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In honor of the election, I give you the GEORGE BUSH LOL!!!!! YAYYY!
I wish it was funnier...

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Vote for Timmy!!!!!!!!

I remeber this was when he recieved an award last year, I just can't remeber which award it was...


Hey, guys, Timmy (Tim Tebow, duhh.), is a semi-finalist for the Davey O'Brien Award (which is given to college football's best quarterback, he got it last year) and he's currently running 2nd in the fan vote to Colt McCoy (college qb for Texas), sooo I was wondering if ya'll would vote for him (PLEEEAAASSSEEE!?!?!). You have to register and they'll let you vote once a day. Thanks a ton if you do! Here's the link... http://www.voteobrien.org/


P.S. Morgan and Bailey, here's the pic of Rainbow that left me traumatized and scarred for life.... Enjoy =D.
Scary, yet hilarious.


P.P.S.- Courtney!!!! I saw you!!! On the performance band thingy! You guys were really good and I LOVED YOUR HAIR! How did you get it straight?!?!


P.P.P.S. More pics from LOLDrivers!
The caption is what makes this funny. You gotta love those Allstate commercials....
Haha! I love his face and I love the caption!

Definite LOLs from LOLDrivers

(Kasey Kahne) Teehee! He's so cute.
(Kasey Kahne and ESad) They stole muh smiley! I wonder what they were doing...
(Dinger!) LOL!
(Kasey Kahne) Again.... LOL! I wonder why he had made that face...

To Write Love On Her Arms

The phrase above may sound familiar and maybe you have seen it before (I've seen it on Colby's shirt multiple times) well, I finally looked it up and here's what I found...

This began with a story....

TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS.

by jamie tworkowski

Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars." I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her. Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms. She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes. Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired. After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff. She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life. As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly. We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

To Write Love on Her Arms is a work in progress. This began with one broken girl, one painful night; addiction, depression, cutting. This is a glimpse at the five days that followed, a decision to love and to begin telling her true story. To Write Love on Her Arms is becoming something bigger, something hopeful. It's the realization of what life can be when we commit to meeting a need. A friend of mine told me there's no such thing as suicide prevention. This is an attempt to prove him wrong, to say that love can change a life. We can hold back the darkness. Rescue is possible. More soon to come. Join us as we continue to write this story, and as we begin to offer hope to the many hopeless who walk these dark roads. A Jimmy Eat World lyric has been stuck in my head today, "Believe your voice can mean something."

Homecoming

Homecoming was sooo much fun! It took a little while to get going, but doesn't it always? Everyone looked so pretty and the guys looked good, too. The sophomores weren't lying when they said the decorations would be good, the theme was "Cirque Du Retour" and we couldn't recognize the school at all! Almost everyone was dancing and had a good time. We tried to get Colby to dance and even though he thinks he can't dance, I think he did a good job. We were all worn out after it was over and I was pretty happy to see my bed when I got home.

Twilight!!!!

The new Twilght trailor came out!!!! It's awesome! If you haven't seen it, you can find it at www.twilightthemovie.com

Happy Halloween!!

