<?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-3902648007131448643</id><updated>2011-08-31T06:05:37.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brit Phill</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-7771709842474791075</id><published>2011-08-31T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:05:37.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through withdraws</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. I can't wait till I have a full time career, bigger living space and a "yard" so I can finally own a dog again. &amp;nbsp;I can seriously say I'm going through dog withdraws!! &amp;nbsp;I've been looking into possibly fostering a dog from the local shelter, but unfortunately I'm not so sure if I actually would have the time and space as of now. &amp;nbsp;*sigh* &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll just start going down to the shelter and volunteer or something.. &amp;nbsp;I just gotta get my dog fix or I'ma go crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-7771709842474791075?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/7771709842474791075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=7771709842474791075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7771709842474791075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7771709842474791075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-through-withdraws.html' title='Going through withdraws'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-1382373698940434082</id><published>2011-08-29T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:43:27.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>I'm so unsure of this situation I've been presented with... &amp;nbsp;I have a funny feeling that its just gonna turn out like the last time, and last time wasn't pretty... &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you go back to being friends with someone who treated you like you've never been treated. Made you feel lower than low. To this day, their harsh words can still draw a tear from your eye... &amp;nbsp;How do you move on.. how do you not hold that against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't the old saying live and learn?? &amp;nbsp;I sure learned.. about a 100 times over. &amp;nbsp;But what do you do when that person claims its different now, that they have changed. &amp;nbsp;Do you believe them..? &amp;nbsp;Do you do the right thing.. the thing that Jesus would do... give them another chance because they may have changed, even though you are taking a huge risk of being beatin into the dirt again... &amp;nbsp;why should I. &amp;nbsp;They don't even believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why am I even giving this person the time of day..? &amp;nbsp;I honestly can't answer it myself. &amp;nbsp;I just hate not getting along with people, but it seems like being nice and giving people chances just gets you screwed over in the end. &lt;br /&gt;My trust has been broken, I find it hard to believe anything that is said.. even the smallest of things I question when it comes to talking with this person. &amp;nbsp;So many questions, so many unknown answers... &amp;nbsp;even if I was told an answer.. &amp;nbsp;I can't honestly say I'd believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so conflicted...its eating at me.. &amp;nbsp;I just don't know what to do... what do I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-1382373698940434082?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/1382373698940434082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=1382373698940434082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/1382373698940434082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/1382373698940434082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-6939693316544403398</id><published>2011-08-10T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T05:48:59.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBBBBBDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>TODAYS MY 21st BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;AHHHH!!!!! And its been amazing so far!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities started last night at the tattoo shop, where I got a card, keychain and a cake from my boss(who is the best boss man ever btw.) &amp;nbsp;I ended up staying late, so at the stroke of midnight he gave me a bottle of black spiced rum, and I took my first legal drink.. haha &amp;nbsp;I was just a bit excited(ok I was running around the shop yelling it was my birthday, while periodically dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home from the shop I sang at the top of my lungs, and reflected over the past 21 years. &amp;nbsp;Thought about all the experiences I've had, the people I've met, the friends I've made and lost and the shit thats gone down... its been a hell of 21 year.. &amp;nbsp;and I'm so lookin forward to the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this morning I was up bright and early at 6:15 to go to work. &amp;nbsp;As I walked through the door to watch the "Chunk, and Jobsecurity((lol)) &amp;nbsp;the 3 oldest screamed happy birthday and gave me hugs. &amp;nbsp;I got a card with some dough in it and a bottle of JACK! haha &amp;nbsp;Jason asked Lindsey if it was a good idea to give there nanny a bottle of whiskey(LOL) &amp;nbsp;and she said yea, as long as its not cracked open when they get home! haha.... So as of now my phone has been blowing up with notifications with wishes of happy birthdayness :)) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Its been a great day of birth so far... hopefully I'll remember the rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-6939693316544403398?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/6939693316544403398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=6939693316544403398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6939693316544403398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6939693316544403398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2011/08/bbbbbbday.html' title='BBBBBBDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-831580636297981343</id><published>2011-08-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:29:40.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatin</title><content type='html'>Late night last night. With a few drinks involved... So today I decided I was going to do something active and work off those adult beverage calories. &amp;nbsp; Thus I took on the undertaking of long boarding down to my gym(which is 3 miles away ((one way)) &amp;nbsp;to go work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually turned out being very relaxing! &amp;nbsp;even though I sweated the whole entire time like a fat man with a fatter man laying on top of him in a bed of coals. I even got to use my new skate pack which was awesome.. even thought it took a bit to get used to, because it threw off my balance when I went to pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I long boarded roughly 6 miles to work my legs, and then swam around a 1500 to work my arms.. all n' all I feel good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to clean my home, and clean my sweaty self up and get ready for one of my buddies 21st bdays!!! &amp;nbsp;and remember.. mine is in 4 days! :D &amp;nbsp;ha haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-831580636297981343?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/831580636297981343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=831580636297981343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/831580636297981343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/831580636297981343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweatin.html' title='Sweatin'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-4807711320131010335</id><published>2011-08-03T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T05:27:05.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countin the days till colder weather...</title><content type='html'>It may seem crazy that I'm dreaming if snow in the middle of summer; but none the less it's true.  Last night I found myself shopping for a new snowboarding coat for the season, along with watching boarding videos... This definetly didn't help my longing for snow!  I'm so stoked for this season it's not even funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I concentrated hard core on my technique, stance, and all around carving. I am super excited to report that this year I'll be throwing my self full force at the park, determined to get down rails/jumps.  I'm eager to learn more and also get my level one in instructing.  Even though I've only been boarding for 2 years(not counting this season) it's somthin that I am truly passionate about... My only regret is that I wish I woulda jumped into the sport sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this season is to become all around comfortable and confident in the park; even though some of my favorite boarders will not be there to teach/join me :(.  All I can do is squeeze every little piece of info and tip out of the remaining instructors...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, we are going to have a whole new staff up at the peaks!!!  More than half of our old crew left last year... Which sucks ass..  But this means, way more people to get to know!!  It's gonna be a whole new family(hopefully with less drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another upside to this season..?! I'll be old enough to chill in the bar, that's right, I can now legally snowboard drunk!!  Which reminds me, dont do that, it'd a bad idea haha.  Needless to say I'm looking very much forward to this season, I know I'm going to be a huge influence on the noobies(muhahahaha) even though I'm only a second year myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fo sho give you all glimpses of what it's like to work at a ski resort... It's quite a party.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out for now.. I'm Brit, and this is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-4807711320131010335?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/4807711320131010335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=4807711320131010335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4807711320131010335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4807711320131010335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2011/08/countin-days-till-colder-weather.html' title='Countin the days till colder weather...'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-2525475808193262836</id><published>2011-08-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T06:55:54.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny the way it is</title><content type='html'>How is it that I let so much time pass in between blog posts?!  It's been atleast a year since I've last posted anything, man oh man how time flys!  I'll try to recap very quickly so you all can catch up with me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always I've been living and learning.  As far as the relationship business goes I'm done with that for a good while. My last official relationship lasted for almost 2 years.  I learned alot about myself and people in general.. There was an underlinig reason that I ended it, but as time goes on more and more reasons surface.  The main reason were that we both were on a different path in life. He wants to stay in good ole IN, get married and settle down.  My desires couldn't be more opposite!  I'm on the fast track of making a career and traveling!  So, I ended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the single life couldnt be better as of now; although in the past 8 months I've delt with more drama and craziness that I ever thought possible coming from one person... But I've had some times of my life and have definitely changed.  Its sad to say my views toward men and relationships have takin a sour turn. But I'm desperately trying not to hold past wrongs against new people... It's a difficult task to say the least.  It doesn't help the situation that I've become very emotionally detached , which no matter what people say, it's no way to go through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a lighter note I've had the opportunity to travel!!  This past march I made my way out west :D. And how that has lifted my spirits and fueled me you will never know! I visited CO, Vegas and UT... Snowboarding was def the highlight!  To jump off a 10/15 foot cliff drop into fresh white pow makes my soul sing!! Which reminds me, that is one of my occupations now.  Yes, I am a Snowboard instructior and I love it with all my heart.. Which is why in 2 years I plan to move out west.. That gives me enough time to save up some money and finish my tattoo apprenticeship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another big change in my life, I am also studying to become a tattooist!!  