<?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-16840665</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:27:37.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BerryStraw</title><subtitle type='html'>BerryStraw is just a normal blog only completely different. In here you'll see just about anything that I find cool or interesting!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115838491198954099</id><published>2006-09-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:35:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>The Valley of Ally&lt;br /&gt;            Written by: Rachel M. Brown&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Felicity Normost strode across the emerald green lawn, muttering curses under her breath. Mom and dad are fighting again. She thought, crossing her arms and scowling back towards her house, where she could still hear glass shattering and angry cries from her parents. She immediately thanked God she was outside when the fight started. Last time she got in their way, all that had given her was a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;            Felicity shivered as rain poured down onto her shoulders. Lightning flashed in the sky, lighting it with white, hot, veins that connected the earth to the sky above. The ground rumbled and shook violently as thunder followed, and the trees around her bowed down to the wind while the grass, bending and twisting, created the illusion of waves.&lt;br /&gt;            Her clothes were drenched with the heavy drops of rain that continued to plummet from the ominous clouds above. The roses, lilies, and daffodils that used to bloom in the garden, were now dead. Their delicate, green stems that used to stand high, lifting the silky petals, were broken, fallen to the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115838491198954099?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115838491198954099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115838491198954099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115838491198954099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115838491198954099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115838073426846765</id><published>2006-09-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:25:34.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!! Everyone must visit this!!!!!</title><content type='html'>godinhisheaven.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115838073426846765?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115838073426846765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115838073426846765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115838073426846765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115838073426846765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-everyone-must-visit-this.html' title='Hello!!! Everyone must visit this!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115728111786438129</id><published>2006-09-03T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:31:19.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys Listen..</title><content type='html'>I screwed up the last story so im gonna make it better..... I 'll get it back really soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115728111786438129?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115728111786438129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115728111786438129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115728111786438129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115728111786438129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-listen.html' title='Guys Listen..'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115398350037070052</id><published>2006-07-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:58:20.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know!!!! I know!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know that I should be writing more about what's going on in my life but ... there really isn't much. I tend to write more about things I think are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't like anything in my blog but I do!!!! I am very interested in SOME poetry. I love Poe. In fact, I've memorized twelve stanza's of the Raven. Im disappointed that I haven't finished yet....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm a bragger!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will start occasionally writing about myself but.............that's only when something really cool happens!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115398350037070052?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115398350037070052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115398350037070052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115398350037070052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115398350037070052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know!!!! I know!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115336989399534666</id><published>2006-07-19T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:31:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair ....Or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By one of my best friends ( Besides warrior maiden and preshie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that some people get moms and some don’t.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that some people will listen and some won’t.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that some people are poor and some are rich.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that magic doesn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that some sisters die and most live.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that the nicest people are the ones with nothing to give.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that some moms are good and some are bad.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that the best moments are the ones we never remember we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that life takes unexpected turns.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that tears come when the heart yearns.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that feelings have to be let out.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that there are so many things we don’t know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that our lives flash by.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that we’re told all these lies.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that some people have no support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that broken hearts don’t mend.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair that this poem has to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                              By: Alice Ward                                  &lt;br /&gt;(AKA: Toni Knightstep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115336989399534666?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115336989399534666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115336989399534666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115336989399534666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115336989399534666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/fair-or-not.html' title='Fair ....Or Not'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115287081966769122</id><published>2006-07-14T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:53:39.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've just gotten back from my vacation in Wisconsin and I liked it (besides it's obsession with dairy). I went there to see one of my best friends Toni who was having surgery for her scoliosis. I would be too scared to get surgery (even if it was manditory). I don't know how Toni went through with it! I'm still awaiting to hear how she is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After my wonderful trip up north, our whole family went to the ocean. The ocean is so beautiful! It's so endless and deep! When you look at something like that, you have to believe that there is a God!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now away from all that mushy gushy lovey dovey stuff!