<?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-19524554</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:56:44.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Emmi Lou's Doghouse</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of a spoiled rotten little dog, through her eyes... with a bit of her mother's knitting and crochet here and there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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be my birthday in exactly 6 minutes... i will be a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should apologize... for not posting anything lately. it has been so hectic around here lately. mommy has been finishing up her spring cleaning, taking daddy to work and back everyday (but now he can drive himself so that is OVER!), and drinking like a mad woman. seriously. there have been parties almost every night for the past month. it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are no longer friends with jeremy or justin (the stupid twins)... or mike butcher (that loud black guy). mommy and daddy are a little upset about it. they are trying to make new friends but it's not working out very well. no one likes us anymore... i guess we suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for mommy's knitting, she is making a handbag out of this really pretty multi-colored yarn. and she is crocheting a rug for the kitchen. she's working verrrry slowly, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? well, i have been doing a whole bunch of nothing. lying around... sleeping... chewing up more of mommy's underwear... the usual. last night i went outside with mommy and daddy and ran around by the campfire for the 4th time this week. it was sooo much fun! but now i stink, and i need a bath... i hope mommy goes easy on me and waits until AFTER my birthday to give me one. i would hate her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm outtie... i want to be right next to mommy when the clock hits 12 so she can give me a big birthday kiss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114507350628078392?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114507350628078392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114507350628078392' 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house monday night. it was so much fun! i even got to go outside with everyone! but i kept eating grass so finally mommy took me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had to get a bath because i was so dirty from being outside... i hid behind the toilet for 10 minutes until mommy finally got ahold of my tail and caught me... stupid mommy. it was terrible. i cried and cried and gave mommy my "help me" face the entire time. now i'm soaking wet and shivering because i won't let her dry me off with the towel. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is crocheting a cell phone purse. it's cute so far but she is scared she'll mess it up eventually. it's white, with alternating rows of hdc and dc. it's coming along pretty well, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outtie... we're going to gramma's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114367435057339011?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114324719530336284</id><published>2006-03-24T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:09:47.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is making wrist wamers. crocheted, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/wristwarmers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/wristwarmers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are going to be sort of like these. but no popcorn stitches. mommy is using real soft black yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much knitting going on lately. the pink garter stitch scarf is still on the needles, but hasn't been worked on for quite some time. mommy is lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she is probably just worn out. 8 out of the past 9 days, mommy has played at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; 5 games of beer pong each night. the night before last she played 13. she was throwing up all day yesterday. ick. but for some stupid reason, she played 2 times last night, and tonight she and daddy are having a few people over to play some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i have been bored out of my mind the past few days. since daddy lost his license, mommy has to drive him to work and back every day. it's really annoying. all i do is sit by the door and wait for her to get home. she gets home, watches tv for a few hours, then leaves again. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's about time for mommy to go pick daddy up from work. i'm trying to convince her to take me with her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114324719530336284?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114324719530336284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114324719530336284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114324719530336284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114324719530336284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/mommy-is-making-wrist-wamers.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114299313242794965</id><published>2006-03-21T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:05:32.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daddy got arrested last friday... nevermind how or why (it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loooong &lt;/span&gt;story-- and lots of charges), but today he and mommy went to court and now daddy has to pay over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1000&lt;/span&gt; in fines. he lost his license for 180 days as well. so now mommy has to take him to work everyday and drive all the way back there 5 hours later to bring him back home... and if daddy gets pulled over again in the next 2 years (after he gets his license back, of course), he has to go to jail for 60 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's absolutely terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to take mommy's engagement ring back to the store because they can't pay for it anymore, thanks to all the stupid fines (the money is due in the middle of APRIL!). mommy says it's ridiculous... and she and daddy are heartbroken about her ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;, on a much different subject... mommy finished my sweater. IT DOESN'T FIT. go figure. she has decided to give up on the whole dog clothing idea and go back to making scarves for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh! and mommy's &lt;a href="http://www.arbonne.com"&gt;arbonne&lt;/a&gt; party went very well last night! she got a few orders, and also got 2 people to sign up as consultants. this means more money for mommy (we could sure use it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed. mommy got an hour and a half of sleep last night. she didn't get to sleep until 5:30 in the morning, and had to wake up at about 7 to go to court with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114299313242794965?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114299313242794965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114299313242794965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114299313242794965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114299313242794965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/daddy-got-arrested-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114264945317047452</id><published>2006-03-17T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:37:33.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aggrivated with all the bogus patterns for dog sweaters on the internet, mommy has decided to make her own... feel free to use it-- it's not anything special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still may need to be altered a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMMI'S SWEATER (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we need a better name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern by Kaylee (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hook- size H&lt;br /&gt;Yarn-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4ply worsted weight yarn (I used Caron Simply Soft in "Orchid")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches Used- ch (chain), sl st (slip stitch), hdc (half-double crochet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RND 1: Ch 80. Join with sl st to form circle. Ch 2. Hdc in each ch around, join with sl st in top of beg ch 2. Ch 2, DO NOT TURN.&lt;br /&gt;RNDS 2-17: Hdc in each ch around, join with sl st in top of beg ch 2. DO NOT TURN.&lt;br /&gt;RND 18: Sl st in next 30 sts. Ch 2, hdc in next 49 sts. Ch 2. TURN.&lt;br /&gt;Rows 19-27: Hdc in each hdc. Ch 2. TURN.&lt;br /&gt;RND 28: Hdc in each hdc. Ch 27. DO NOT TURN. Join with sl st opposite side of row just completed. Ch 2.&lt;br /&gt;RND 29: Hdc in each st &amp; ch around. Join with sl st in top of beg ch 2. Ch 2. DO NOT TURN.&lt;br /&gt;RNDS 30-31- Repeat RND 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tie off and hide loose ends.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19524554-114264945317047452?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114264945317047452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114264945317047452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114264945317047452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114264945317047452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/aggrivated-with-all-bogus-patterns-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114240416727661276</id><published>2006-03-15T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:29:27.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/emmitwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/emmitwin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who does this remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm prettier)&lt;/span&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/19524554-114240416727661276?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114240416727661276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114240416727661276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114240416727661276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114240416727661276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-does-this-remind-you-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114236245835988559</id><published>2006-03-14T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:54:18.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy just finished blocking my sweater and now we are waiting for it to dry. i hope it takes forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got the &lt;a href="http://www.arbonne.com"&gt;arbonne&lt;/a&gt; stuff yesterday. i tried to bite the ups man... now mommy has a RE9 kit (anti-aging kit), a normal-to-dry skin kit, some self-tanner (which works WONDERFULLY), and 3 aromatherapy sprays. mommy is going to be hosting an arbonne party at gramma's house on the 20th-- hopefully she will get some orders! if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; is interested in buying from mommy, let us know! we can mail you a catalog and some samples (of the RE9). mommy even has some clients in boston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried about daddy. he went to town at 11 this morning, said he would be back in an hour, and now it is almost 2 in the afternoon. but that's pretty typical for daddy... and his stupid-ass (as mommy says) didn't bring his cell phone. geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta catch the end of days of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114236245835988559?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114236245835988559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114236245835988559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114236245835988559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114236245835988559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/mommy-just-finished-blocking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114231986030796908</id><published>2006-03-14T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:04:20.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i look so silly without my bangs. daddy keeps making fun of me but mommy says i'm cute. thank you, mommy! you are my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayEmmi1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayEmmi1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, i'm aware that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have my bangs in this picture... our camera batteries are dead so we can't take a picture of the *new me*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy started ANOTHER sweater for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;, she's following a pattern step-by-step instead of doing her own thing, like she usually does (stubborn). it looks a little too tight so mommy says she is going to block it. not sure how, but she will learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for her growing list of projects-in-process, this is what mommy is currently working on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Donut.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Donut.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* STILL, the crocheted blanket (donut not included)... it is pretty big now-- probably 2 more rows of each color and she will be finished. it is all dc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/pinkknitscarf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/pinkknitscarf.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 2nd pink garter-stitch scarf. the one pictured is the first one (the one i ruined THE VERY NEXT DAY after she was finished), but the one she is working on now looks exactly the same. it's about 3 feet long by now. almost done-- mommy likes her scarves long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the very BEAUTIFUL dc &amp; tc crocheted rug for the kitchen. it's a light tan color-- very pretty... but no picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my stupid sweater... all hdc and worked in rounds. light green. ugh. gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/parrotscarf.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/parrotscarf.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* gay parrot scarf. it will NEVER be finished because mommy dropped 4 stitches and doesn't know how to pick them back up. what an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it. i'm probably missing a few things... mommy has so many projects started that it's hard to keep track. drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outtie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114231986030796908?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114231986030796908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114231986030796908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114231986030796908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114231986030796908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-look-so-silly-without-my-bangs.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114223469865738787</id><published>2006-03-13T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:29:00.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best picture mommy could get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/pinksweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/pinksweater.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114223469865738787?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114223469865738787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114223469865738787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114223469865738787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114223469865738787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-picture-mommy-could-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114223260965344502</id><published>2006-03-13T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:50:09.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate her, hate her, hate her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first she made gramma kirkbride give me a haircut... THEN took me home and gave me the longest bath i have ever had in my life... and now she is waiting for me to dry so she can dress me up in that stupid pink sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a "bitch".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114223260965344502?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114223260965344502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114223260965344502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114223260965344502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114223260965344502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114221242616067134</id><published>2006-03-12T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:13:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy finished my sweater yesterday. it's quite embarassing -- for both of us -- so we decided not to take a picture. she is currently working on another one (bright pink!) and hopefully it will look better than the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... what a horrible night i had last night. we had some people over... aunt sallie and mommy thought it would be fun for her to bring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; over too (aunt sallie's dog). she is a jack russell (like baxter!) and about the same size as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't very happy. i started growling and trying to bite her. mommy was holding onto me real tight so i turned around and snapped at mommy in her face. baby was flipping out, scared out of her mind... daddy grabbed me and took me into the bedroom and locked me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy couldn't believe it! i have NEVER been mean to another dog before! never! mommy thought maybe it was a territorial thing, since this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my house&lt;/span&gt; and there has never been another dog in here with me. i feel kind of bad about it now, though... baby was shaking and crying. poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and aunt sallie have decided to start taking me and baby on walks together this spring so we can get to know each other slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt; we are going to gramma kirkbrides' later tonight so mommy can watch the week's worth of days of our lives on soapnet... our stupid dish network package sucks and we hardly get ANY channels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited to see jodi! everytime i see her, we play and wrestle for HOURS! but there's always a catch... i have to get a bath everytime i come home from gramma kirkbrides' because i'm covered in jodi slobber and mommy thinks it's nasty! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114221242616067134?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114221242616067134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy has been working on my sweater all day. it is pastel purple, double-stranded with white. she found &lt;a href="http://www.crochetnmore.com/dogsweater.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; pattern online earlier-- it looks a lot like mine, but not quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/binky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/binky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably going to look like crap when it's done because mommy is stubborn... never follows patterns, but makes her own. i hate it all ready. she keeps measuring me and it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe later while she's not looking, i'll eat it. i'm good at things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a bunch of company last night. after a few hours mommy started acting strange and couldn't walk right. she kept trying to say my name, but it always came out as "emmishwoo". every freaking time. what a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says that my sweater should be done by tomorrow (hopefully).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114203733568885828?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114203733568885828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114203733568885828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114203733568885828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114203733568885828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/mommy-has-been-working-on-my-sweater.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114194599290170669</id><published>2006-03-09T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:13:12.