Could I ask for a better job!?(besides snowboarding, of course). I think not!! I love it to death, to say the least.  I'm constantly challenged artistically  and I get to meet people from every walk of life.. Needless to say my priorities are straight! :) I'm concentrating on me, what makes me happy. It may sound selfish, but if you aren't happy how do you expect in influence others in a positive manner?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more things before I wrap this up... I am finally living on my own, with my best friend in the whole wide world as my roommate.  Horses have taken to the back burnner, doesnt mean I have lost my passion for them, I just don't have the time and resources at this point in my life. My 21st birthday is in 8 days!!!!!! (bout to get wild, haha) oh and I'm on a mission to transform my body to the one I've always wanted... Workout 24/7!!  Until next time, I'm Brit.. And this is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-2525475808193262836?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/2525475808193262836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=2525475808193262836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2525475808193262836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2525475808193262836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-way-it-is.html' title='Funny the way it is'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-4243333727515903025</id><published>2010-03-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:47:23.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in the business</title><content type='html'>Well here I am, its been over a year since I've even looked at this thing. &amp;nbsp;But i decided to start writing again. &amp;nbsp;Most of them will consist of my everyday adventures, and my journey around the country and possibly the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, let us begin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I flew to New Orleans. &amp;nbsp;This was not the original plan, I was supposed to be going to Las Vegas.. but plans change by the minute in my life. &amp;nbsp;So here I am. &amp;nbsp;The plan ride(s) down here were quite interesting. I will just mention a few highlights..&lt;br /&gt;First off I fly standby, so I really never know if I will actually get on a flight or not... &amp;nbsp;This morning at approximately 5:35a.m. I was cutting it close. &amp;nbsp;My plane left at 6:15 a.m. and I had just printed out my boarding pass when I started heading for the security line.... then I realized it started right in front of me. &amp;nbsp;Yes thats right. &amp;nbsp;The line for security was backed up all the way to the front desks. &amp;nbsp;As i mumbled a few choice words I stepped into place behind an older lady. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the line waisted little time and started moving at a nice steady pace. &amp;nbsp;I hightailed it through security(cause I'm a pro at this flying stuff ;) and headed toward my gate... but to my dismay there was exactly 5 people waiting on standby... and there was only one seat left.....at this point I started to get butterflies, thinkin I would not be able to get on the flight. But fortunately I had the highest seniority and got the last seat.... haha :) &amp;nbsp;more stories to come about the other flight... &amp;nbsp;but right now I'm watchin Bev play Bejeweled,lol. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-4243333727515903025?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/4243333727515903025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=4243333727515903025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4243333727515903025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4243333727515903025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-in-business.html' title='I&apos;m back in the business'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-6754852974478510227</id><published>2009-01-31T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:49:35.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I remembered!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, not for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt; if you guys check on my blog much anymore, BUT GUESS WHAT?!  I just remembered i had one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...wow, i know... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; has happened in the past... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt; i dunno 6 months..  I've been on a roller coaster ride to say the least.    I've been through, and done things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not proud of.. but through it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned and grown as a person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made new friends, lost old ones, and all the while God has been there with me...  Although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sad to say I haven't been paying much attention to him..   You don't realize how much the people you hang out with affect the things you do,  or what you say.   But they do... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;.   I've never been one to trust people, and i was in a relationship that proved it.   I'm sure most of you didn't know about it, but we dated for 3 months.. and it was a joke.  There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things i didn't consider and just kinda jumped into it.   NEVER ever date someone unless you feel the same way toward them as they do you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the past...   As of now I'm currently working at Norton's Health Care...  Great job right??  sadly no..  I think i have the worst job in the world.. or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; it feels like it.   I work out of the kitchen, which is ironic cause i said i would never work in Food service again... but here i am.     I don't plan on stay there long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; miserable.  I can't stand being inside.. especially in Hospitals!  Are managers are a joke.. among other things.  The only reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; staying there is for the benefits..  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty much done.  Its not worth being unhappy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fall i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to Collage finally.. It was really nice taking a year off of school.  I'm planning to pursue Art, and Welding... and then after that Training horses, and maybe some stunt work X]  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a free spirit, so this summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; planing on traveling.   I just want to start driving and see where the road takes me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3902648007131448643-6754852974478510227?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/6754852974478510227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=6754852974478510227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6754852974478510227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6754852974478510227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-i-remembered.html' title='Hey I remembered!!'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-78567203226238855</id><published>2008-07-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:07.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrCdXpwMoI/AAAAAAAAANo/DFzDTMepbaQ/s1600-h/cl_tara_blob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrCdXpwMoI/AAAAAAAAANo/DFzDTMepbaQ/s320/cl_tara_blob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222700527710646914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrDZWaPmyI/AAAAAAAAANw/lbelXDRLPWg/s1600-h/1086.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrDZWaPmyI/AAAAAAAAANw/lbelXDRLPWg/s320/1086.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222701558169312034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah...its been awhile.  Well where to start..hmmm.  Ok, so I've been moved out since the end of May, and I LOVE IT!!!! haha, yeah yeah i know what your thinking...its the freedom right????  well, um yes!!!! :D   I love my job, and all the people I work with...well most of them :p. For those of you that don't know, I have been working full time at Country Lake Christian Retreat.  Its a wonderful camp..not to mention that its HUGE.  The lake is awesome..and yes thats the blob. over there -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is also the zipline, iceberg, trapeze, trampoline and boats. I do everything from Lifeguard, to unclogging toilets, mowing, and serving food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrBPF4mZCI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZrrjE5xfStk/s1600-h/lifeguard+tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrBPF4mZCI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZrrjE5xfStk/s320/lifeguard+tube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222699182911284258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are official job title out there is life guard, there are 8 guy guards and 8 girl guards(and we all live there).  We are like one big family,  its almost scary how close we all have become.  And of course we all don't get along every minute of everyday....there has been some drama, buuuuttt we forgive and forget  :)&lt;br /&gt;we also have some hilarious moments... like just acouple days ago, me and another life guard were cleaning the bathrooms in one of the dorms.  She was cleaning the toilets, when all the sudden she yells " BRITTNEY THE TOILETS GOING TO OVER FLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  as she is sitting there screaming I'm yelling at her to turn the water off...so finally she does, obviously it was clogged.   I'm all like *shew* that was close.   So I go back to cleaning the sinks....but she tries to flush the toilet again!!!  before unclogging it!!!!!!  She starts screaming again that its going to over flow!!!  I told her again to turn the water off, but she had already done that and the water was still flowing.  SOOoooo as the water starts to poor out the toilet, she is still screaming her head off trying to figure out how to make it stop, and i'm just bent over holding my stomach laughing as hard as I have ever laughed!!! All the while she is screaming stuff like " NOOOO NO NO NO, STOPPPPP..... BRITTNEY ITS NOT STOPPING!!!!!!! She then starts to yell as loud as she can for another guard cause i don't know what to do, and even if i did i would not have been able to help cause i was laughing so hard....needless to say we finally got it to stop over flowing, but not before there was at least 4 inches of water on the floor.  By that time i had tears running down my face.....and thats just one of the MANY adventures we have at CLCR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i'm giggling just thinking about that incident... good times, good times..XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-78567203226238855?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/78567203226238855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=78567203226238855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/78567203226238855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/78567203226238855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-yeah.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/SHrCdXpwMoI/AAAAAAAAANo/DFzDTMepbaQ/s72-c/cl_tara_blob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-3229645796025090718</id><published>2008-05-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:29:56.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>Hey all, its been forever I know.  I've been SOooooo so so so so so busy!  Thats why I am putting up this post. :D  to tell you all whats been going on.   Vanilla had her baby!  its about a month old, she is the cutest thing on the planet!!!!  I will have pics of her up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Laurens wedding is coming up, its next weekend.  Not this weekend, next.  Everything has come together very nicely....... so far :P  lets just hope everything Keeps coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking a lifeguarding class.  Its 2 days a week, and Monday is my last day!!! YYYYAAAAAYYYYY!!!!  WHOOOHOOOOO!!!  I'm excited.....if you couldn't tell..  Wish me luck on the test! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving out in 2 weeks!  OOOoooooorrrraaaahhhHHH!  Now that is something to be excited about :D!  And I'll be starting work at the end of the month.  I'm so very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been building fence for the past week.....that will wear you out.....*sigh*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw Iron Man yesterday, and it was AWESOME!!!!  