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will be entering High School this year and I am freaked out!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you have any tips on how to survive High School, plz put it in the comments section!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115287081966769122?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115287081966769122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115287081966769122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115287081966769122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115287081966769122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115286979208372286</id><published>2006-07-14T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:54:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Togue Twisters!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~Six sick slick slim sycamore saplings.&lt;br /&gt;~A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk,but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.&lt;br /&gt;~Betty Botter had some butter,"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.If I bake this bitter butter,it would make my batter bitter.But a bit of better butter--that would make my batter better."So she bought a bit of butter,better than her bitter butter,and she baked it in her batter,and the batter was not bitter.So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.&lt;br /&gt;~A big black bug bit a big black bear,made the big black bear bleed blood.&lt;br /&gt;~I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.&lt;br /&gt;~A Tudor who tooted a flute tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to their tutor,"Is it harder to toot or to tutor two tooters to toot?"&lt;br /&gt;~A flea and a fly flew up in a flue. Said the flea, "Let us fly!" Said the fly, "Let us flee!" So they flew through a flaw in the flue.&lt;br /&gt;~I need not your needles, they're needless to me;For kneading of noodles, 'twere needless, you see;But did my neat knickers but need to be kneed,I then should have need of your needles indeed.&lt;br /&gt;~A tree toad loved a she-toad who lived up in a tree. He was a two-toed tree toad but a three-toed toad was she. The two-toed tree toad tried to win the three-toed she-toad's heart, for the two-toed tree toad loved the ground that the three-toed tree toad trod. But the two-toed tree toad tried in vain. He couldn't please her whim. From her tree toad bower with her three-toed power the she-toad vetoed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115286979208372286?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115286979208372286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115286979208372286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286979208372286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286979208372286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/togue-twisters.html' title='Togue Twisters!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115286899106652518</id><published>2006-07-14T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:54:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When he smiled I realized, I'd passed it on to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought about the smile then I realized it's worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A single smile, just like mine, could travel round the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So if you feel a smile begin don't leave it undetected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;note: I know that there are and will be quite a few poems in my blog. What can I say? I love poems!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115286899106652518?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115286899106652518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115286899106652518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286899106652518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286899106652518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/smile-for-you.html' title='A Smile For You'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115286447850147513</id><published>2006-07-14T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:55:17.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parents Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray my sanity to keep.&lt;br /&gt;For if some peace I do not find,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I pray I find a little quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Far from the daily family riot.&lt;br /&gt;May I lie back and not have to think&lt;br /&gt;About what they're stuffing down the sink,&lt;br /&gt;Or who they're with,&lt;br /&gt;or where they're at&lt;br /&gt;And what they're doing to the cat.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for time all to myself&lt;br /&gt;(did something just fall off a shelf?)&lt;br /&gt;To cuddle in my nice, soft bed&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)&lt;br /&gt;Some silent moments for goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;(Did I just hear a window break?)&lt;br /&gt;And that I need not cook or clean&lt;br /&gt;(well heck, I've got the right to dream)&lt;br /&gt;Yes now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray my wits about me keep,&lt;br /&gt;But as I look around I know,&lt;br /&gt;I must have lost them long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115286447850147513?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115286447850147513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115286447850147513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286447850147513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286447850147513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/parents-prayer.html' title='A Parents Prayer'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115286380904842617</id><published>2006-07-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:55:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's afraid of something! As for me I am Arachnephobic, meaning I'm afraid of spiders. I am also deadly afraid of lightning. This type fear is called Brontophobia. Now fears like these, such as Altophobia (fear of heights) and Pyrophobia (fear of fire) are very common and normal fears because there is a reason to be afraid of them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone could be afraid of lightning due to electrocution, or fire due to getting a really bad burn or burning to death. But some phobias are just plain out stupid. I don't know a single person who is Anthrophobic (afraid of flowers), or afriad of freedom (Eleutherophobic). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have one of these crazy fears?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear Of:&lt;br /&gt;Anything new- Neophobia&lt;br /&gt;Bald people- Peladophobia&lt;br /&gt;Chopsticks- Consecotaleophobia&lt;br /&gt;Decisions: making decisions- Decidophobia&lt;br /&gt;Everything- Panophobia&lt;br /&gt;Foreign languages- Xenoglossophobia&lt;br /&gt;Gold- Aurophobia&lt;br /&gt;Hair- Chaetophobia&lt;br /&gt;Ideas- Ideophobia&lt;br /&gt;Justice- Dikephobia&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge- Gnosiophobia&lt;br /&gt;Love, falling or being in- Philophobia&lt;br /&gt;Mad, becoming- Lyssophobia&lt;br /&gt;Names- Nomatophobia&lt;br /&gt;Odors or smells- Olfactophobia&lt;br /&gt;Poetry- Metrophobia&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility- Hypengyophobia&lt;br /&gt;School- Scolionophobia&lt;br /&gt;Teeth- Odontophobia&lt;br /&gt;Ugliness- Cacophobia&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables- Lachanophobia&lt;br /&gt;Wealth- Plutophobia&lt;br /&gt;X-rays or radiation- Radiophobia&lt;br /&gt;Yellow color- Xanthophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more lists of phobias go to phobialist.com!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115286380904842617?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115286380904842617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115286380904842617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286380904842617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115286380904842617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115284725080981034</id><published>2006-07-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:56:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cna Yuo Raed Tihs????? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe in a hdeurnd can.fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY FORWARD IF YOU CAN READ THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115284725080981034?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115284725080981034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115284725080981034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115284725080981034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115284725080981034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/cna-yuo-raed-tihs-p.html' title='Cna Yuo Raed Tihs????? :P'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115243779952099435</id><published>2006-07-09T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:29:36.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annabel Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By: Edgar Allen Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was many and many a year ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In a kingdom by the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That a maiden there lived whom you may know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the name of Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this maiden she lived with no other thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Than to love and be loved by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was a child and she was a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In this kingdom by the sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coveted her and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And this was the reason that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;long ago,In this kingdom by the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So that her highborn kinsman came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And bore her away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To shut her up in a sepulchre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In this kingdom by the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The angels, not half so happy in heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went envying her and me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That the wind came out of the cloud by night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But our love it was stronger by far than the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of those who were older than we-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of many far wiser than we-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And neither the angels in Heaven above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nor the demons down under the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can ever dissever my soul from the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And so, all the night-tide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the side of the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is such a beautifully haunting poem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;~Strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115243779952099435?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115243779952099435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115243779952099435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115243779952099435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115243779952099435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/annabel-lee_09.html' title='Annabel Lee'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115243708896496391</id><published>2006-07-09T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:56:53.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy like art . . . it has no survival value, rather it is one of those things that gives value to survival. -- C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;-The applause of many cannot compare to the friendship of one. -- unknown&lt;br /&gt;-Friendship is one mind in two bodies. -- Mencius&lt;br /&gt;-Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. -- Swedish proverb&lt;br /&gt;-A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him, I may think aloud -- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;-In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. -- Albert Schweitzer&lt;br /&gt;-There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands. -- unknown&lt;br /&gt;-Friendship with oneself is all-important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else. -- Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;-The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired. -- Robert Southey&lt;br /&gt;-True friendship is like sound health, the value is seldom known until it be lost. -- Charles Caleb Colton&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing.There is a time for silence. A time to let go .and a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over. -- Gloria Naylor, novelist&lt;br /&gt;-The best rule of friendship is to keep your heart a little softer than your head. -- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;-Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that this new world is born. -- Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;-None is so rich as to throw away a friend. -- Turkish proverb&lt;br /&gt;-It is our uniqueness that gives freshness and vitality to a relationship. -- Dr. James Dobson&lt;br /&gt;-It is sometimes hard to believe that anything is worthwhile, unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us, is precious alike to another mind. --George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;-The best time to make friends is before you need them. -- Ethel Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;-A friend might well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature. --Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;-There is no better exercise for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.-- John Andrew Holmes&lt;br /&gt;-There is no wilderness like a life without friends; friendship multiplies blessings and minimizes misfortunes; it is a unique remedy against adversity, and it soothes the soul. -- Baltasar Gracian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115243708896496391?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115243708896496391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115243708896496391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115243708896496391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115243708896496391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendship-quotes_09.html' title='Friendship Quotes'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115243615507162767</id><published>2006-07-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:17:05.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humerous Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All of the following are real bumper stickers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper stickers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love animals, they taste great.&lt;br /&gt;EARTH FIRST! We'll stripmine the other planets later.&lt;br /&gt;Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.&lt;br /&gt;He who laughs last thinks slowest!&lt;br /&gt;Hard work has a future payoff. Laziness pays off now.&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness: that annoying time between naps.&lt;br /&gt;I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;Where there's a will, I want to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who put a "stop payment" on my reality check?&lt;br /&gt;Few women admit their age. Few men act theirs.&lt;br /&gt;We have enough youth, how about a fountain of SMART?&lt;br /&gt;All generalizations are false, including this one.&lt;br /&gt;I.R.S.: We've got what it takes to take what you've got!&lt;br /&gt;What is a "free" gift ? Aren't all gifts free?