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiSorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiSorrow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is leaving me comments anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine then. i'd rather talk to myself, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is officially an &lt;a href="http://www.arbonne.com"&gt;arbonne&lt;/a&gt; consultant now. she's really excited about it-- hopefully within the next couple of months we will start seeing the big bucks! i sure hope so... being poor is the worst thing in the world. daddy just got his crappy paycheck the other day, and after the groceries, bills, and emmi food, it is all gone. perhaps if mommy quit smoking there would be more money? i'll make sure to inform her of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy just starting working on a crocheted rug for the kitchen. she got the idea out of one of her knitting books, but all of her needles are currently "occupied" except the crappy plastic size 4's (which wouldn't work anyway)... so she decided to crochet it instead. it will still be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sallie came over last night and got her knitted hat. she loved it! she wants mommy to knit her dog (baby) a sweater, but mommy hasn't figured out all the increase, decrease crap that goes along with knitting. in crochet, it's sooo easy! so maybe she will crochet her one instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting ready to be measured for my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; crocheted sweater in a few minutes. mommy has a bunch of yarn in the "knit room" that she can use... not sure which colors yet, though. perhaps pink, or pretty pastel purple. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you updated. this is going to suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114194599290170669?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114194599290170669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114194599290170669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114194599290170669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114194599290170669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-one-is-leaving-me-comments-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114176926817742299</id><published>2006-03-07T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:07:51.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am! i've been sooo busy lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;battle of the bands was last friday... &lt;a href="http://www.bullcyrus.blogspot.com"&gt;cyrus'&lt;/a&gt; mommy miranda went with mommy and daddy and they left me at home. but later that night, gramma came down and got me and i got to stay at her house! sami wasn't very happy to see me... i don't think she likes me too much. but baxter seemed pretty excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's band didn't win... boo hoo. mommy said it was so unfair-- the first band was absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;! i guess mommy and miranda were a little tipsy the entire time though, so they probably had a good time anyway. they didn't get home until almost 3 in the morning! i cried for mommy the entire time i was at gramma's... it was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and daddy have been doing a bit of "home improvement" lately. last night they went to walmart and got some things... a window blind for the back door, wall hangers to hang up mommy's beautiful big mirror in the living room, and this cute little thing that hangs on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/wallthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/wallthing.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it is. is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable &lt;/span&gt;or what? it has little tealight candles in it. mommy hasn't lit them yet but tonight she's thinking about it. it will look so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving onto knitting... here is the hat that mommy just made for her friend sallie. she made it on the loom, of course... geez, can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;... mommy knitting a hat on KNITTING NEEDLES? no way. she can hardly purl! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/salliehat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/salliehat.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is currently working on... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;garter stitch scarf (remember? i snagged the first one and ruined it...), gay parrot scarf (having problems picking up stitches...), and her crocheted blanket. oh! and a hat for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with earflaps. oh. my. god. i hate her. evil, evil, evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here is a cute picture of her and jeremy. he looks high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/kayleejeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/kayleejeremy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we will finish the post with a picture of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/chillinwithdonut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/chillinwithdonut2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chillin' on the couch with my donut... as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114176926817742299?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114176926817742299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114176926817742299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114176926817742299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114176926817742299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-i-am-ive-been-sooo-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114132947502850340</id><published>2006-03-02T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:57:55.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the weirdest mommy in the history of all mommies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so childish... she sings these stupid songs to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the tune to scooby-doo, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emmi, emmi lou&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;so sit, shake&lt;br /&gt;lay down and roll over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and god forbid she make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER ONE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emmi, emmi lou&lt;br /&gt;it's time to poo&lt;br /&gt;so spread your legs&lt;br /&gt;and squat now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hate her.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114118292925714815</id><published>2006-02-28T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:15:30.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good news... mommy finished her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first knitting project&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;bad news... she wore the scarf today, got home and i was so excited to see her, i jumped up and SNAGGED IT! so now it is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it took her so long to make! she's so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera batteries are dead so we can't take a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh! and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more good news&lt;/span&gt;! mommy is going to be an &lt;a href="http://www.arbonne.com"&gt;arbonne&lt;/a&gt; consultant in a few days! she just has to fill out all the paperwork, i guess. check out the site to find out more about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114118292925714815?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114118292925714815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114118292925714815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114118292925714815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114118292925714815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114090688587464963</id><published>2006-02-25T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:12:01.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quality time with mommy this morning on the couch...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/wierdtongue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/wierdtongue2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i look bored. she looks crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mommy and aunt sallie rented a movie last night... saw II. their plan was to come back here and watch it, and just have a "girl's night". well, for some reason... daddy invited his stupid justin (mommy calls him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt;) over... if that wasn't bad enough, justin brought two other people with him-- jessi (which wasn't really a problem), and her TEN YEAR OLD LITTLE BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy was upset... if pappaw ever found out that there was a TEN YEAR OLD KID up here while the house was FULL OF ALCOHOL and maybe a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; other incriminating pieces of evidence, he would probably kick us all out. it was just a ridiculous idea to bring a child here. what were they thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so... mommy and aunt sallie's girl's night was ruined... and everyone talked the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire time&lt;/span&gt; the movie was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight mommy just wants to stay here and have a night to herself... watch some movies and knit. but she doesn't think that's going to happen... she has a feeling that justin will show up again tonight, probably with another busload of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think so too. he comes here EVERY NIGHT! can't we all just have a day WITHOUT people over? doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew... feels good to get all that out. i was pretty upset about the whole thing, too. i couldn't sleep because that little brat wouldn't leave me alone! no matter where i went in the house, HE CAME TOO! and then mommy tried to save me and put me on her lap... he grabbed me away from her and wouldn't listen when she told him to put me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course... daddy didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this never happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i'm going back to my place on the couch and taking a nap... i'm all stressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/pinkknitscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/pinkknitscarf.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and on a lighter note-- mommy's scarf she started last night. she got the pattern out of a knitting magazine. it's called an "easy-close scarf", it has a huge slit in one end (mommy hasn't gotten that far yet) so you can stick the other end in it and stays wrapped around your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so neat.&lt;br /&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/19524554-114090688587464963?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114090688587464963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114090688587464963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114090688587464963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114090688587464963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/quality-time-with-mommy-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114074659001364812</id><published>2006-02-23T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:03:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help, help, help!! &lt;a href="http://www.minoupitou.blogspot.com"&gt;minou&lt;/a&gt;, this question is for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy accidentally dropped a few stitches on her "gay parrot scarf"... pictured below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/parrotscarf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/parrotscarf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, that's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES SHE DO? is there an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy way&lt;/span&gt; to explain how to pick them back up? there's no possible way she can unravel the entire thing and just start over... the yarn is so thin (it's like freaking thread), and it gets tangled real easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she heard from someone that you have to pick the stitches back up with a crochet hook... not too sure how to do that... just let us know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114074659001364812?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114074659001364812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114074659001364812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114074659001364812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114074659001364812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/help-help-help-minou-this-question-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114073183506262484</id><published>2006-02-23T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:52:44.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby hats are done!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/babyhats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/babyhats.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they only took mommy about 2 hours (total) apiece. yes, she realizes the boy's hat is taller than the girl's... her bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should say, before you see the next two pictures, that mommy "adopted" 2 dolls from the &lt;a href="http://www.leemiddleton.com"&gt;lee middleton doll factory&lt;/a&gt; in belpre, ohio when she was about 7 years old. it's really neat... you go in, and it's like a nursery, filled with "new-born babies". they're all dressed in hospital outfits-- bracelets included! after you pick which one you want, you have to sign adoption papers and have your picture taken (in a hospital gown!) with your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole process costs about $140 (well, it did back then. prices may be different nowadays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy's "first-born" was a boy. she named him austin joshua. ...doesn't remember why she chose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt;, but the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joshua&lt;/span&gt; came from a boy mommy had a huge crush on when she was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/austinhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/austinhat.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;so here's austin. mommy even left his hospital bracelet on after all these years (she figured maybe it would increase his value).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy's "second-born" was a girl, named madison cheyenne... again, she doesn't remember why she chose the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madison&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheyenne&lt;/span&gt; came from mommy's favorite song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;-- which happened to be by garth brooks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and laugh at her. she laughs at herself sometimes for that, too... how humiliating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/madisonhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/madisonhat.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;...and here's madison! she still has her hospital bracelet on as well. hopefully within the next few decades these dolls will actually be worth a bit of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i hate the stupid things. i won't stop barking at them. however, i am grateful that mommy is making hats for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;** note from emmi's mother, kaylee **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;EMMI'S HAT IS NEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;EARFLAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/19524554-114073183506262484?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114073183506262484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114073183506262484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114073183506262484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114073183506262484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/baby-hats-are-done-they-only-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114071921563766248</id><published>2006-02-23T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:26:55.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy and i have decided to combine our 2 blogs together... she will be posting all of her crochet and knitting here. it is just easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we are going to be adding all of her links and &lt;a href="http://www.ringsurf.com"&gt;webrings&lt;/a&gt;. she was also thinking about making a new flickr account &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; for her projects. we're not sure though... it will probably take all day to get everything done (stupid dial-up...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, if ANYONE OUT THERE is watching days of our lives... tell me, WHAT IS BILLIE THINKING? IS SHE STUPID? oh my god... i am so incredibly aggrivated by all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is screaming at the tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114071921563766248?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114071921563766248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114071921563766248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114071921563766248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114071921563766248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-and-i-have-decided-to-combine.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114066081367463913</id><published>2006-02-22T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:13:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is wearing her new glasses. she had to pick them up yesterday from the eyedoctor and this is her first time actually wearing them... she's had glasses since the 2nd grade, but switched to contacts a few years later and has been wearing them ever since. she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; wearing glasses, but she really likes this pair so she thinks she will actually wear them sometimes instead of her contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if anyone knows anything about glasses/contacts perscriptions but... mommy's is -6.5 in both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... moving on to me... i had a terrible, terrible day. daddy smacked my butt this morning because i'd been tearing stuffing out of mommy's BEAUTIFUL bed comforter. mommy was sleeping so she didn't notice... until later today when she was making the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy thought it would be better not to tell her, but when she saw it, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to say something... so i got in trouble by her too. stupid mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they left and went grocery shopping... came back and had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; for me! then sat right in front of me and ate tacos without even offering me any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been pouting ever since... lying on the couch next to mommy while she works on her pink and white loom-knitted baby hat. it's about halfway done... we have to go to gramma kirkbrides' later tonight so she can help mommy tie it off at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/emmicouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/emmicouch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me... pouting... oh, and the baby hat too.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19524554-114066081367463913?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114066081367463913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114066081367463913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114066081367463913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114066081367463913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-is-wearing-her-new-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114057374474429261</id><published>2006-02-21T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:05:37.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mommy's first completed &lt;a href="http://www.loomroom.com"&gt;knitting loom&lt;/a&gt; project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/PurpleTealKnittedHat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/PurpleTealKnittedHat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; it looks adorable on her. after the pom pom is added to the top it will be ever cuter... she is also working on the 2 baby hats with the smaller loom. as long as she doesn't screw up and drop any stitches (she hasn't figured out how to pick them back up yet), they should be done by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor mommy... had a bad day... had to go to the dentist and get shots in her mouth that make her go numb... couldn't eat for hours... could smoke either... couldn't smoke because her mouth was so numb she couldn't feel a thing... kept dropping cigarette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is okay now. she said this is the 14th novacaine (sp?) shot she's had in her mouth her whole life... it's no big thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gramma and aunt kenzie came down this evening and saw me for awhile. aunt kenzie kept hiding my donut from me... evil, evil girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my donut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Donut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/Donut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lying on top of mommy's crocheted blanket (dc throughout the entire thing) she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;working on... it's about 4 and a half feet wide, 3 feet tall. she wants it to be at least 5 feet tall before she ties it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man... bad memories just recovered... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got a bath yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to.&lt;br /&gt;had been playing with jodi all day in gramma kirkbrides' yard.&lt;br /&gt;very nasty.&lt;br /&gt;smelled like horse manure.&lt;br /&gt;don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, it was so, so terrible... i kept giving mommy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the look&lt;/span&gt;, as if saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd better hurry this up, before i bite you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;of course i would never bite mommy... never have, probably never will... she treats me too good for me to do something like that and break our mother-daughter bond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mommy says that sallie is supposed to be coming over later. we need to pick up the house... let's leave this post on a happy note... with a picture of ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiCouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/EmmiCouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nevermind the stash of yarn and pile of crochet/knitting books in the corner... no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should see the spare bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&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/19524554-114057374474429261?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114057374474429261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114057374474429261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114057374474429261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114057374474429261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommys-first-completed-knitting-loom.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114039017309132770</id><published>2006-02-19T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:05:58.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/parrotscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/parrotscarf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy's knitting (project 1 of 6 currently being worked on). someday it will be a scarf... extremely bright and tacky- exactly why she loves it so much (mommy is so queer). she says at the pace she's working, it should be done near winter of 2010...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/trevoremmiguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/trevoremmiguitar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;quality time on the couch with daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/emmispikes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmispikes1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many options for the caption of this picture... think of one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(look in the bottom right corner- it's mommy's hat she is working on with the k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nitting loom! more about that later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/emmispikes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmispikes2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i look high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back to the knitting loom... mommy is making 2 hats- a baby boy's hat and a baby girl's hat. the boys' is light blue and white and the girls' is light pink and white... they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooo easy&lt;/span&gt; to make on the loom. wait until you see the plan mommy has for the hats when she's done... it's going to be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a surprise... you will have to wait a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is also getting ready to work on her crocheted placemats. she wants to do some type of filet crochet design on them but doesn't know what. any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minou, mommy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; incredibly grateful that you and your mommy opened up her eyes to the world of knitting! she had no idea it was such a huge craze... she absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114039017309132770?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114039017309132770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114039017309132770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114039017309132770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114039017309132770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-pictures-mommys-knitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-114020201493000259</id><published>2006-02-17T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:46:54.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh... my... god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is ANYONE watching days of our lives?? this is INSANITY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;... mommy and daddy went shopping on wednesday- - mommy found her new &lt;a href="http://www.marrhaven.com/kniftykntr.html"&gt;favorite toy&lt;/a&gt;... and i got a new toy too!! it's a squeaky donut... mommy says it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so annoying&lt;/span&gt;... it has the loudest squeaker in the history of squeaky toys... but she's glad i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend, mr. turtle, is dead... i killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has no tail/butt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all his insides spilled out all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's why mommy felt she needed to get me something new to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy had to call off work yesterday because there was something wrong with his car... mommy took him to athens to get the part for it, and came home with ANOTHER shopping bag full of yarn. she says she just gets it because it's pretty, and doesn't even know what she's going to make out of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now she is working on a few projects... her crocheted blanket (about 40% done), her crocheted placemats (hardly begun), her crazy-yarn knitted scarf (about 10% done), and her pink and orange knitted hat (just started 5 minutes ago). she is making the hat with her knifty knitter loom... she LOVES IT! she says it will be real easy to make me a sweater with the loom, too... and she has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plenty &lt;/span&gt;of yarn to choose from! (i'm leaning towards the super soft purple...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so disappointing that our camera makes the batteries go dead in like 5 minutes, or we would take pictures... you know those energizer lithium batteries, that you are SUPPOSED to be able to take up to 600 pictures with? well, we took 14... and the batteries are dead now... what a crock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... no pictures still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta catch the end of days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-114020201493000259?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/114020201493000259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=114020201493000259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114020201493000259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/114020201493000259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113994734600984971</id><published>2006-02-14T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:02:26.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy went on a "yarn shopping spree" this morning with some of her birthday money... she got a whole bunch (cute colors, i might add), some pretty pink knitting needles, and a big purple crochet hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came home a little disappointed... APPARENTLY the knitting &amp; crochet group at the library has been switched from tuesday to monday... and no one bothered to call mommy and tell her before she got up at 8 this morning and drove all the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too bad she hadn't known... yesterday was her birthday and for some reason, all she wanted to do was knit. i'd like to give a big thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.minoupitou.blogspot.com/"&gt;minou&lt;/a&gt;'s mommy for all the knitting influence (i am saying that in a very mean tone, by the way.... mommy NEVER pays attention to me anymore!)... also, another message to minou... has your mom ever seen &lt;a href="http://www.youknitwhat.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? it's hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving onto the subject of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, i'm having a wonderful day... it's so nice outside! and i'm still in a good mood from last night- - i got to see uncle baxter at mommy's birthday dinner!! he didn't seem too happy to see me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy said she could tell how happy i was last night because i just kept walking around with a big smile on my face... i am too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mommy and i might be going on a walk later. daddy had to leave early for work (grrr... mommy and i aren't very happy about this... especially mommy. it's VALENTINES' DAY!) and we have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines' day everyone! (especially to YOU, baxter my love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh! and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=19524554"&gt;isa&lt;/a&gt;'s brother sammy! you are a sexy beast (literally), i'm sure!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113994734600984971?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113994734600984971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113994734600984971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113994734600984971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113994734600984971'/><link rel='alternate' 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the OTHER gramma's house. she is making mommy her absolute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite &lt;/span&gt;meal for her birthday dinner- - chicken breast w/ italian dressing, HOMEMADE NOODLES, mashed potatos, corn, rolls... and cherry cheesecake for dessert. of course, i will be standing next to mommy's chair the entire time (right next to uncle baxter), waiting for her to drop something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy has been doing nothing but knit and crochet for the past 3 days. daddy got her some yarn the other night and she's working on a new scarf (crocheted of course)... she is also still working on her blanket (about halfway done now, it is ADORABLE!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  &lt;/span&gt;TRYING TO knit a scarf. she has been having problems with the knitting but i think she is starting to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i finally got that bath i'd been promised for the past 2 weeks... it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought the bath was the worst thing i'd ever encountered... mommy pulled out this loud thing that she likes to call... a "hair dryer".... and this weird looking thing she calls a "pick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so poofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and daddy sure got a kick out of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh... tired of typing... it is only 6:57 in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113983189376889209?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113983189376889209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113983189376889209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113983189376889209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113983189376889209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-mommys-birthday-this-afternoon_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113945536234860602</id><published>2006-02-08T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:22:42.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy has to wear a mouthpiece because of her TMJ- it is bothering her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bad... she doesn't look silly because it's clear, but her speaking skills are a bit off... poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew that learning how to knit left-handed would be such a chore? mommy sure didn't... it's times like these mommy says she wishes she was "one of those right-handers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i got in a bit of trouble today... daddy was sawing a piece of wood for the trim on our walls and, everytime he would drop a little piece, i would pick it up and run. now all those little pieces are in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy said that for my punishment, i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going to&lt;/span&gt; get a loooong, loooong bath... but now that her jaw is acting up, she doesn't feel like doing much of anything. which is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go see what else daddy is dropping on the floor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113945536234860602?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113945536234860602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113945536234860602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113945536234860602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113945536234860602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-has-to-wear-mouthpiece-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113929268798112659</id><published>2006-02-07T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:11:28.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy got another tattoo tonight. it is on her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy's "friend" jeremy bought it for her... hope he knows that he still isn't forgiven for talking "smack" behind mommy's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy got his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first tattoo&lt;/span&gt; tonight right before mommy got hers... mommy says that it was the funniest thing she has ever seen in her life! he was screaming and moaning and crying and all that sissy stuff... and it was on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easiest place&lt;/span&gt; to get a tattoo- on his ARM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy said hers hurt a little, but not as bad as she thought it would being on her foot and all... next week (for her birthday), daddy is going to buy her another tattoo... she is going to get a matching one on her left foot so she can be even again... she absolutely HATES it when she is uneven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while mommy and daddy were gone tonight, i dug up a pair of mommy's favorite panties out of her dirty clothes basket... and... i'm sure you can all ready guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy was FURIOUS! this is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;third time&lt;/span&gt; it's happened! it's not funny anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will poop them out instead of throwing them up like the last time... that wasn't very fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says she is going to try and take pictures of all her tattoos tomorrow and post them on here... along with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely hilarious&lt;/span&gt; picture of jeremy screaming like a baby when he got his done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camera batteries went dead just as daddy hit the button to take a picture of mommy getting hers... she was so disappointed... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go outside... i will make sure to keep you updated on the "panty situation"... for the third time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113929268798112659?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113929268798112659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is knitting a scarf. it is baby blue and the fringe is going to be baby blue and light yellow mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is having trouble with the purl thing... she goes through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK &lt;/span&gt;of the stitches instead of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRONT&lt;/span&gt;? right? so how does she know which is the back?? she is so confused... but hopefully she will figure a lot of it out when she goes to the knitting &amp; crochet classes again on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was a pretty good one... i woke up and the ground was covered with that white stuff again! daddy took me outside to pee and i had a real hard time squatting... but i finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy went somewhere tonight and when she came back, she had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt;! and i even got to eat some!! just a little bit though... mommy says pizza isn't very good for puppies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we watched the superbowl... and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPID STEELERS &lt;/span&gt;had to go and win... mommy wasn't very happy... i think daddy could care less about it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are getting ready to all watch a movie together on the couch... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow mommy will get the time to help me post some new pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113919977417985848?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113919977417985848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113919977417985848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113919977417985848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113919977417985848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-is-knitting-scarf.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113912717682094387</id><published>2006-02-05T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T03:12:56.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so... no pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy has still been real busy around the house... got the hole fixed... doesn't look quite right. that stupid guy at lowe's didn't match the paint very well. but it works for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news for mommy, bad news for me... she learned how to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she caught on real quick. and she just keeps doing that stupid knit and purl thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again... and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minou, ask your mommy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY MOMMY'S LOOPS ON THE NEEDLES GET SOOO TIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. they are hard to move and work with. she keeps trying to make them real loose but it doesn't seem to be working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113912717682094387?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113912717682094387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113912717682094387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113912717682094387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113912717682094387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113884726116553144</id><published>2006-02-01T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:27:41.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like it's been so long since i've had a chance to post anything! we have been real busy around the house... well, mommy and daddy have. i have just been getting in the way, according to mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday pappaw and daddy moved mommy's big dresser/vanity into the bedroom. it had been at gramma's this whole time and mommy had nothing to do with her clothes but just lay them on the floor... thank god that is over with... all those underwear were just so tempting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before daddy went to work yesterday, he and mommy cleaned up the spare bedroom and are in the process of making it mommy's "craft room". we all ready have all her crochet stuff in there now but it needs to be organized. and daddy's dresser is in there too because now there's not room for it in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today they cleaned out both the closets and organized everything in them... mommy spent 2 hours cleaning the bathroom... it looks real nice because gramma gave mommy this cute little shelf to put above the toilet... it has all mommy's hair stuff on it and now the counter doesn't look so cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow mommy says is ''living room &amp; kitchen cleaning day"... she is doing all her spring cleaning extra EXTRA early so she won't have to later... great idea, mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy went to her first knitting and crochet class yesterday at the library... but there was no teacher! people kept asking mommy, "are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;the teacher?"