Can't wait to see the second one...*wink wink*... Oh and if you haven't seen it yet, stay after the credits......theres alittle more to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres abunch of other stuff I've been doing to, but its irrelevant.........like most of the stuff I just shared with you. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be on here more ......but no promises ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-3229645796025090718?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/3229645796025090718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=3229645796025090718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/3229645796025090718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/3229645796025090718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-all-its-been-forever-i-know.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-3838808906277668394</id><published>2008-04-10T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I would give you all some of the high lights of vacation. *Ahem*  We got there, ate, slept, and left.....the end.. . . . HAHAhaha, no not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, some of the fun things we did.  Um, on Easter we went to an Easter parade. The best part was fighting people for beads that the flout riders threw.....hehe.  Then we saw women that were once men, they were all flipping their hair and gigging.......that was kinda weird.......I'm feeling uncomfortable now........moving on.   We walked Bourbon street, and saw some cool street performers!  Lots of musicians.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Kqfl-q2I/AAAAAAAAANM/nJFTjAcyXpo/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Kqfl-q2I/AAAAAAAAANM/nJFTjAcyXpo/s320/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188017758394035042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Kp_l-q1I/AAAAAAAAANE/okbOs8YnibU/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Kp_l-q1I/AAAAAAAAANE/okbOs8YnibU/s320/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188017749804100434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Day we would go out and lay in the sun by the pool.  One thing about down there, was it was SOOOO windy.  We stayed in an apartment complex, and it was just like stuck in the middle of now were.  It looked like somebody just decided to plop it right in the middle of a MASSIVE plain. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin and I played Guitar Hero every night....and i OWNED HIM!......lol....and yes, we were on expert.  Who says girls can't play video games??? hmm? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawdads, we ate them...or Crawfish, whatever you want to call them.  Let me explain the process....*clears throat*.. you take a crawfish(yes they are dead, they have been boiled, but all of the body is intact)   1st, you rip the head off, and suck all the spices/juices out. 2nd, at the top end of the tale, you snap a little piece off, and therefore the meat will be peaking out.  You then proceed to grab that with you teeth and pull.  Not a very elegant process..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-J0fl-qzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/x4hGJWBxnEg/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-J0fl-qzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/x4hGJWBxnEg/s320/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016830681099058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-J0_l-q0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/79rZKoZAZJg/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-J0_l-q0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/79rZKoZAZJg/s320/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188016839271033666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on an awesome swamp tour!  it was so cool.  We saw birds, algae, fish, water,snakes, algae, crawdads, 5 alligators!! trees, dragonflies, algae, flowers......did I mention algae....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-BuPl-qxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KRuPvXnkOHM/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-BuPl-qxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KRuPvXnkOHM/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188007927213894418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Bu_l-qyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w_SuSnsezQY/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Bu_l-qyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w_SuSnsezQY/s320/Picture+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188007940098796322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, what else.....Carson(thats my cousin) and i did some awesome stunts at the apartment complex, and yes i got them on camera!!! muahahahahahahah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the beach in MISSISSIPPI!!!......who does that???..lame :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Btvl-qwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ukwYsYiRpuo/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Btvl-qwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ukwYsYiRpuo/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188007918623959810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  FISHING!!! that was fun....i got pooped on by a bird....not cool.  I got like TONS of bites, but kept loosing them...i got so mad.  It was alot of fun just riding in the boat, we were flying!!!  then we saw dolphins, and almost ran over one.  I was like "AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!  WATCH OUT!!!!"  yeah, they were that close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Benyas(fryed dough, obviously not healthy)............yum...........*drooling*......mmm'mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-AqPl-qvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BzRjILDvbYs/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-AqPl-qvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BzRjILDvbYs/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188006758982789874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A museum built of anything and everything...aka trash.....what a joke, and the sad thing was that we paid to get in....um..yeah(that was mom's brilliant idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-ABfl-qtI/AAAAAAAAAME/i5dXBvbWcAY/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-ABfl-qtI/AAAAAAAAAME/i5dXBvbWcAY/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188006058903120594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Ap_l-quI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5rEV6oXzev4/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Ap_l-quI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5rEV6oXzev4/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188006754687822562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a number of other things, so if you wish to know more talk to me!   the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pics will soon be up! YAY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-3838808906277668394?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/3838808906277668394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=3838808906277668394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/3838808906277668394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/3838808906277668394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R_-Kqfl-q2I/AAAAAAAAANM/nJFTjAcyXpo/s72-c/Picture+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-5566201132588471209</id><published>2008-03-21T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:19:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile, eh?</title><content type='html'>Whats up bloggies!?   So, I haven't blogged in AGES!!!......and I'm not sure why?...hm   Anyway, I still haven't got a cable for my video camera..grr, I really need to get on that.  I'm just such a procrastinator.  Oh well.  Tomorrow we leave for vacation!!!! WHOOHOO!!!!  I'm pretty excited about that...if you can't tell. :D  Um, just a quick note, I'm changing the way I will be blogging.  In stead of trying to write a fasinating story.  I'm just going to write like i'm talking....which might be hard to follow, cause I can be random.  Oh look a butter fly.............um, yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Vacation!!!  every one loves it!!!   We are heading off on our adventure tomorrow mornin at 6am. ugh, I'm not a morning person.  And will be driving to Slidale Louisiana.  That is are official staying place.  And I am really hoping that we go to FL, cause I really really want to take surfing lessons!!!  But most of the time down there I will trying to catch some rays...that is, sun rays :)  Because I have to get a tan for Andrew and Laurens wedding.  If it wasn't for this, I would be going crazy and makin a fool of myself in the water :D        Hope fully I cant get some good recording done down there with my camera.  and then post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am also(when i get the dumb cable)  going to make a youtube account.  So I will be posting videos there also.  I will let everybody know when this happins.....hopefully sometimes in the near future.  My first video will probably be of dumb stunts, But first I have to cut and edit it :D  and then abunch of other stuff!!!  hehe,  hope you all will like it..  Let me know if you like the way this post was written.   THE END!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-5566201132588471209?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/5566201132588471209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=5566201132588471209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5566201132588471209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5566201132588471209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-awhile-eh.html' title='Been awhile, eh?'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-4446712071390841320</id><published>2008-02-22T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:19:27.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sledding down stairs</title><content type='html'>Have you every seen a kid sled down a flight of stairs, in a movie and wonder to your self "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does that really work?"&lt;/span&gt;   well I'm here to inform you that it does!!!  today, after Cayla and I got done with school we went outside and sought out any crazy thing we could do.  Since the entire world was frozen, it didn't take us long to find some fun.  we first started off skating on our drive way, then we progressed to sledding.  I was the first one down the hill, and i couldn't stop until I hit a small stump that was covered with snow and leafs. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;propelled&lt;/span&gt; me forward off the sled.  That stump but a hole in the bottom of the sled and but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bruise&lt;/span&gt; on my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that we decided going strait down the hill wasn't such a good idea, since we couldn't stop unless we hit a tree, stump or other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; object in the woods.  I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea that we could sled/ski across the yard going perpendicular to the hill.  Cayla ran and go 2 wooded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spindles&lt;/span&gt;, that we used for poles, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; to scoot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; across the yard.  that was quite fun.  But we needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mmuuhahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scheming&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;spied&lt;/span&gt; the pool deck stairs, and they were completely frozen!!!  So I took our beaten up sled and went to the top of the stars.  Which was quite a workout.  then I set down and plunged down the stairs, and I worked!!!  and I didn't even get hurt!.  after that we decided to upgrade and use on of the wooden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;spindles&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kayak&lt;/span&gt; oar.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; AWESOME!  we were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bobsledding&lt;/span&gt; with an oar.  so much fun!   We video taped everything so if I ever get it loaded on my computer I'll be sure to put it up.    the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-4446712071390841320?