A halloweeny survery

So do you remember what your very first costume was?: PIGLET!
Why do those packs of just 2 Starbursts taste better than a whole pack: Idk.
Have you ever egged a house on cabage night?: no
Do you like the smell of pumpkin guts?: ew, no.
How old were you when you stopped trick or treating?: ummm, 12, I think.
(or how old WILL you be when you do stop): 12
As a kid did you watch Charlie Browns holloween special every year?: not every year but I would watch it occasionally
Do you like candy corn?: yes!
Whats the best costume you ever wore?: uh, a pirate
Do you like watching scary movies on halloween?: no. But I may this year. =D
Ever notice how Halloween night always has that smokey smell outside?: no...
Are you a big fan of the houses that give out cans of soda?: haha! there are houses that give out SODA!?
Whats the best thing you ever got from a house?: a dollar
Have you ever been so scared on Halloween you cried?: no
What do you do with the stuff you get that you dont like?: cheapo candy
Have you ever been chased by a dog on Halloween?: no
Who do you ususally go trick or treating with?: the family
Have you ever smashed someone elses pumpkins?: no...
Do you like the band Smashing Pumpkins?: there's a band!?
Do you remember elementary school feild trips to the pumpkin patch?: never went to a pumpkin patch on a field trip
Have you ever hid behind bushes to jump out and scare little kids?: that's mean!
Whats the best haloween candy?: reese's
Have you ever eaten so much candy you got sick?: nope
Do you remember comparing who got the most candy with your friends?: no
If we're not suppose to take candy from strangers why do we on Halloween?: good question!
Have you ever had a bat in your house?: no
If so did you name it Pablo?: lol no.
Has anyone ever trashed your house on Halloween?: no, but every year the house next to me gets egged
Is there some one you really wish would get their house egged?: yepp.
Whats the coolest jack-o-lantern carving you ever saw?: a Kasey Kahne jack-o-lantern!
Whats grosser Almond Joy or Mary Janes?: I love MARY JANES! Almond Joys are NASTY!
What did you go as last year, if anything?: never
Did you used to hate having school the morning after Halloween?: yepp.
Did you ever take a sheet and go as a "ghost": lol, nooo.
What was the most original thing you ever went as?: an 80's, umm, person...
Whats the creepiest costume you ever saw someone wear?: a bleeding Scream
Do you like the lady that gives out apples every year?: nobody in my neighborhood gives out apples
Have you ever gotten a rock?: lol, no.
What do you think of the house that turns the lights out and gives no candy: lol, we do that. but we're usually never home on Halloween anyway.
Did you love hearing scary ghost stories as a kid?: yeah. I used to hear them all the time, especially at sleepovers. Lizzie always told the best ones.

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The weekend that was...

The Tampa Bay Rays beat the Boston Red Sox 9-8 after a 5 AND A HALF HOUR GAME. The series is tied 1-1.

Kasey Kahne did an absolutely phenomenal job on Saturday night, finishing 2nd. If it had been the Bank of America 505, Kasey would have won it.

The Gators totally whooped the formally 4th ranked, LSU Tigers, 51-21.

So besides watching all the stuff above, the weekend was pretty boring. Mcknizie, Morgan and I went bowling and we won 3 out of 4 games and my family and I visited my grandpa, who got out of the hospital last week. I watched Disturbia for the first time and it was REALLY good. It's not at all scary, just very startling. Anybody up for possibly seeing Eagle Eye next week, if there is even time?? Next week will be busy, because of course its HOMECOMING!!!! TTFN.

Happy Harvick vs Cousin Carl

Pics of the highly publicized fist fight between Kevin Harvick and Carl Edwards...



Apparently the incident stemmed from last weekend's Big One II, when Edwards caused a monster pileup at the end of the race that took out Harvick. In television interviews afterward, Harvick called Edwards a "pansy." Edwards responded by leaving a note that read, "Kevin, Thanks for (expletive) me on TV - I was really trying to screw up everyone's day. Love, Carl."

Thanks to From The Marbles for the pics and the info ^above^! Who do YOU think won??

(Note: Carl Edwards is the one with the duck on his back and Kevin Harvick has the sunglasses on his hat... If you didn't already know that.)

10/10/08

Pics of the Day:

Awww! Isn't Kyle's car pretty!? It's his M&Ms/Breast Cancer Awareness car.

More of Mister Busch, who is wearing his cool gold-reflecto sunglasses.

Hola guys! I picked the pics above, because it's Dale Jr.'s birthday and I wanted to be very anti-Dale. Today was a very easy, laid-back day at school today. I bought my homecoming ticket (which btw, is $20 now, so if you haven't all ready bought one, bring more money.) We "bought" books today for the Bookseller's Day presentations and I sneaked a peek in my "money bag' and it looked like it had quite a bit of "money" in it. Well, that's it. It's been a really boring week, but next week will be AWESOME, because it's Spirit Week and HOMECOMING!!!!!!! TTYL.