... mommy was a bit disappointed because she learned nothing about knitting, but got a few tips as far as crochet goes... and she got quite a few compliments on her blanket she is making... AND "got" a modeling job! all she has to do is make up her mind about it, and talk to the lady again at next week's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we got some batteries for the camera... tomorrow mommy says we will take pictures of the house, ME, crochet, ME, and more ME... and mommy says she wants to take pictures of all her tattoos... not sure why. it's not like they're going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go take a nap... i guess gramma kirkbride is coming over later! mommy says she won't have any time for me though... she is going to be fixing the GAPING HOLE in our living room wall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113884726116553144?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113884726116553144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113884726116553144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113884726116553144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113884726116553144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-i-am-seems-like-its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113851753362500005</id><published>2006-01-29T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:52:13.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew... close call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to get a bath tonight but after mommy took a long shower, we are out of hot water for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is good for me because... you probably know how much i hate baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no batteries for the camera... therefore no pictures of me. or mommy's pretty purple halter top that she crocheted! it's adorable! she is in the process of making a teal one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as well as&lt;/span&gt; her first afghan! she got this really soft poofy yarn that feels so good... i always lay on it when mommy takes a break and she gets mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cyrus, tell your parents to bring you over to our house when they come over! we could have so much fun!! and you can hump me as much as you want! as long as baxter doesn't find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113851753362500005?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113851753362500005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113851753362500005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113851753362500005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113851753362500005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113832915811442191</id><published>2006-01-26T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:32:38.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have tagged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; from minou... i am going to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;weird things about me, because i am extremely strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 weird things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;after i give mommy "tisses", i smack my lips together and move my jaw up and down. mommy thinks it's just the funniest thing in the world because you can see my little bottom teeth sticking out while i do it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i have an obsession with licking mommy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left armpit&lt;/span&gt;. not the right one. i do this to wake her up every morning when i need to go outside.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when i don't get my way, i will make funny growling/howling/whining noises and go pout in the corner. i keep my eyes on mommy at all times just so she knows how upset i am.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i watch tv and move my ears up and down when different people on the tv talk.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;like minou, i do not eat my food out of my bowl. i will take a piece (or a few) and carry them in my mouth to the middle of the living room floor. i set them down and play with them for awhile before i kill them and eat them.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i grunt when i poop and stare at mommy the entire time.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;for some weird reason, i feel that i need to chew on my bone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right on the edge&lt;/span&gt; of the couch. therefore, i drop it on the floor about every 10 seconds. when that happens, i will sit there and stare at it until someone picks it back up for me.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;beer: if someone is drinking beer, i will get up in their face and try to lick it off their mouth.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;or i will dig in the trash whenever someone throws away a beer can to try and get it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when i hear bathwater running, i automatically assume that it is for me and i hide behind the couch for at least half an hour.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; i'm freaking weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113832915811442191?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113832915811442191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113832915811442191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113832915811442191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113832915811442191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-tagged-myself-from-minou.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113823121650153249</id><published>2006-01-25T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:20:16.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been snowing on and off all day and i can't stand it. i walk on my tip-toes whenever mommy takes me outside because it's so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice and warm in here, though... mommy has the heat on full blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news and bad news... last night, after a 2 hour phone conversation with her supposed "friends", mommy has decided to take a 3-month break from everyone. they are driving her crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says if she's not around them, then they can't make up stories and rumours about what mommy "says".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is good news for me because, mommy will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; all the time! bad news, mommy is a little depressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is still going to hang out with her girlfriends... just none of her friends associated with daddy. they always take his side anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113823121650153249?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113823121650153249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113823121650153249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113823121650153249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113823121650153249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113814288658502426</id><published>2006-01-24T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:48:06.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is more for aunt kenzie than anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt kenzie, mommy says if you show this or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mention &lt;/span&gt;it to gramma OR pappaw, she will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Hole3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/Hole3.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she realizes that we will probably get kicked out of the house that we are living in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for free&lt;/span&gt; because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Hole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/Hole2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113814288658502426?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113814288658502426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113814288658502426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113814288658502426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113814288658502426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-post-is-more-for-aunt-kenzie-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113781123162134081</id><published>2006-01-20T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:40:31.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has toilet paper hanging out of her nose and i am extremely confused. it's a pretty crappy fashion statement, if that is what she's trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/ToiletPaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/ToiletPaper.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... i love snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier mommy tried to light a cigarette with the toilet paper hanging out of her nose. it caught on fire and mommy was screaming and running around and trying to blow it out of her nose so she wouldn't have to grab ahold of where it was burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like an america's funniest home video moment, for sure. mommy can't believe how stupid she was to do something like that... i guess being sick makes you retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is laughing about it now, though... and wishes someone would've been here to see it and laugh with her, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; didn't see the humor in the situation. i was barking and howling and freaking out, running laps around the house until i was sure mommy was okay. she thanked me for my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on... since mommy has been real sick, she has done nothing but crochet. she's made a few more things. check out &lt;a href="http://www.kayleecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;her crochet blog&lt;/a&gt;... she also got her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first knitting lesson &lt;/span&gt;from gramma kirkbride last night! she thinks she is going to like doing it once she learns how. probably not as much as crochet, but... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says it's time for me to go outside. i might write another post later, if mommy does anything else stupid enough for me to tell the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113781123162134081?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113781123162134081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113781123162134081' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113781123162134081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113781123162134081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommy-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113772318252450172</id><published>2006-01-19T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:13:02.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy came home tonight with a big bag of yarn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not for another stupid sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is finished with her first placemat... but will not have enough of the same yarn to finish the 2nd. she has to go all the way to zanesville (like an hour away!) to get the yarn to finish the project. and god only knows when that will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw gramma today! she came down to pick mommy up and they went out to eat with pappaw and aunt kenzie. i was upset because mommy didn't bring me anything home but, i chewed on a pair of her socks while she was gone so i guess i wouldn't have deserved it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there was a knock at the door and it was these two old people who were lost. they were taking a hike on one of the trails around here and got confused, and were about 7 miles from where they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to be! daddy gave them a ride, and got 10 dollars out of it! mommy about peed her pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy gave it to her to buy anything she wanted... cigarettes or gas or whatever... and she ended up blowing it all on yarn. AND NOTHING FOR EMMI! i mean, come on! i helped out too! i jumped all over the old people while they were on the porch to keep them out of the house... because they would probably end up getting mommy's floor all dirty with their muddy shoes. i am so considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it seems like it's been forever since i've posted a picture of me, so here's one... just something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou2.0.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;awww, look... i'm sleeping... and you can see my toofies! too cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113772318252450172?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113772318252450172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113772318252450172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113772318252450172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113772318252450172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommy-came-home-tonight-with-big-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113765744995953044</id><published>2006-01-19T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:57:29.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daddy got home at about 3:30 in the morning last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy was pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight we tried the "party" thing again... only 2 of daddy's friends showed up... only one drank beer... and they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; ate the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire big pot &lt;/span&gt;of chili that pappaw made for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy kept telling them not to eat it all... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one bowl apiece &lt;/span&gt;because that is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;food we have in this house until daddy gets paid on friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they each ate 3 bowls... they wouldn't listen to mommy and daddy never said anything to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know... because... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;was the one that offered it to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy was crying... one of daddy's friends said "what? it's not a big deal! it's just food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mommy went off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't quite remember all she said... most of it was profanity that i am not allowed to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was something along the lines of ".... it's just FOOD to someone that HAS food! when you don't have ANY food, it's pretty important!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atleast i always have food... i think that very well may be one of the reasons why mommy can't afford to feed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of this sad crap... i'm starting to get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy is crocheting placemats for our table. she is almost done with the first one... made it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;too short for the width, but it will be okay. it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her camera batteries are dead so she can't take any pictures of me or the crochet... bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113765744995953044?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113765744995953044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113765744995953044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113765744995953044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113765744995953044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/daddy-got-home-at-about-330-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113756815282575452</id><published>2006-01-18T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:09:12.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2:08 and daddy is still not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he won't answer MOMMY'S cell phone that she generously lets him take with him when he goes to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113756815282575452?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113756815282575452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113756815282575452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113756815282575452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113756815282575452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/208-and-daddy-is-still-not-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113756510501933392</id><published>2006-01-18T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:18:25.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like new years' eve all over again... she spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all day &lt;/span&gt;cleaning, making food... blah blah blah... for this BIG PARTY that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to happen tonight and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy was supposed to be home by 11 and it is 1:16 in the morning... his "friend" mike keeps telling mommy that he is going to kill her, and he's going to show up at our house one day while daddy isn't home to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daddy isn't home right now... mommy is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and WHY does he want to kill her, you ask? because mommy "took daddy away" from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS HE GAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go comfort mommy and then wait at the door for daddy to get home... we sure are lonely around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113756510501933392?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113756510501933392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113756510501933392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113756510501933392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113756510501933392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommy-is-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113749003922434797</id><published>2006-01-17T04:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T04:27:19.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a joke that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUNT KENZIE&lt;/span&gt; told mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt kenzie wanted to make sure that she got all the credit for it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: how do you fit a fat woman into a thong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: take the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; out of fat, and take the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; out of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHEN YOU FIGURE IT OUT, LEAVE ME A COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mommy's blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kayleecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaylee Crochets!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kayleeknit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaylee Knits, Too!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19524554-113749003922434797?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113749003922434797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113749003922434797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113749003922434797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113749003922434797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-joke-that-aunt-kenzie-told-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113748089327989419</id><published>2006-01-17T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:54:53.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures of my first sweater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiSweater4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiSweater4.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;it's not on my body the way it is supposed to be... it needs to be pulled up on my shoulders quite a bit but mommy's camera batteries were about to go dead so she didn't have time to mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiSweater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiSweater2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;again... it needs to be pulled up a bit... i freaking hate it... but mommy got rid of all the threads hanging down everywhere, so now i have nothing to pull on to try and get it off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says she can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait &lt;/span&gt;until she learns to knit! then she can make me real pretty sweaters... well that's great... just great...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113748089327989419?