5Dfzs/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9BBxb4PlEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/loBc3pvvdqQ/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174708289401754690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9BBxb4PlEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/loBc3pvvdqQ/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have links to loved ones blogs that I enjoy reading very much but never thought to create one of my own. Until today. As I was talking to sweet Jess about my adventures in art lessons she suggested creating one so she can keep up with my progress. That blog will be entered later:) So today I want to talk about my title. Pieces of April. The story is told that once upon a time my dad was a bit of a hippie. He enjoyed all the perks of the 70's, long hair, doing drugs, awesome clothes, crazy music, ect.... There is a song by Deep Purple called The Pieces of April to which the name April is said only once and you have to listen close to hear it. Now this is an eight minute song with the classic guitar solo that last 4 of those 8 minutes. Rumor has it that when he heard this "deep" song he knew that was what he had to name his first daughter April. So to bring this story to an end here I am. Thanks dad for not backing down and naming me April. Compared to some of the names my mom would have chose I feel lucky. Its a good name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6297303585417063895-5603805765167251571?l=piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/feeds/5603805765167251571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6297303585417063895&amp;postID=5603805765167251571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/5603805765167251571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6297303585417063895/posts/default/5603805765167251571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofapril-april.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01230551777178420535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15959998892165355199'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4Bj20qu7WU/R9BBw74PlDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NDo1LR5Dfzs/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>