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/4446712071390841320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=4446712071390841320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4446712071390841320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4446712071390841320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/02/sledding-down-stairs.html' title='sledding down stairs'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-5133112142353552883</id><published>2008-01-30T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:10.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridding with the camera</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago Cayla and I went riding.   I decide to take the camera with us.  We had such a good time,  it was a little chilly, but still bearable.   after we got back I told her we needed to take some pictures of us.  So we did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C0TXgKb5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8rkpHTz-jBU/s1600-h/Picture+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C0TXgKb5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8rkpHTz-jBU/s320/Picture+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161323417786019730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Guy, for you that didn't read a previous post,  I ride him most the time.  He is a little bit on the ornery side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C0VXgKb6I/AAAAAAAAALE/eRSlWAxvw18/s1600-h/Picture+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C0VXgKb6I/AAAAAAAAALE/eRSlWAxvw18/s320/Picture+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161323452145758114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cayla on Bruno.  He is a sweet pea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C2Q3gKb7I/AAAAAAAAALM/BpYxKNvEfq8/s1600-h/Picture+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C2Q3gKb7I/AAAAAAAAALM/BpYxKNvEfq8/s320/Picture+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161325573859602354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back I had to feed the horses. As I was scooping the feed I just had to stop and smell the feed.  I LOVE the smell of feed, I wish they would make an air freshener of that and the smell of horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6CoHHgKb2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1u40ApJcsVw/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6CoHHgKb2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1u40ApJcsVw/s320/Picture+276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161310013193088866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures started getting a little weird.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6CoEngKb1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/hfyNBXrcx14/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6CoEngKb1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/hfyNBXrcx14/s320/Picture+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161309970243415890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and weirder.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6Cpq3gKb4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/DI2GRVyZlJA/s1600-h/Picture+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6Cpq3gKb4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/DI2GRVyZlJA/s320/Picture+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161311726885040002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, boy did we have a good time.  I'm so happy that we are getting along so much better.  Are relationship has become so much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;If any of you all knew us a few years back, all we did was fight.  We just about hated each other.  I thought her and I would never get along.  My mom always would say that her and her sister got along great, and that we would be sister forever. She just went on, and on....it seemed.  It felt like Cayla and I had nothing in common, and we were totally opposites, which we kinda are...lol.  But I felt there was no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mom started working down south for a long period of time(that topic is for another time), Cayla and I really started to bond.  Especially since she has gotten older. It all started when I began to take her to voice lessons.  After voice we would go to the coffee shop, get our drinks and sit and play cards with a friend who worked there.  We had such a good time!  When we left, on the way home we would turn up the music and sing all the way home.  About this time we actually start having serious conversation.  Our relationship has just caught fire since then.  I like to think she looks up to me  as role model for her.  And I try to be the best one I can be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not by any means saying our relationship is perfect!  we still get into fights and have scuffles ;)  But we love each other very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-5133112142353552883?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/5133112142353552883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=5133112142353552883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5133112142353552883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5133112142353552883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/01/ridding-with-camera.html' title='Ridding with the camera'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R6C0TXgKb5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8rkpHTz-jBU/s72-c/Picture+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-7943603069539317194</id><published>2008-01-22T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:10.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5a_c3gKbzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VyP39DUPBZw/s1600-h/las-vegas-shows-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5a_c3gKbzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VyP39DUPBZw/s200/las-vegas-shows-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158520925855575858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 17 Cayla, Andrea, Angelique, and I went to see the Phantom of the Opera.  It was so so so so so good!!!  I would encourage anyone who is thinking about seeing to go. It was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blown away by the actors, their voices and all the amazing props they use. &lt;br /&gt;It was almost exactly like the movie, or as close as you could come.  I was very pleased, and am ready to go see another play.......and it would be great if it could be as good as this one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-7943603069539317194?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/7943603069539317194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=7943603069539317194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7943603069539317194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7943603069539317194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/01/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5a_c3gKbzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VyP39DUPBZw/s72-c/las-vegas-shows-phantom-of-the-opera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-7605874298330799749</id><published>2008-01-19T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:11.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning the chicken coop......supposably</title><content type='html'>I figure Jeremy would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; this post,  your not the only one who has ADD. :)&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago Cayla and I were cleaning the chicken coop.  It hadn't been clean in awhile so I figure we should get it done before it got snowy again.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LB83IKjoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EaqPKglPcdE/s1600-h/Picture+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LB83IKjoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EaqPKglPcdE/s200/Picture+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397774627147394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we started and got about half done, then I said I needed to go get another pair of socks on(my toes were numb).  As I got my socks on I saw a bag of pistachios.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LDmnIKjpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hURf8x0SlOo/s1600-h/Picture+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LDmnIKjpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hURf8x0SlOo/s200/Picture+253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157399591398313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I figured we could take a brake and have a snack.  I go back outside and Cayla and I start eating the nuts.  Then we start seeing who could crack the nut inside our mouths and eat the nut the fastest.....then that lead to who could spit the shell the farthest, and that kinda led to spitting them at each other( sorry if that grosses anyone out) :D   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LEGHIKjqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-3O0UISop_k/s1600-h/Picture+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LEGHIKjqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-3O0UISop_k/s200/Picture+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157400132564192930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway I decided to get the camera and take some pics for my blog. Since I said I would start blogging about what everyday things go on.  And so, Cayla took a picture of me spitting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pistachio&lt;/span&gt; shell, and she captured it right as its coming out of my mouth! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; we laughed over it forever!  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; funny!&lt;br /&gt;And  here it is!!!  it's actually a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt; pic of me, but  I thought it was funny. the thing on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; is the pistachio shell coming out of my mouth! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LEznIKjrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JQt1ZCM92K4/s1600-h/Picture+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LEznIKjrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JQt1ZCM92K4/s200/Picture+254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157400914248240818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Finally we got back on track and got the coop all nice and clean, with fresh straw.  So that is some other crazy kinda stuff that goes on in my life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-7605874298330799749?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/7605874298330799749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=7605874298330799749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7605874298330799749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7605874298330799749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/01/cleaning-chicken-coopsupposably.html' title='cleaning the chicken coop......supposably'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R5LB83IKjoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EaqPKglPcdE/s72-c/Picture+255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-9004619290877181194</id><published>2008-01-11T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:46:49.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new talent, hair coloring!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I went over to Rachel Manias's house to color her hair.  I was a bit nervous doing it because I had never colored hair before. I kinda  dreaded the thought of her hair turning a unnatural red or pink....but I'm always up to trying something new.  So I snapped the gloves on and started squeezing out this glue type substance, called dye, all over her hair.  The dye smelled nasty, for one thing and it left brown stains on your skin.  So after I got all the goop on her hair, it kinda looked like she had wallered in the dirt, or at least her hair line did.   Then she rinsed it and I put color sealer on her hair.  She rinsed it again and BAM, it was complete!  Rach went down stairs and dried her hair.  The finished product looks lovely!  I was quite proud of myself for not screwing it up.  Then Rachel started talking about getting her hair cut.  I told her I was multi talented......but she didn't trust me that much :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-9004619290877181194?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/9004619290877181194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=9004619290877181194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/9004619290877181194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/9004619290877181194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-talent-hair-coloring.html' title='My new talent, hair coloring!'