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113748089327989419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113748089327989419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113748089327989419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113748089327989419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-of-my-first-sweater.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113745685572313207</id><published>2006-01-16T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:14:15.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THREW THE PANTIES UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time mommy got them before i had to chance to swallow them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113745685572313207?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113745685572313207/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113736928802741158</id><published>2006-01-15T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:54:48.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/BadHairDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/BadHairDay1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm having a bad hair day...&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/19524554-113736928802741158?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113736928802741158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113736928802741158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113736928802741158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113736928802741158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-having-bad-hair-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113730693906806014</id><published>2006-01-15T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:35:39.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy finished my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made me try it on and i kept biting at the sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says she needs to add another tummy strap towards the back of my belly so the sweater won't look all flared out at my butt. mommy is too un-experienced to make a whole sweater that goes around my entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she screws up and ruins it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113730693906806014?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113730693906806014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113730693906806014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113730693906806014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113730693906806014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommy-finished-my-sweater.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113728313750038092</id><published>2006-01-14T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:58:57.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh... i'm not feeling so good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3589/1704/1600/Lounging2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3589/1704/320/Lounging2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's because i ATE MY PUKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that could be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so freaking disgusting... but, if you want to read all about the whole little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;, scroll down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113728313750038092?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113728313750038092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113728313750038092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113728313750038092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113728313750038092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113728070676859532</id><published>2006-01-14T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:18:26.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember the other day, when i said i finally pooped out the panties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just threw them up about 10 minutes ago on the living room floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was disgusting... it was HUGE. like a washcloth all bunched up. mommy was flipping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must've not thought it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; disgusting, because when mommy went to go get a paper towel, i ate them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think mommy has ever been this upset with me before. she keeps crying and yelling at me and telling me how stupid i was for eating the panties &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. i think she is really worried about the whole situation. it can't be healthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mommy is praying that i will throw them up again, and she will have time to hurry and pick them up before they go "down the hatch"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113728070676859532?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113728070676859532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113728070676859532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113728070676859532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113728070676859532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/remember-other-day-when-i-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113722448547012941</id><published>2006-01-14T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:41:25.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to gramma's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a baaaad girl... first i tried to kill sami, who is 10 times bigger than me, mind you. then i pooped on pappaw's bed up by his pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhh... don't tell him. mommy and gramma changed the sheets real quick so he wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;... i peed on the floor next to pappaw's bed... boy, was mommy mad at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baxter was acting a little distant today. he didn't try to hump me or anything... he was lying on the couch and i tried to lay next to him and he got mad and made me get down. i was so depressed, i went and pouted under the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came home, mommy got real upset because our house smelled like old nasty food or something. she says it's daddy's fault because his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one and only &lt;/span&gt;job around the house is to take out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have bags and bags of it just sitting in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy doesn't want to get mice in here so she's decided to do the job herself... that is the only way it will ever get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's also upset because she is receiving "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death threats&lt;/span&gt;" from one of daddy's "friends"... not sure what that means... but i am scared for her because she is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy doesn't want to be here by herself anymore... which is tough, because daddy is gone at work for about 8 hours a day, and it's always night time. mommy keeps telling him to put his "friend" in his place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but men just do NOT listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please come here and take care of my mommy and give her some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and take the freaking trash out, while you're at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113722448547012941?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113722448547012941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113722448547012941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113722448547012941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113722448547012941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-to-grammas-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113711825350323881</id><published>2006-01-12T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:12:24.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is mommy's big white cabinet that sits at the end of the hallway, where the washer and dryer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be, if we had a washer and dryer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for gramma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/WhiteCabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/WhiteCabinet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mommy wants to know if anyone has any sugguestions of what she could put on top of it. the hallway just looks so blank because she hasn't had to chance to paint it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look at our little nightlight... it's a tiny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purse&lt;/span&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/19524554-113711825350323881?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113711825350323881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113711825350323881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113711825350323881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113711825350323881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-mommys-big-white-cabinet-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113710261557900319</id><published>2006-01-12T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:50:15.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/LivingRoomPouting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/LivingRoomPouting1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy just spanked my butt because i ate daddy's guitar pick... tasted like crap but looked good at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i finally pooped out the panties. daddy took me outside this morning and told mommy that it was kind of funny looking... i think that's what it was. mommy is going to keep checking though, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy has decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;post her crochet projects on &lt;a href="http://www.kayleecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;... i guess two blogs is a lot of keep up with when you have to type for a dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard mention of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gramma &lt;/span&gt;coming over later! she's bringing mommy something to eat... we're freaking starving over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight mommy says she will be doing a lot of cleaning. daddy sure has the place a mess... mommy is trying to "train" him to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put things away when you're done with them&lt;/span&gt;! but he's a man...  he will never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minou, i hope you learn to like birdie!! i'm sure you will. it took baxter a long time to warm up to me though. he was an "only child" for 5 years until i came along. i think he was a bit traumatized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;had a little brother or a sister... mommy hopes that gramma and pappaw will come around to the idea once she gets a job and will be able to pay for the shots... food... blah blah blah... but i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go bug mommy until she takes me outside... it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo warm&lt;/span&gt; today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113710261557900319?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113710261557900319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113710261557900319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113710261557900319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113710261557900319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-pouting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113693760771401486</id><published>2006-01-10T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:00:07.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is eating chips and won't give me any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! there's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's see... i've had a pretty good day so far. daddy didn't have to leave for work until 4 so i got to spend a good bit of time with him before he left. i hate it when he leaves, though... i'm stuck here with this psycho i like to refer to as "mommy". all she ever does anymore is crochet and take pictures of me... and i've had about enough of that. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't pooped out the panties yet... mommy is starting to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm pooping, but the panties haven't came out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with it&lt;/span&gt;.  what is going on here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey minou! how does your mommy make those buttons you have on your blog? does she have like a special program she uses to do it or what? let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113693760771401486?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113693760771401486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113693760771401486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113693760771401486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113693760771401486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113687951482667505</id><published>2006-01-10T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:51:54.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeProfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/KayleeProfile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kayleecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy's Blog&lt;/a&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/19524554-113687951482667505?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113687951482667505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113687951482667505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113687951482667505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113687951482667505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommys-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113686830268779481</id><published>2006-01-09T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:52:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mommy made me a matching wristband to go with the collar/necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Wristband1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Wristband1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess it's for those days i decide go to the gym...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113686830268779481?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113686830268779481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113686830268779481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113686830268779481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113686830268779481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommy-made-me-matching-wristband-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113686424399081432</id><published>2006-01-09T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:39:21.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Collar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/Collar1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's my new collar! it only took mom like 10 minutes to make... but she's not giving herself a big pat on the back... it was a pretty small/easy project. i think it's really pretty. i like the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's going to start on another one here in a minute. it's going to be a bit thinner, and she's going to take her time on hooking the ends together. this one is a bit sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling a bit "bitchy", so i didn't turn and look at the camera. daddy just left to go to gramma kirkbride's to pick up some laundry. i'm pretty upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom is thinking about making a blog just to show her crochet projects, and her "journey" of learning the art. let us know what you think of the collar. mommy is pretty proud of herself!&lt;br /&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/19524554-113686424399081432?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113686424399081432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113686424399081432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113686424399081432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113686424399081432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-at-this-its-my-new-collar-it-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113686116675785693</id><published>2006-01-09T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:46:06.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mom broke one of her nails all ready. she's pretty upset about it because it cost $40 to get them done, and she doesn't know how much they'll charge her to fix one. probably some ridiculous price, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a little confused right now because she wants to start a new crochet project (preferably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; another scarf), but doesn't know what to do. there's not much she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;do until she learns how to read the patterns... if anyone has any suggestions for an easy project, let us know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thinks that she might start making me a doggie collar/necklace thingee. it probably shouldn't take very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and cyrus! tell your mom that she will get her scarf after mommy goes to the crochet classes. she wants to learn some new stitching techniques before she makes another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113686116675785693?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113686116675785693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113686116675785693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113686116675785693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113686116675785693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mom-broke-one-of-her-nails-all-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113685493129975229</id><published>2006-01-09T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:02:11.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't pooped the panties out yet. just to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113685493129975229?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113685493129975229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113685493129975229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113685493129975229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113685493129975229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-havent-pooped-panties-out-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113678933638204942</id><published>2006-01-09T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:48:56.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mommy's second project is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;! scarf number two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/BlueScarf2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/BlueScarf2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting in february, mom is going to go to these knitting and crochet classes for beginners. she's a little nervous, though... learning to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crochet &lt;/span&gt;at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? sounds a little confusing... the classes are only 2 hours apiece, every wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... is that enough time to learn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;? the crochet part, mom's all ready got the basics down. she just needs to learn some of the different stitches, how to read patterns... blah blah blah... de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, as far as knitting goes... mommy is clueless, but... she'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another picture of the scarf&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/BlueScarf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/BlueScarf4.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and here's one of me after my bath tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Puffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Puffy.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know... that's the second one this week!! mom forced me into the tub again because i was over at gramma kirkbride's tonight playing with jodi... and i was covered in her slobber... ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says that i have little chihuahua legs after i get a bath because my whole body is poofy except for my legs. (no offense, minou! they look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; better on you than me, girlfriend!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113678933638204942?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113678933638204942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113678933638204942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113678933638204942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113678933638204942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/mommys-second-project-is-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113676799785988061</id><published>2006-01-08T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:53:17.