Growing Up With The JoBro's

http://www.usmagazine.com/jonas-brothers-through-the-years

Check ^this^ out. The pictures are too cute.

10/8/08

Pic of the Day:
LOL. This pic is for Mikela, because it's Jimmie, but also because it's a pretty funny picture. Once again I must give props to LOLDrivers for this pic... YAY THEM!

Ok, before we get to school I have TONS of other things to say...
1st. Nascar... THEY R GOING TO CHARLOTTE!!! KASEY IS AWESOMETASTIC THERE! Also, Carpantier is getting kicked out of the #10 and being replaced (for now) by Mike Wallace (uhh, ew.) and AJ Allmendinger (YAYY!). Finally, Brad Keselowski, (the stupid nerd boy who drives for Jr.) is qualifing for his 1st Sprint Cup race (ew!). Today is Baby Mears Watch Day #2!

2nd. Tebow... Ok, this freak of nature, Ricky Jean Francois thinks he can talk crap about Tebow. His interview pretty much made it sound like he wanted to hurt Tebow and get him out of the game. I'm so sick and tired of LSU and their fans. They freaking have NO CLASS WHATSOEVER. First, they call Tebow on his cellphone and give him death threats, now their defense wants to hurt him! Well you know what, SCREW. THEM.

Ok, now to school. I did my Bookseller's Day thing today, and let me tell you, I was uber-nervous, but David said it was good so I felt a little bit better knowing I didn't totally suck. At lunch, we were arguing about what was better, NASCAR or Drag Racing (NASCAR won of course because Bailey kept saying the same thing, but she probably thinks she won.) Yeah, well, that's it. TTYL.

9/7/08

Pic of the Day:
Well, um, I just have one thing to say... This. Pic. Is. HILARIOUS!

Well, this news is for Kinzie, I keep forgetting to tell you about it at school so I 'm just going to post it here. Disney is making a Pirates 4. I have a feeling you already know this, but I'm gonna post it anyway.

Not much happened today. We played this deer/population game in Mrs. Sainz class today. It was kinda lame, but I think we all had fun. Well, um, wow, I think that's it. Also, if anyone has a bad day on friday, I know why. Oh, and HOMECOMING IS NEXT WEEK!!!!! k, ttyl.

This Weekend

Pic of the Day:
I think I know the culprit. *cough* crew chief in the left of the picture *cough* I think he looks guilty.

I haven't written in a while, trust me you haven't missed anything, it's been pretty boring. Well, on Friday, Azia, Mikela, Mckinzie, and I were sitting at a table in the lunchroom like we do every morning and all of a sudden I see Darian stand up and his shirt is covered with milk and he squirts juice at the guy that threw the milk on him. Well, he missed. It ended up hitting us and messing up Mikela's AVID stuff and Azia's Spanish project. It was the start to the worst friday ever. Then, on Saturday, Me, Mckinzie and Morgan, went bowling and we lost all 3 games to the 1st place team. Not only that, but Andrew was EVERYWHERE! And as we were waiting on my brother, Mack walked in and I couldn't help but laugh. He probably noticed, but hey, I don't care. Then, I watched the Gators beat Arkansas 38-7 and Tebow was beaming. It was good to see a smile on his face again. On Sunday, I went shopping and got shoes for my homecoming dress, a new purse, and an Evan Longoria shirt. Then, I watched the race, which was crazy! There were 2 big wrecks! Unfortunatly, Kasey was caught up in one and Tony Stewart officialy won the race, but Reagan Smith thinks he should have won. So, that's it. TTFN!

NOTE: MORGAN!! DON'T FORGET BELLA'S BRACELET!!!