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-1731002320512948742</id><published>2008-01-01T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:11.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freindly, Furry ,and Fun guinea pig, oh yeah, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R3qpyHIKjmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QTjIGZALCnQ/s1600-h/Picture+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R3qpyHIKjmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QTjIGZALCnQ/s200/Picture+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150615802223431266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all and happy new year!  to kick off 2008 I am going to blog about the newest addition to my family.  His name is Riley, and he is a Abyssinian Guinea pig.  He is like a little dog, its so funny.  when he is sitting in my lap, I'll be petting him and he makes little squeaks.  Its almost like a cat purring.  He also has a Mohawk, running from his head down to his back.  He is the cutest guinea p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R3qro3IKjnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LIkTHU4pe74/s1600-h/Picture+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R3qro3IKjnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LIkTHU4pe74/s200/Picture+244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150617842332896882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ig in the world!  And I'm very happy I decided to get him.  I've never had a guinea pig before, so I was alittle skeptical before I got him.  But I think he is tied with my first rat as being my favorite pet, so far.  The only thing that was better about my rat is that she came when you called her name, and she was litter box trained.  which I'm working on with Riley as of now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-1731002320512948742?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/1731002320512948742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=1731002320512948742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/1731002320512948742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/1731002320512948742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2008/01/freindly-furry-and-fun-guinea-pig-oh.html' title='Freindly, Furry ,and Fun guinea pig, oh yeah, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R3qpyHIKjmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QTjIGZALCnQ/s72-c/Picture+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-4042876094471576152</id><published>2007-12-12T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:34:15.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does a best friend, eyebrows, and a razor have in common</title><content type='html'>Well I'll tell you.  Last night the girls and i went over to the Hornungs for dinner, while we were there I had Andrea pluck my eye brows, cause I can never get them right.  She had done it many times before, so I wasn't worried. I just sat back and let her have at it.  After she had them just about done, she said that she was going to use a razor to clean up the little hairs that the tweezers couldn't get. Like I said she had done it before.  But as she was shaving them, I thought to myself shes going awful fast.  But I didn't say anything.  All of the sudden I felt a sting of pain above my eye. I open my eyes to see Andrea's face filled with surprise and horror.  I jumped up out of the chair and looked in the mirror.  she had cut a little hunk of skin out from below my eye brow! I was like "AHHH!!   Andrea!!!! its gushing blood!"  as I was holding that portion of my face(of course I was being alittle dramatic, and it didn't hurt at all:))  But boy did Andrea feel bad!!  it was sooooo funny!!  Andrea just kept saying "I'm sooooo sorry, are you sure you're ok?"  As I  was laughing my head off.  So that was my excitement for the week!  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-4042876094471576152?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/4042876094471576152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=4042876094471576152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4042876094471576152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4042876094471576152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-does-best-friend-eyebrows-and.html' title='what does a best friend, eyebrows, and a razor have in common'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-2333018136381308653</id><published>2007-12-07T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:11.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1oEIgxxL4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/aSIj34rTp8I/s1600-h/enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1oEIgxxL4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/aSIj34rTp8I/s200/enchanted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141426468880985986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm sorry to all the fairy tell and princesses lovers.  But I thought this was the biggest waist of 6 dollars and 25 cents!  it was sooooooooooo cheesy.   it seemed like something you would watch on Disney channel,  but thats my opinion.  I'm more in to the action packed movies.  I would have rather seen I am Legend or somethin of that nature.   oh well, but just giving you the heads up if you are thinking about seeing it.  I personally, was very disappointed, cause i had herd that it was good and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-2333018136381308653?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/2333018136381308653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=2333018136381308653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2333018136381308653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2333018136381308653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/12/enchanted-review.html' title='Enchanted review'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1oEIgxxL4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/aSIj34rTp8I/s72-c/enchanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-5363789584230599532</id><published>2007-12-05T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:14.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fuzzy friends</title><content type='html'>For those who know me well know that I love animals. I have had pets all my life, and just about any pet you could think of. I've had birds, hamsters, mice, rats, fish, frogs, snakes, salamanders, turtles, a pony, a goat, chickens, rabbits, bugs, cats, dogs.....I think that about covers it. :)) But here are my pet we have of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'll start with the cats. The first is Frank, he is the gray one.  the second is Sprite.  She is the white with tabby.  Those two are Cayla's cats, and the other two are mine.  There all just abunch of babys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpK3kfbBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YEh6SE4QyLQ/s1600-h/Picture+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpK3kfbBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YEh6SE4QyLQ/s200/Picture+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140552397614967826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpLXkfbCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/t0ug-IoAhuo/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpLXkfbCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/t0ug-IoAhuo/s200/Picture+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140552406204902434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Black on is Jed,  he is so lovey, and then theres Charlie.  I would describe him as a lone ranger.  But the cutest lone ranger you ever saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpLnkfbDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b7rmMct2VZE/s1600-h/Picture+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpLnkfbDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b7rmMct2VZE/s200/Picture+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140552410499869746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpL3kfbEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YONFTwEjReA/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpL3kfbEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YONFTwEjReA/s200/Picture+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140552414794837058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next is the Dogs,  The Golden Retriever is Britstol, he is the old man, but still a puppy at heart...now everyone is supposed to go "aaawwwww."   Anyway  Then there is Pocono. All puppy, and mutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1btE3kfbFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z3wxr99MOJA/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1btE3kfbFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z3wxr99MOJA/s200/Picture+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140556692582263890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocono looks so sad in this picture,  I think it was because it was soooooo cold out side(and that I accidentally stepped on her foot) So she went inside her pin. Thats were this picture is taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1btFHkfbGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_5TeK0Vd9c/s1600-h/Picture+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1btFHkfbGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_5TeK0Vd9c/s200/Picture+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140556696877231202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the fluffy bunnies,  Artemis(I call her Arty),  Chuck, and Thumbelina.  Artemis is mine, Chuck is Delainey's and Thumbelina is Caylas....why she named her that is beyond me. She doesn't look anything like a thumb.&lt;br /&gt;Here is Arty, she was trying to hide from the camera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bw93kfbHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h4XQWBGTNEw/s1600-h/Picture+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bw93kfbHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h4XQWBGTNEw/s200/Picture+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140560970369690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               This is Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bw_XkfbII/AAAAAAAAAIM/FJMdnRK06LE/s1600-h/Picture+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bw_XkfbII/AAAAAAAAAIM/FJMdnRK06LE/s200/Picture+224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140560996139494530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Thumbelina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bw_nkfbJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FI13SysH7NE/s1600-h/Picture+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bw_nkfbJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FI13SysH7NE/s200/Picture+223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140561000434461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, I'm getting worn out..*gasp*  ok, next is the chickens.  I'm not even going to go into detail,  cause there chickens.  And then there is my fish Vallarious, don't ask where the name came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bzl3kfbKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/f8jIXfyugbs/s1600-h/Picture+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bzl3kfbKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/f8jIXfyugbs/s200/Picture+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140563856587713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bzmHkfbLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qCxUH2ZRdPw/s1600-h/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bzmHkfbLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qCxUH2ZRdPw/s200/Picture+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140563860882681010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bzn3kfbMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4SRgwqet97Y/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bzn3kfbMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4SRgwqet97Y/s200/Picture+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140563890947452098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fish is a Betta, they are pretty much the best fish in the world, very hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1b1znkfbNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vLlFZde4Zr0/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1b1znkfbNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vLlFZde4Zr0/s200/Picture+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140566291834170578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1b10HkfbOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n3AgVeOi7R0/s1600-h/Picture+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1b10HkfbOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n3AgVeOi7R0/s200/Picture+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140566300424105186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that concludes this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-5363789584230599532?