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oops, i did it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/OtherPanties2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/OtherPanties2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113676799785988061?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113676799785988061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113676799785988061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113676799785988061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113676799785988061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113676781031200606</id><published>2006-01-08T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:50:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a very depressing day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and daddy left me and went shopping. it seemed like they were gone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;!! gramma came down to the house and let me outside though, so at least i got a little bit of company. she didn't stay very long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;... mama got home!! daddy was carrying a bunch of bags so i thought it would just try and jump into one of them. didn't work. i fell on the floor and mommy was laughing at me. stupid mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess they got a few things at the mall, then went to olive garden to eat! i have no idea what olive garden is, but they brought home some leftovers and they smelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;... i don't think i get any though... most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went to olive garden to celebrate their anniversary (which was actually a month ago...). mommy said she had a real good time. she was going to try and get the waitress to serve her some wine, but didn't figure that she'd get away with it... so she didn't even attempt it. daddy drank by himself and mommy got a few tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom acted a little disappointed about the shopping trip, though. she said that aeropostale &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; american eagle had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;worth buying! she was so upset! the only article of clothing that she bought today was a cute tank top from aeropostale, on the clearance rack i might add... it is a pretty plum color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy also got some nose rings. $7.99 for a pack of five. not a bad deal. they just pop right in and aren't annoying as sin like those stupid nose screws she used to wear... and then she got a pack of crochet hooks, in different sizes, and some yarn. she is almost finished with her second scarf. it should be done within a matter of hours, so if she feels like it, i'm sure she will take a picture and post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy got some shirts... but they don't fit. gosh, hasn't anyone ever heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying things on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; you buy them?? i guess not... mommy said they were in a bit of a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was mommy and daddy's day... mine consisted of sleeping/pouting in the little room between the hallway and the bedroom. i'm not allowed in the bedroom or the living room anymore when mommy and daddy aren't here because i've peed on the carpet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX TIMES&lt;/span&gt; in the past two days. mommy has no idea why i'm doing this because before thursday, i'd never peed in this house before. not once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just keeping that my little secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113676781031200606?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113676781031200606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113676781031200606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113676781031200606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113676781031200606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-very-depressing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113667902431459627</id><published>2006-01-07T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:13:48.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow... it seems like it's been so long since i've posted on here! but i have good reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy has been sick. and i can't turn the computer on by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mom's own fault that she got sick, though... she and daddy had a little get-together the other night here at the house, and mommy had a little too much to drink... i felt so bad for her. i even tried to hold her hair back for her when her head was in the toilet... but i just ended up scratching her back all up and making her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of her at the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/Party2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy does not remember this picture being taken... she also does not remember why she's in a bikini... and wearing sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww. look at her belly rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is feeling much better now. thank goodness... all the attention was on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; the whole next day, and i was feeling a bit left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough about mom... she's boring anyway. scroll down to see pictures of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, emmi lou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113667902431459627?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113667902431459627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113667902431459627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113667902431459627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113667902431459627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113667813291199996</id><published>2006-01-07T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:55:36.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sure everyone knows by now how much i hate baths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought mommy knew, but apparently... she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay... let's get this over with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how humiliating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch the eyes, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmm... shampoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath5.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemme out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath6.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh god... more embarassment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Bath7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Bath7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oohh... so warm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19524554-113667813291199996?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113667813291199996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113667813291199996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113667813291199996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113667813291199996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-sure-everyone-knows-by-now-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113642313544938320</id><published>2006-01-04T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:27:07.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>has anyone been watching days of our lives? this is outrageous!! stupid chelsea/georgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a happier note, mom and i got to drool over john black today. sooo glad he was on there. ohh lordy lordy...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy has started a new scarf. it's a lot longer than the other one, and will hopefully not look as sloppy when it's done. she's really going to take her time this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colors are very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Yarn1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Yarn1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;she went to walmart last night and got the yarn. she also got this pink/purple color that she's planning on making me a sweater with. gramma kirkbride is going to help her, of course. we may even go there tonight. i sure hope so... then i will get to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jodi&lt;/span&gt;!! this is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy also went to the mall last night and got her nails done. i love them! it feels so good when she scratches my belly... even better than it did before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the yarn she's going to be using for my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Yarn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Yarn2.jpg" alt="" 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;eww... look at our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; green carpet. mommy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it. and it needs swept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's really been slacking off with the cleaning around here. she feels that it's daddy's turn to do it every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?? trying to get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;? you've got to be kidding me... that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get the windex, mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113642313544938320?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113642313544938320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113642313544938320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113642313544938320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113642313544938320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/has-anyone-been-watching-days-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113635810231438457</id><published>2006-01-04T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T02:26:13.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally! mommy's first crocheting project is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;! she is a little shy to post pictures of it on my blog, though. she's scared people will laugh because it's not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa haaa haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there mom, i did it for them all. no need to be nervous now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Scarf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Scarf5.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Scarf1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Scarf1.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keep in mind this scarf is mama's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; thing she's ever tried hooking. she didn't make it from reading a pattern, either. she just went by what she thought would be the right way... so... therefore, it probably isn't right. but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy obviously doesn't care. she's very proud of herself for making this... thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left to do is iron out the fringe and blah, blah, blah. it's all so boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiScarf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiScarf2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here i am trying to bite the stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiScarf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiScarf3.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am looking like a seriously disturbed bat with a snaggletooth, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiScarf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiScarf4.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am sweepin'. ohh, so soft...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113635810231438457?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113635810231438457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113635810231438457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113635810231438457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113635810231438457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally-mommys-first-crocheting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113626596679543985</id><published>2006-01-03T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:26:06.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've had about enough of this crocheting crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all mommy's been doing lately. she started a new scarf tonight (at about 8:00), and has been working on it nonstop until just now! and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking midnight&lt;/span&gt;! it's driving me nuts. she's not paying any attention to me at all and i hate it. so i keep jumping up on the couch and laying on the yarn so she can't get any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done that about 50 times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/CrochetPouting.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/CrochetPouting.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here i am, pouting on the couch next to mommy's  "project".  when she went to the bathroom, i jumped up on the couch and stole her seat so she would have to pay attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy keeps laughing at me because she knows i'm doing all this on purpose. what can i say? i hate not being the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all the crocheting is about done for tonight. mommy says she's going to add a row or two more to the scarf, add some fringe, and she's done. she hasn't the slightest idea on how to do the fringe though. was she supposed to do that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; she was done with all the hooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's just going to do what looks halfway right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, she doesn't really have the slightest idea what she's doing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know how to read crochet patterns or anything like that. she's just been doing what she thinks will look right when it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not really too concerned since this is her first project. hopefully things will get to looking better as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not if i can help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113626596679543985?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113626596679543985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113626596679543985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113626596679543985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113626596679543985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-had-about-enough-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113625574567441614</id><published>2006-01-02T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:35:45.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>turns out new years' wasn't so bad after all. it still kinda sucked though. it was just me, mommy, daddy, and their friend jessi. yeah, not much of a party. but mommy and jessi drank enough for a party of 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayJess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayJess1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here they are, looking a little silly. mommy laughs everytime she looks at this picture because jess has such a funny look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayTrevKisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayTrevKisses.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and here's mommy and daddy. mommy laughs even harder at this one... daddy has the weirdest look on his face. well, i guess they both do... this picture was taken at about 7 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a night... i mostly slept, or ate... or slept some more. it was fun watching mommy do silly things though... i don't know why she gets all weird like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113625574567441614?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113625574567441614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113625574567441614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113625574567441614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113625574567441614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2006/01/turns-out-new-years-wasnt-so-bad-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113607943393038922</id><published>2005-12-31T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:37:14.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's spent the entire day cleaning, organizing, and getting everything ready for the party. she even had the bar filled with appetizers and had all the games ready for everyone to play. and no one is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not one soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except daddy, of course. but he won't be home until after midnight. so it looks like it's just me and mommy tonight... she is heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, her feelings are hurt. i feel so bad for her. she says she doesn't have any real friends... but that's not true. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;am her friend. and i'm the only one she needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gramma and grampa are getting ready to come down to give mommy some company. that means it's time for me to go stand by the door and wait for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113607943393038922?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113607943393038922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113607943393038922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113607943393038922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113607943393038922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-is-very-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113600089138428800</id><published>2005-12-30T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:48:11.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more stupid pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayEmmi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayEmmi2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaylee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile for the camera, emmi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emmi: &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i smell food??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayEmmi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayEmmi1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaylee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut up and kiss me, baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emmi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have no choice, mother. you have me in a freaking deathgrip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayEmmi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayEmmi3.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaylee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peace out, bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emmi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh... west&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think mommy's weirdness may have rubbed off on me. i'm going to go roll around on the floor and hope it comes back off.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113600089138428800?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113600089138428800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113600089138428800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113600089138428800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113600089138428800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-stupid-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113599609230548445</id><published>2005-12-30T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:30:56.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gramma got mommy some new yarn today. it is beautiful. so beautiful that i thought it would be nice for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;to have. so, while mommy was sitting on the couch crocheting, i decided to jump up there, grab the ball of yarn and make a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad the yarn was attached to this little thing mommy holds in her hand or i would've been home free. she started yelling at me and pulling at the yarn to try and get me to let go of it. i think that just made me want it even more, because i held it real tight my mouth and ran down the hallway as fast as i could. mommy was screaming and yelling at me to stop. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally she got ahold of me (after about a 10 minute high-speed chase down the hallway and back), and took the yarn back. then she did the thing i always dread the most... she smacked me on my nose and called me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad girl&lt;/span&gt;. i could tell she was real mad so i left her alone and went to pout under the bed. that is my special pouting and hiding place because it's real hard for mom to crawl under there and get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was in the middle of a huge pouting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;session, i heard mommy say something about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;. so i came out from u&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Scarf1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Scarf1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nder the bed and went out with her while she smoked a cigarette (eww, icky). she didn't really seem like she was that upset with me anymore... but i'm keeping my distance. mommy works in weird ways sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, here is the scarf that mommy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to do. well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; trying to do until i grabbed the yarn and undid most of the work she'd done on it all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Scarf2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/400/Scarf2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's having some trouble figuring out the fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yarn that mommy is using is like a rainbow color. very pretty. the colors remind her of sherbet. hopefully the scarf will be done in about 50 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113599609230548445?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113599609230548445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113599609230548445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113599609230548445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113599609230548445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/gramma-got-mommy-some-new-yarn-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113598000537214108</id><published>2005-12-30T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:00:05.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy and daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayTrev10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/KayTrev10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this picture was taken on christmas day.&lt;/span&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/19524554-113598000537214108?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113598000537214108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113598000537214108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113598000537214108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113598000537214108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-and-daddy-this-picture-was-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113597983033970858</id><published>2005-12-30T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:57:10.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Emmi14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Emmi14.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, sleeping with my turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Emmi13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Emmi13.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i have my arm around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Emmi15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Emmi15.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;this picture, mommy took this morning when i was napping on the couch. you can tell how tired i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Emmi16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Emmi16.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;now here's one worth zooming in on... i'm rolling my eyes at mommy. i get a little tired of all this stupid picture-taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113597983033970858?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113597983033970858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113597983033970858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113597983033970858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113597983033970858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113590097998261417</id><published>2005-12-29T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:11:22.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, how i hate it when mommy leaves me... she left me real early in the morning for a doctors' appointment (around 8:15... that is early for us around here...) and didn't get back until almost 2 in the afternoon! i was so excited when she got home that i started doing my little squealing noises and jumped all over her and gave her lots and lots of tisses... then we sat down together and watched the last 15 minutes of days of our lives... that john black is such a stud... oh lordy lordy... what a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after days was over, mommy started to put her shoes and coat back on. i realized what was happening... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e was going to leave me again&lt;/span&gt;!! and i wasn't about to let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; happen, so i started pulling on her pantleg and wouldn't let her go. i guess i wasn't doing it hard enough because she shook me right off. and away she went... she didn't get home until about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess she went to get her tongue pierced. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. for the 5th time! mommy has been saying "if the stud isn't straight this time... i'm giving up on it!"... all 4 times it has been so noticably crooked that mommy can't stand it. well when she got home, she stuck her tongue out at me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was straight&lt;/span&gt;! mommy seemed really happy about it, therefore i'm happy about it too. she seems to be in a really good mood tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm not sure how good of a mood i'm in... i think i heard mention of me getting a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flea &lt;/span&gt;bath&lt;/span&gt; later. gosh i hope not... if i do, it probably won't be for awhile until daddy gets home from work... mommy won't do it by herself anymore... not since the time i jumped out of the tub and hid behind the couch for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forty-five minutes &lt;/span&gt;while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special-medicated&lt;/span&gt; shampoo was still on me... keep in mind that this shampoo was only supposed to be on me for 10 minutes. mommy was so upset that she was crying, and finally she got me to come out... that is, with a greenie in her hand. i should've known it was a trick... i got sent right back into the tub and had to rinse off, and didn't even get to keep the greenie!! what a meanie... and yes, that was supposed to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to go take a crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113590097998261417?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113590097998261417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113590097998261417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113590097998261417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113590097998261417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-how-i-hate-it-when-mommy-leaves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113581836596785947</id><published>2005-12-28T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:58:00.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou12.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/320/EmmiLou12.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am i the most beautiful/adorable/cutest/funniest little thing you've ever seen in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; thought so...&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/19524554-113581836596785947?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113581836596785947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113581836596785947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113581836596785947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113581836596785947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/am-i-most-beautifuladorablecutestfunni.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113581805925978376</id><published>2005-12-28T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:58:51.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy decided to take a few pictures of the house tonight, since it was nice and clean. she still says that it's messy, though... i guess that's just how she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/House3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/House3.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;one shot of the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/House2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/House2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/House1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/House1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/House4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/House4.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and one of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's 2 of mommy's absolute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; gifts she got for christmas this year... her candle warmers! the house smells great thanks to these little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/CandleWarmer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/CandleWarmer1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here's the big one. in it, mommy has her favorite yankee candle. it's called buttercream and it smells sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/CandleWarmer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/CandleWarmer2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the smaller one. gramma said that she had to get the one with the snowman on the front because they didn't have anything else. ah, mommy doesn't care. she'll leave it out all year long... she has a rose-scented candle in that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's some more pictures of our new house. i know it's not great, but it's all we have for now. mommy tries her hardest to make it look nice and i think she does an pretty good job at it. we won't have any pictures of the bedroom for awhile, since it's not even close to being done. the living room is almost finished... mommy wants to get a coffeetable to put in front of the couch so it doesn't seem like a huge, empty space in the middle. we are also going to paint the living room walls as well as the hallway... as for the kitchen, mommy's not sure what she wants to do there. i'm sure she'll figure something out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113581805925978376?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113581805925978376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113581805925978376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113581805925978376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113581805925978376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-decided-to-take-few-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113575318084034490</id><published>2005-12-28T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T02:39:32.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a couple pictures of mommy and daddy, taken on christmas day. scroll down to the next post to see adorable new pics of me, emmi lou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting ready to add all of these (plus more) to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; here in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeTrevor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeTrevor2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;oh, so cute. look at mommy's adorable new suede hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeTrevor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeTrevor1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be cool... ha! nice try, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113575318084034490?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113575318084034490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113575318084034490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113575318084034490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113575318084034490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-couple-pictures-of-mommy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113575242149241132</id><published>2005-12-28T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:47:01.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy figured out a way to get our pictures on the computer without having to install that stupid disk. so they're here! there's a ton, but... blogger takes forever to upload pictures so i'm just going to put some of them on here for now. tomorrow i think i will add all of them to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;, so check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad news is, the pictures don't look as good as they could. since mommy didn't install the disk, she couldn't format them or anything like that... but in a few weeks, mommy is getting a new computer (a stupid dell, mind you), so she won't have to use her school imac for personal use anymore. then the pictures will look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's some pictures of me... i will add mommy and daddy's pictures on a post of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmLou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmLou1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here i am sleeping. this is shortly after we opened all the presents on christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, sleeping again. i moved up onto the couch where it was more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou5.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and... more sleeping.  this time on aunt kenzie's soft new robe. like my pretty bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou9.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;i was hungry... and mommy starves me... so i decided to sneak up into the dishwasher and steal some scraps from the big christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/Baxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/Baxter.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;and here's baxter. my uncle/boyfriend/humping buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou10.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, sleeping, as usual... but this time it is on mommy's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLou11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLou11.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see... i'm right in her crack. eww. what was i thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113575242149241132?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113575242149241132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113575242149241132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113575242149241132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113575242149241132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113565826009534154</id><published>2005-12-26T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:42:49.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... now i know why mommy made such a huge deal over christmas a few days back... it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most wonderful time of the year&lt;/span&gt;!! oh i loved it! it was a little hectic, but overall, i've never had a better day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and aunt kenzie woke me up at 6 in the morning (ugh...) and said it was time to open the christmas presents. i wasn't sure what was going on until i followed them downstairs to see the christmas tree &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely surrounded&lt;/span&gt; with tons and tons boxes wrapped up in pretty paper! i went absolutely nuts and wouldn't stop sniffing everything. gramma took me and baxter into the family room and put the gate up so we couldn't go back into where all the presents were. it wasn't until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 hours later&lt;/span&gt; (that was how long it took mommy and aunt kenzie to open all their presents!) that mommy let me back in the room. baxter and i sniffed around for a bit while mommy was putting her makeup on. she said that pappaw was going to babysit me while she went to great-gramma's for breakfast and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; gift-opening!! i was a little upset at first, but knew she would bring home some fun new things for me to sniff and discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 hours later, mommy walked through the door carrying a huge box full of things. she left for a second, then came back in with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; box stuffed full of presents she'd got from great-gramma and great-grampa. there was so much! i didn't know where to begin sniffing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the day was spent in the living room playing fooseball, trying on clothes and taking pictures. daddy showed up after awhile and that made me real happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 5 that evening, there was a knock at the door. it was some of pappaw's side of the family! i jumped all over them and sniffed them until mommy took me into another room and put the stupid gate up so i couldn't visit them. baxter and i watched through the gate as everybody ate a big dinner. we whined the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, mommy let us back out and everybody opened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more presents&lt;/span&gt;. i kept running away with the wrapping paper and mommy got real mad. heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the things that mommy got....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a ton of clothes&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;shoes&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;makeup&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;jewelry (belly button rings... earrings... necklaces... and a very pretty watch)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;candle warmer (she got a big one and a small one... in case you don't know, candle warmers are these things that you stick candles in that heats them up and melts the wax. i guess it's so you don't ever have to burn the candle to make the house smell good!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;an adorable hat&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;pretty sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;lots of cds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;5.0 mp digital camera&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; gosh... there's so much more. it would take me days to type it all out, so i'm just going to stop there. aunt kenzie got some neat stuff too. lots of clothes, a digital camera, dvds, fun dvd games, and best of all... a fooseball table! so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i got a new collar (it's too small for me. we have to exchange it... but it was bright pink with pretty rhinestones.), a small nyla-bone (that was gone in less than 2 minutes), and a big box of treats that i have to share with baxter and sami. i ate a whole bunch of them yesterday. my belly hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh... christmas was so wonderful. mommy took a whole bunch of pictures on her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; digital camera (oh it's so nice! mommy absolutely loves it!! the pictures look so clear and not all crappy like they did on her old one). she's mad right now though because for some reason, this stupid imac won't let her install the camera software. therefore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no pictures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by tomorrow we will have it figured out. for now, i'm going to bed... still a little tired from all the christmas craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113565826009534154?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113565826009534154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113565826009534154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113565826009534154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113565826009534154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113537507930078894</id><published>2005-12-23T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:57:59.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas is going to be great!! right now i'm getting ready to go to my gramma's to stay the night! yay, a slumber party!! hopefully baxter will be in a good mood so we can play together... it's hard to tell with him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy keeps telling me how much i'm going to love christmas. i'm going to see lots of people and get presents too! now i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i don't have much time to talk... mommy says i need to start gathering up my toys and my blanket to go to gramma's. perhaps tomorrow i will get on aunt kenzie's computer (that is, if she lets me), and write a special *christmas post*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113537507930078894?