&lt;br /&gt;Better to understand a little than to misunderstand a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this, I can slam on my brakes and sue you!&lt;br /&gt;You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me and not you!&lt;br /&gt;Some people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.&lt;br /&gt;BEER: It's not just for breakfast anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I took an IQ test and the results were negative.&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely at the top, but you eat better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and drive...You might hit a bump and spill it.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your kids...They will pick out your nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce my selves&lt;br /&gt;I'm just driving this way to get you mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115243615507162767?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115243615507162767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115243615507162767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115243615507162767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115243615507162767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/humerous-bumper-stickers.html' title='Humerous Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115242802741721427</id><published>2006-07-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:53:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  So far today, I am doing all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have not gossiped, lost my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;temper, been greedy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;grumpy, nasty, selfish, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;self-indulgent. I have not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;whined, complained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cursed, or eaten any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chocolate. I have charged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nothing on my credit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I will be getting out of bed in a minuute, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think that I will really need your help then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115242802741721427?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115242802741721427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115242802741721427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115242802741721427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115242802741721427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-lord.html' title='Dear Lord'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115242693910739405</id><published>2006-07-08T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:35:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This will make you cry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, But the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Dan was half drunk by this time. But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoked and Dan took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Dan was ready to ride to the point But only after he'd smoked another joint. They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last, And Dan started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football.) "Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb." With all of her might, she pushed Dan away: "Please take me home, I don't want to stay." Dan cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Dan drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, But he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. "Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, "call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble! Voices she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Dan was all right, And if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Dan was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best To bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad." This story is sad and unpleasant but true, So young people take heed, it could have been you.READ AND PASS ON TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLEPlease listen to this angel's request...... If you do the small favor she asks to come true, She will be sent down to guard and protect you. Please....do it for Jenny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115242693910739405?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115242693910739405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115242693910739405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115242693910739405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115242693910739405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-will-make-you-cry.html' title='This will make you cry....'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-115242669427523617</id><published>2006-07-08T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:36:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Strictly Mathematical Point Of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;What Equals 100%?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more that 100%? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%?What equals a 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions: If:A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;Is represented as:1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, look how far the love of God will take youL-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D 12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close and Attitude will get you there, it's the LOVE OF GOD that will put you over the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-115242669427523617?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/115242669427523617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=115242669427523617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115242669427523617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/115242669427523617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-strictly-mathematical-point-of.html' title='From A Strictly Mathematical Point Of View'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840665.post-112698123606525333</id><published>2005-09-17T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:38:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berryyummie (the history)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do you think I came up with the title "berryyummie"? Any guess's? Well at school I have a group (not real big) but in my group we all wanted nicknames. Not just any nicknames but nicknames that have to do with how we are. So we thought and thought and thought some more and finally we figured ours out... Mine of coarse was berry.&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you call yourself berry?" people asked me. Well its pretty simple. A straw&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;berry&lt;/span&gt; is red. I have red hair. A strawberry is small. I am the shortest one in my class (perhaps grade). Strawberries have all those little dots on them. Well I hate saying this but I have about 100,000 freckles.&lt;br /&gt;Well now you know what my nickname is and whythats my nickname and thats perfectly great but I still havn't told you why I used this for my blogs name. I just needed an easy title to remember! I forget things so easily. Sometimes I forget I am even talking to people. Wierd huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840665-112698123606525333?l=berryyummie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/feeds/112698123606525333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840665&amp;postID=112698123606525333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/112698123606525333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840665/posts/default/112698123606525333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryyummie.blogspot.com/2005/09/berryyummie-history.html' title='Berryyummie (the history)'/><author><name>Rachel B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17128429710470930312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