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/5363789584230599532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=5363789584230599532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5363789584230599532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5363789584230599532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-fuzzy-friends.html' title='My fuzzy friends'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1bpK3kfbBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YEh6SE4QyLQ/s72-c/Picture+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-8000834406891135909</id><published>2007-12-04T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:14.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bee Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1Yca3kfbAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jcySmi0_XPw/s1600-h/beemovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1Yca3kfbAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jcySmi0_XPw/s200/beemovie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140327272609180674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today Dad, Cayla, Delainey and I all went to see the Bee Movie.  And I'm happy to report that it was very good!  I was so happy that there was no inappropriate things in it.  At least none that I caught.  It was very funny, and it was clean funny!  So I encourage you, if you are going to the movies, this is a very funny, family friendly movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later this week the girls and I are going to see Enchanted, so I'll give you the full report on that also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-8000834406891135909?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/8000834406891135909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=8000834406891135909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/8000834406891135909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/8000834406891135909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/12/bee-movie.html' title='The Bee Movie'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R1Yca3kfbAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jcySmi0_XPw/s72-c/beemovie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-8121165171408838701</id><published>2007-11-28T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:15.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite horses...so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02vwhtA1LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/98JiSbSrLtw/s1600-h/Picture+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02vwhtA1LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/98JiSbSrLtw/s200/Picture+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137955998115353778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02sQBtA1HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Eq3F-OtlpOY/s1600-h/Picture+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02sQBtA1HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Eq3F-OtlpOY/s200/Picture+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137952141234721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my best equine buddies.  The chestnut brown is named Guy,  he is a saddle bred. Guy is the old man of the herd.  Kind, but stubborn.  The black and white one is Bruno.  He is a spotted walking horse, and the gentlest one you will ever meet.  I like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refer&lt;/span&gt; to him a gentile giant,  he is 17 hands tall.  The white on is Vanilla,  she is a appaloosa walking horse.  She is pregnant and will&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02xWhtA1MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E2WLEU71tqI/s1600-h/Picture+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02xWhtA1MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/E2WLEU71tqI/s200/Picture+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137957750462010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have her foul around March or April.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited!! She is small compared to the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02x_BtA1NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/apF1QaDhB7g/s1600-h/Picture+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02x_BtA1NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/apF1QaDhB7g/s200/Picture+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137958446246712530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; other two horses, but boy does she have an attitude to offset with her size!  She is quite a brat.  Yesterday, Cayla and I went riding, we had a really good time.  I was teaching her how to ride bare back.  She rode Guy and I rode Vanilla.  and yes you can ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; horses.  We had so much fun.  It is a little challenging for her to "hang on" with her legs while we are trotting.  But she is doing very well, at least better than I thought she would.  Its a good bonding time for Cayla and I.  Because you know the age she is right know, she can get VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; at times :)  But we seem to get along great when just she and I are riding the horses into the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02zrBtA1OI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-A0CYLFijts/s1600-h/Picture+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02zrBtA1OI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-A0CYLFijts/s200/Picture+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137960301672584418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02z7RtA1PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Mj7cuweVSj8/s1600-h/Sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02z7RtA1PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Mj7cuweVSj8/s200/Sunset1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137960580845458674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-8121165171408838701?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/8121165171408838701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=8121165171408838701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/8121165171408838701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/8121165171408838701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-horsesso-far.html' title='My favorite horses...so far'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/R02vwhtA1LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/98JiSbSrLtw/s72-c/Picture+206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-7854003952230014622</id><published>2007-11-26T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:06:59.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An epiphany</title><content type='html'>I've had an epiphany!!!  I always try to wait till something amazing happens in my life to write a post about it.  Well, i have decided to write about my day to day life.   So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i'll do is walk you through a normal day. &lt;br /&gt;i wake up, and start on school.  when i get school done its about lunch time.  After lunch i usually go ride horses over at my neighbor's house.  Because they don't have the time to ride them.  So i get to ride when ever i want, which is really nice.  after i'm done riding i come home, horse around with the girls and do what ever chore needs to be done around the house.  by dinner time i've had my shower and so have the girls.  we eat dinner pop in a movie and chill.  while the girls are watching there movie i usually watch tv or get on the computer.  by the time the girls' movie is over its almost time for bed.  we all get ready for bed, then i tuck the girls in.   if its not to late i sometimes play xbox, read, or just go on to bed.   sounds like a boring life right?  well, since we're usually home all the time we have to find ways to entertain ourselves.  you know besides being on the computer or watching tv all the time.  So i have a spectacular toy called a video camera......  you can make just about anything happen with this wonderful toy.  as soon as i get a cable for it i'm going to try to load some of my adventures on here. its mostly crazy/stupid stuff, but it gets people to laugh! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-7854003952230014622?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/7854003952230014622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=7854003952230014622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7854003952230014622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7854003952230014622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/11/epiphany.html' title='An epiphany'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-7709479108403020676</id><published>2007-11-09T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:18.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSCpPTPgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lpYUjNz0hew/s1600-h/Picture+200.jpg"&gt;ok, I've decided to post my art up for you all to enjoy.  some of them don't have backgrounds yet, because frankly,  I hate doing backgrounds.    most of my mediums are pencil, colored pencils, pastel, paint, and one of my new favorites markers!  hope you enjoy.  oh yeah, and I do, do commissions and all art is copy writed to me( Brittney Phillips) &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSCpPTPgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lpYUjNz0hew/s200/Picture+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130886449609260546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSDJPTPhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qcbw5QWXrgQ/s1600-h/Picture+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSDJPTPhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qcbw5QWXrgQ/s200/Picture+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130886458199195154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSDpPTPiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3z2k_f-OtDY/s1600-h/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSDpPTPiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3z2k_f-OtDY/s200/Picture+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130886466789129762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSRKJPTPbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bf0IbHUZuHo/s1600-h/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSPe5PTPaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TzwD6j5NSQc/s200/Picture+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130883636405681570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-7709479108403020676?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/7709479108403020676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=7709479108403020676' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7709479108403020676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7709479108403020676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/11/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RzSSCpPTPgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lpYUjNz0hew/s72-c/Picture+200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-2536275193615413591</id><published>2007-10-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:21:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Go</title><content type='html'>So, I really like these music videos.  They look like sooooooomuch fun!  I am currently learning the second one.  I just have to find acouple more people.  And to do the first on I need 8 treadmills.....does anyone have any I can borrow???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbdbVhBGETQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbdbVhBGETQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-2536275193615413591?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/2536275193615413591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=2536275193615413591' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2536275193615413591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2536275193615413591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-go.html' title='Ok Go'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-5608513021758932817</id><published>2007-10-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:27:15.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During the skillet concert</title><content type='html'>The Skillet concert was great, but there was something even greater that happened that night. But I will have to start at the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up working with the security coordinator(whose name is Jason) the whole time.  We were on a four wheeler all day going around checking the security stations, and running errands for people. The concert started around 7:00, it was dark and nobody else was coming through the gate, So Jason and I decided to go get all the volenteers and tell them they could come down and listen to the rest of the concert.  As we approached the front gate there were 2 guys(an older man and his son) standing by the road listening to the music.  They looked alittle shady, but we stopped nun the less.  Jason gave a friendly hi, and started to talk to the older man. Soon, Jason just, out of the blue asks "do you know my Jesus?"  the older man looked at us for a minute and then said yes.  But he preceded to tell us that he had backslid and lost every thing he had. " I'm living in the book of Job." he said. "I am divorced from my wife and I drink all the time."  Jason asked if we could pray with him, but he said no because he had a beer in his pocket.  Then Jason asked if he could see his beer. "I'm not going to poor it out, and I'll give it right back to you" Jason said.  So the old man did.  As soon as Jason had the beer in his hand he said "now you don't have a beer in your pocket."  And he held his hand out for the old man to hold so we could pray.  With a slight smile the old man took Jason's hand.  And we prayed.  After Jason got done, the man was in tears, I was in tears, and Jason was in tears.  It was incredible feeling!  The old man looked at us with love in his eyes and said "you don't even know what you just did for me!"  He gave Jason and I a huge and said please don't forget me in your prayers!  We tried to get him to come down to the concert but he kept refusing, saying "just don't forget me in your prayers!"  So I ask all of you who read this, don't forget Denise in you prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-5608513021758932817?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/5608513021758932817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=5608513021758932817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5608513021758932817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/5608513021758932817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/10/during-skillet-concert.html' title='During the skillet concert'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-4652844380793019127</id><published>2007-10-24T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:00:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skillet</title><content type='html'>If anyone didn't come to the concert on Sunday, you really missed out,  they were as great live as on their cd.  This is one of there songs they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lttzAKUNA20"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lttzAKUNA20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-4652844380793019127?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/4652844380793019127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=4652844380793019127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4652844380793019127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4652844380793019127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/10/skillet.html' title='Skillet'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-2181195248553492586</id><published>2007-09-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:18.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sshhhhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA7ZayxCJI/AAAAAAAAADs/Fx2PkN85gzw/s1600-h/Picture+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA7ZayxCJI/AAAAAAAAADs/Fx2PkN85gzw/s200/Picture+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116154484567902354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA69ayxCII/AAAAAAAAADk/RvFjF0ZaE48/s1600-h/Picture+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA69ayxCII/AAAAAAAAADk/RvFjF0ZaE48/s200/Picture+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116154003531565186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to tell anyone!...&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cayla and I are super heroes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-2181195248553492586?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/2181195248553492586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=2181195248553492586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2181195248553492586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/2181195248553492586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/09/sshhhhhh.html' title='Sshhhhhh!!!'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA7ZayxCJI/AAAAAAAAADs/Fx2PkN85gzw/s72-c/Picture+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-6062728310708798074</id><published>2007-09-30T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:19.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister or clone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA5qqyxCHI/AAAAAAAAADc/qOtJuIoxc58/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA5qqyxCHI/AAAAAAAAADc/qOtJuIoxc58/s200/Picture+173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116152581897390194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look I got cloned!!!  Just kidding!  this is my littlest sister Delainey.  She is 5 for you that don't know her.  And she is a pistol!!  She has my looks and Andrew's pers&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA4WKyxCEI/AAAAAAAAADE/o-ppJvUE0Bg/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA4WKyxCEI/AAAAAAAAADE/o-ppJvUE0Bg/s200/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151130198444098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onality(if that tells you anything:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have another sister named Cayla.  It seems like no one knows about her though.  She is much, much more girly than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA5BqyxCGI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZerxAlEEkZY/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA5BqyxCGI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZerxAlEEkZY/s200/Picture+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151877522753634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You wouldn't even believe it. We're totally opposite! So here she is.  I just up loaded a whole bunch of Pics. So I might just post a bunch of random pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-6062728310708798074?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/6062728310708798074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=6062728310708798074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6062728310708798074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6062728310708798074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/09/sister-or-clone.html' title='Sister or clone?'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwA5qqyxCHI/AAAAAAAAADc/qOtJuIoxc58/s72-c/Picture+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-91098747130464129</id><published>2007-09-30T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:19.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAzvayxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Tb4kZdCpsG8/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAzvayxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Tb4kZdCpsG8/s200/Picture+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116146066432002034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAyvqyxB-I/AAAAAAAAACU/mSjhFwV7wSg/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAyvqyxB-I/AAAAAAAAACU/mSjhFwV7wSg/s200/Picture+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116144971215341538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the world be without friends????  they are the ones that listen when you are venting, or crying your eyes out,  the ones who laugh with you and sometimes at you:) . They lend advice when you want it and when you don't.  Shopping, movie, and stupid tricks buddy. The ones you talk to about anything,  and most of all the ones who will love you no matter what!  Rachel I don't have a pic of you sorry:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-91098747130464129?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/91098747130464129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=91098747130464129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/91098747130464129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/91098747130464129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAzvayxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Tb4kZdCpsG8/s72-c/Picture+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-8642795242447236664</id><published>2007-09-30T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:19.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm putting up a post!!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is for Amy and Mike, since there on me about not posting new posts.  So I thought about writing a whole post just about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt; I could use for not posting......So here it goes, sc&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAwJKyxB9I/AAAAAAAAACM/Mzyaa7B1as4/s1600-h/moopy__DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAwJKyxB9I/AAAAAAAAACM/Mzyaa7B1as4/s200/moopy__DSC02183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116142110767122386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hool, clean house, fix meals, take care of animals, sleep, eating, drawling, can't think of a topic, to tired, cat sleeping on my computer....should I go on??? :))&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="11" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-8642795242447236664?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/8642795242447236664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=8642795242447236664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/8642795242447236664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/8642795242447236664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-putting-up-post.html' title='I&apos;m putting up a post!!!!'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RwAwJKyxB9I/AAAAAAAAACM/Mzyaa7B1as4/s72-c/moopy__DSC02183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-4985207004776964723</id><published>2007-09-09T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:19.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arting and Thriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStgNWuR1I/AAAAAAAAACE/3tS11KLCaiE/s1600-h/14+day+moon+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108398646197372754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStgNWuR1I/AAAAAAAAACE/3tS11KLCaiE/s200/14+day+moon+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStF9WuRzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kIttB0RrR6g/s1600-h/180px-Vine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108398195225806642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStF9WuRzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kIttB0RrR6g/s200/180px-Vine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thinks most of you saw the moon I painted for Chads serves "shine like the moon". So my new project is painting vines around the windows of Sacred Grounds. Rachel Manias is also helping me with this project...and I have to say it looks SWEET!!!! So, you all should come and check it out. Also if you didn't get to see the moon, its also hanging in the youth house. So come on down and check out the youth ministry, and look at some art while your there. I have to say I am so pleased with the way the youth ministry has grown. So my hat is off to all the youth &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStUdWuR0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/gpxCAM30eNA/s1600-h/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108398444333909826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStUdWuR0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/gpxCAM30eNA/s200/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;couches. I am also ecstatic about our whole church family coming together again. I feel like we have grown a ton! So I encourage all to be on your guard and continue to pray, because Satan is not happy about what we are doing at GCC. And I know he is going to try to attack us in any way possible. I also think the new church building is right around the corner!! I can't wait!!!! The church family has just exploded!! We are just Thriving! luv all you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-4985207004776964723?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/4985207004776964723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=4985207004776964723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4985207004776964723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/4985207004776964723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/09/arting-and-thriving.html' title='Arting and Thriving'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RuStgNWuR1I/AAAAAAAAACE/3tS11KLCaiE/s72-c/14+day+moon+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-6511048104324772822</id><published>2007-08-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:01:41.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well I am still alive after the state fair.....barely.  I am so ready to come back to church!  I think thats one thing that I missed the most.  Oh ya, I also miss sleep.  I think I will be sleeping for a whole week to catch up on what I lost.  The fair was not a good one this year.  They were down 20,000 people the very first day.  It was so hot out hardly nobody came.  Needless to say this year was a dud.  I can't wait to see every body again. I feel like I've been gone for ages.  Now I have to get back into the groove of life again.  Oh ya please pray for me, Mom is gone again.  If you don't know what I mean email me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-6511048104324772822?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/6511048104324772822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=6511048104324772822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6511048104324772822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6511048104324772822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-i-am-still-alive-after-state-fair.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-7609077018912038898</id><published>2007-08-07T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:20.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RriVDOM9sKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlYT6pqExzY/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RriVDOM9sKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlYT6pqExzY/s200/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095986860954333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RriU9-M9sJI/AAAAAAAAABk/3DSQwtM5nAc/s1600-h/1179387523058853422S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RriU9-M9sJI/AAAAAAAAABk/3DSQwtM5nAc/s200/1179387523058853422S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095986770760020114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....some of you might be wondering why my blog title is Horse Whisperer.  So I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently learning how to train horses.  Its a natural way of training them called Parelli.  I have decided that I want to train horses professionally.  So After I graduate high school(which will be next year!!)  I am going to work for a few years and then go to Colorado to continue schooling.  I'll tell you a little about Parelli.  I am basically learning how to "talk" to horses, read there body language.  So far I can move the horse I am working with by just looking at her.  It's  pretty amazing.  I can also back her up by wiggling my finger and so on.  I plan to get a video up as soon as I learn how to do that..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-7609077018912038898?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/7609077018912038898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=7609077018912038898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7609077018912038898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/7609077018912038898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogger-name.html' title='Blogger name'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RriVDOM9sKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlYT6pqExzY/s72-c/horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-6620833832309823883</id><published>2007-08-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:20.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUF6-M9sII/AAAAAAAAABc/hbIJGmy6y2o/s1600-h/Lemonade%7ELemonade-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUF6-M9sII/AAAAAAAAABc/hbIJGmy6y2o/s200/Lemonade%7ELemonade-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094985064127508610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUF0OM9sHI/AAAAAAAAABU/DfCTEnOJKKM/s1600-h/23042594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUF0OM9sHI/AAAAAAAAABU/DfCTEnOJKKM/s200/23042594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094984948163391602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I'll be leaving to go work the state fair.........barf.  You work more than 12 hours every day and you work like a dog,  to say the least I'm not looking forward to it.  I will be working in a corn dog and lemondad stand with Ms. Hornung and my cousin Brenna.  At least this year should be more fun. Beacause last year I was sick the whole time with the flu and bronchitis.  And I'll be working on my 17th Birthday.  Not so very fun.  So I'll be gone for 2 weeks.  But I guess I'll make the best of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-6620833832309823883?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/6620833832309823883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=6620833832309823883' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6620833832309823883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/6620833832309823883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/08/state-fair.html' title='State Fair'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUF6-M9sII/AAAAAAAAABc/hbIJGmy6y2o/s72-c/Lemonade%7ELemonade-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-866262298177608482</id><published>2007-08-04T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:21.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't throw up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUDZeM9sGI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bo8e6LMcWds/s1600-h/a449_4581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUDZeM9sGI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bo8e6LMcWds/s320/a449_4581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094982289578635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUDJuM9sFI/AAAAAAAAABE/dgYWbnoh23k/s1600-h/Cedar_Point_Top_Thrill_Dragster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUDJuM9sFI/AAAAAAAAABE/dgYWbnoh23k/s320/Cedar_Point_Top_Thrill_Dragster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094982018995695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUCpeM9sEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5IOP2IYII3k/s1600-h/232332185_561f85aded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUCpeM9sEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5IOP2IYII3k/s320/232332185_561f85aded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094981464944914498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I went to ceder point this year.  And boy was it fun!!  This was the tallest roller coaster there........all I can say is WOW.  It was soooooo intense. The ride only took 17 seconds to complete!!!  CRAZY!!  I am ready to go find the worlds tallest roller coaster now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-866262298177608482?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/866262298177608482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=866262298177608482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/866262298177608482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/866262298177608482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-throw-up.html' title='Don&apos;t throw up'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrUDZeM9sGI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bo8e6LMcWds/s72-c/a449_4581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-9214074829846219514</id><published>2007-08-04T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:21.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrS7XeM9r_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ElhCOTxr8o/s1600-h/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrS7XeM9r_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ElhCOTxr8o/s320/ipod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094903090381697010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thursday morning at CIY.  I'm gathering my things getting ready to go to morning service.  But I can't find my ipod shuffle.....  I look frantically around the room searching everywhere.  But I can't find it.  I feel sick to my stomach.  It wasn't the material loss of the ipod,  it was a gift from my brother.  What you must understand is that my brother and I don't have a very good relation ship and that we don't buy presents for each other.  So I was pretty torn up.  So I got to the lost and found.  The last time I remember having it was in the arena waiting on my youth group.  So it must have fallen out of my bag.  I go to the lost and found and report that its lost.  then I decide to ask the CIY people to announce that its lost.  so I'm walking through star bucks and I see one of the youth ministers sitting having coffee.  So I go and ask if he could make an announcement.  "are you really upset about this" he asks me "yes" I say, I am now in tears(it was an emotional day)  He looks at his nano and says "you can have mine"  I stare at him in shock and promptly refuse it.  " I will buy you a new one" he says.  Again I refuse.  finally he asks me for my address and says not to be surprised if one shows up in the mail.  I thank him and walk away to dry my tears.  After all that I go back to scour my room.  And what do you know its in some of my shorts I forgot to check.  I feel like a moron.  So I decided to write a letter to Jim( the youth minister) and thank him, also to explain why I was so torn up over a ipod.  I say to Andrea that I hope to run into him. So we walk down to the lobby of our dorm, and then out the door, and what do you know..he is walking into the lobby....&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/3902648007131448643-9214074829846219514?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/9214074829846219514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=9214074829846219514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/9214074829846219514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/9214074829846219514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/08/ipod-lost.html' title='ipod lost?'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrS7XeM9r_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ElhCOTxr8o/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902648007131448643.post-3872559873169027361</id><published>2007-08-04T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:14:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrS3ZeM9r-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J_GwClKeUxs/s1600-h/ones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrS3ZeM9r-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J_GwClKeUxs/s320/ones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094898726694924258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONES....What an amazing experience!  This was my first year going, and it was AWSEOME!!!  I'll run you through a day at CIY.  7:00 wakey wakey....7:30 breakfast,  8:00 morning session, which includes a bucket of fun, worship and a message.  10:00 Encounter(your time with God), 10:45 youth group time, 12:00 lunch,  from 12 to 5 its free time whoo hoo!!  ultimate firsbee and swimming! 5:00 dinner, 7:00 Celebration, this consists of some awesome worship and a message.  10:45 group time, 11:15 in dorm time.  So basically your wiped out by the end of the day.  I can't wait till next year!  it was such a....I can't even describe it.  It was just so awesome to know all the people around you were Christ followers.  you could just feel the presence of God.  It was SO powerful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902648007131448643-3872559873169027361?l=horzefeatherz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/feeds/3872559873169027361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902648007131448643&amp;postID=3872559873169027361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/3872559873169027361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902648007131448643/posts/default/3872559873169027361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horzefeatherz.blogspot.com/2007/08/ciy.html' title='CIY'/><author><name>Brit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564842075742515555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43LqEi3RPxU/Tj2g7RlYRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p-GJ-BiHzrQ/s220/262929_2196581309350_1091753903_2620885_298135_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyMphoBoiGE/RrS3ZeM9r-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J_GwClKeUxs/s72-c/ones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