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113537507930078894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113537507930078894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113537507930078894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113537507930078894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-going-to-be-great-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113532078910630219</id><published>2005-12-23T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:53:09.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy has found her new obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she learned the basics of crocheting earlier tonight (well, last night... thursday), and ever since then that's all she's been doing. mommy, daddy and i all went over to gramma kirkbrides' (daddy's mom) so gramma could help mommy with her scarf, and i got to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jodi&lt;/span&gt;! she's a yellow lab... much bigger than me... but that doesn't stop me from trying to take all her toys and dominate her. for some reason, jodi is afraid of me! mommy kept getting a kick out of the fact that everytime i would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play growl&lt;/span&gt;, jodi would get so scared that she would run and hide. i mean, come on! she's like 10 times my size! oh well. it makes me feel good that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; is under my authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy got a little upset with me after we left gramma kirkbrides' because i was still in a feisty mood, and kept trying to bite her arms and hands and eat all the yarn... mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little excited about this whole crocheting thing. it's just one more thing lying around the house that i can chew up in my spare time... what am i saying? i'm a dog. all i have is spare time. therefore, there will be no yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. because then mommy will have more time for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meeee&lt;/span&gt;... why would she need a hobby when she has this cute little thing running around the house 24/7, begging for attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is just a phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113532078910630219?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113532078910630219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113532078910630219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113532078910630219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113532078910630219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-has-found-her-new-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113527737854078940</id><published>2005-12-22T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:49:38.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy was in a picture-taking mood today... needless to say, i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiNotReady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiNotReady.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh... no pictures, mommy... i just woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiCutie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiCutie1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i'll be cute just this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one time&lt;/span&gt;. but you'd better get that camera out of my face directly afterwards or i'm going to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiCutie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiCutie2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay mommy... i'm going to ignore you now. hopefully you will go away.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19524554-113527737854078940?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113527737854078940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113527737854078940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113527737854078940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113527737854078940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-was-in-picture-taking-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113522895768957620</id><published>2005-12-22T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:22:37.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents are so weird... tonight mommy thought it would be fun for she and daddy to (try to) draw pictures of each other. so mommy went first... all she had was a pen so she couldn't erase anything as she went... not like she's an artist or anything... the whole time she was drawing she was laughing really hard, and daddy was wondering why, until she showed him this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/TrevorPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/TrevorPic.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy then told daddy that she wanted him to draw a picture of her... 2 seconds later, he handed her this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleePic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleePic.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy said, "it looks just like me!", rolled her eyes, and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen her since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113522895768957620?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113522895768957620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113522895768957620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113522895768957620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113522895768957620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-parents-are-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113520252927190799</id><published>2005-12-21T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:02:09.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my belly hurts. i think it's because of the panties i ate the other day... i finally pooped them out this morning though, so hopefully i will be feeling better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw up twice yesterday and mommy was crying because she felt so bad for me... all i've been doing since then is laying around and pouting... oh, how i wish i hadn't ate those panties. they tasted so good but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it wasn't worth it&lt;/span&gt;! i hate being sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today seems like a pretty good day to lounge around anyway. daddy left for work about an hour ago and mommy, of course, will be cleaning all evening. this will give me some time to work on my blog... i found a few things that i want to put in the sidebar and mommy said she would help me with it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christmas is in 4 days&lt;/span&gt;!! mommy gets real excited about christmas every year... she gets these sudden outbursts where she starts squealing because she's so eager for christmas to come. she says she's always been like that... ever since she was little. what a weirdo... as for me, i'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; excited yet, mainly because i'm still not sure what christmas is. i am, however, excited about the fact that i will be reunited with the love of my life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baxter&lt;/span&gt;, in 2 days! we're going to have so much fun! all he ever wants to do is hump though... oh well, mommy says he's a man, so i should get used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight mommy says she wants to have some fun and dress me up... oh god, how embarassing. i'm sure she'll want to take some pictures, too... perhaps i will hide under the bed where she can't get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going there now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113520252927190799?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113520252927190799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113520252927190799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113520252927190799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113520252927190799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-belly-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113497702590405835</id><published>2005-12-19T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:27:27.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes!! mommy finally&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; forgave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the whole underwear thing! it was about time... i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tisses&lt;/span&gt; and had no one to give them to! (daddy won't let me tiss him on the mouth...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiMommyStare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiMommyStare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first, mommy layed on the floor and stared at me... not saying anything... what a tease... after about a minute or so she finally told me it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; and i came running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiMommy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiMommy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i jumped on mommy and flipped her over on her back... here we are sharing a passionate moment...&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiLickNose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiLickNose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daddy took this picture not a moment too soon... about a tenth of a second later, my tongue when up mommy's nose and she jumped. she even made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snorting noise&lt;/span&gt; like i do sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so that's it- the kaylee/emmi reunion... i'm so relieved that mommy isn't mad at me anymore; that was the most painful 9 hours of my life! i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it when mommy is upset with me. from now on, i'm going to try my best to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113497702590405835?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113497702590405835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113497702590405835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113497702590405835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113497702590405835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-mommy-finally-forgave-me-for-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113494113509413328</id><published>2005-12-18T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:30:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh oh.... i did something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. very, very &lt;font&gt;bad... and now mommy isn't talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPanties2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPanties2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at's left o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f mommy's favorite underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mommy was a bit puzzled when she woke up to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; lying next to the bed. she looked and looked everywhere for the rest of them, then finally figured it out... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ate them&lt;/span&gt;. all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPanties1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPanties1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be... the elastic part for the thong, the whole front of the panties and... the crotch. ew. i can't believe i did that. mommy is worried now because she doesn't know how easy it's going to be for me to poop all that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy was laughing and saying that now they were crotchless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; buttless panties... what a perv. geez, dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad about what i did... mommy is mad at me and won't even look at me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sorry mommy... so, so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&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/19524554-113494113509413328?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113494113509413328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113494113509413328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113494113509413328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113494113509413328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/uh-oh_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113489107486296478</id><published>2005-12-18T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:35:09.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh! look at my pretty little button! mommy was just messing around on the computer and made it for me. it only took her like an hour and a half to choose the font for it... crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/emmibutton.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/400/emmibutton.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy is playing guitar. i hate it when he does because it hurts my little ears. sometimes when he's at work i try and chew up the wires but mommy always stops me. it's probably just because she'll be the one held responsible for all the damage when i finally get past her and tear everything up. ugh, i hate that thing... when daddy first started playing it around me i was really scared. i didn't like the noise and whenever daddy would get close to me with it i would shoot down the hallway and go into one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running fits&lt;/span&gt;. he found that quite hilarious. yeah, really funny dad. hardy har har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can all ready tell that tonight isn't going to be a very fun one... i heard mention of some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy and daddy time&lt;/span&gt; later. well, that's just great... "mommy and daddy time" usually means emmi getting locked out of the bedroom for hours on end. i try not to let that stop me, though... sometimes i stick my little nose under the door and make my signature &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snorting noises&lt;/span&gt;, trying to get them to notice that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emmi's still here&lt;/span&gt;! hardly ever works though... stupid parents... no sympathy for a poor little discouraged mutt at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, it's not like that really. mommy and daddy treat me real good. especially mommy... she is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legal guardian&lt;/span&gt;. daddy is just my adoptive father. i've spent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; more time with mommy than i have with anyone else, including daddy. she's my best friend in the whole wide world... without her i don't know how i could live! after all... she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the one who feeds me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note... i think i'm going to go cuddle up with her right now. she looks like she's in need of some lovin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh... just thought of a smart remark for that one, but... this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puppy oriented blog&lt;/span&gt;, so i think i'll just keep it to myself... ciao bitches. &lt;------ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a bad word, by the way. we're talking about dogs here! just had to clear that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113489107486296478?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113489107486296478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113489107486296478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113489107486296478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113489107486296478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooh-look-at-my-pretty-little-button.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113486660065668587</id><published>2005-12-17T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T19:46:23.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gramma &lt;/span&gt;came over! she brought a few things for mommy, including this weird thing that mommy plugs into the tv, sets on the floor, and jumps around on. i wasn't sure about it so i barked and barked until i finally realized it wasn't alive, and wasn't going to bark back. after mommy stopped laughing, she informed me that it was a dance mat, and it went with a game called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ddr max&lt;/span&gt;. mommy must've jumped around on that thing for an hour until she finally let me have a turn. i wasn't very good though... i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; the first round after like 5 seconds! i'm going to keep practicing... but i'll probably never be as good as mommy. she's a ddr max champion! go mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiDDRMax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiDDRMax.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i look at this picture, i think i realize what i was doing wrong... i was facing the wrong way! stupid mommy, she didn't even tell me! oh well, maybe i'll get it right next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says that later tonight we're going to catch up on the week's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;days of our lives&lt;/span&gt;... i'm so excited! that john black is a sexy beast... mommy says that he's all hers, though. stupid mommy... i guess i'm going to have to settle for patrick lockhart, which isn't bad... hmmm... or maybe max, bonnie lockhart's other son... and he is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doggie &lt;/span&gt;like me! yes, he'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113486660065668587?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113486660065668587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113486660065668587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113486660065668587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113486660065668587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/tonight-gramma-came-over-she-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113480867692004642</id><published>2005-12-17T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T03:41:16.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's something i found on a friend of mine's dog blog. it's called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dog property laws&lt;/span&gt;, and i have to tell you... i don't know why i didn't think of this! i'm going to make sure that mommy reads this thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog property laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if i like it, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;2. if it's in my mouth, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;3. if i can take it from you, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;4. if i had it a little while ago, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;5. if it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way&lt;br /&gt;6. if i'm chewing something up, all the little pieces are mine&lt;br /&gt;7. if it just looks like mine, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;8. if i saw it first, or even if i didn't, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;9. if you have something, and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine&lt;br /&gt;10. basically, whatever you thought was yours, is actually mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;get it? got it? good.&lt;br /&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/19524554-113480867692004642?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113480867692004642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113480867692004642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113480867692004642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113480867692004642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-something-i-found-on-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113480784534521842</id><published>2005-12-17T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T03:24:43.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPreciousMoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPreciousMoments.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dear santa claus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a reminder in case you didn't get my last letter... christmas is coming so quickly and i just want to make sure that you haven't forgotten&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt; that i want. just keepin' you on your toes, santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose you all ready know who i am, and what a good girl i've been all year long, since my mommy says you can see me when i'm sleeping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;when i'm awake... please just ignore the time that i pooped underneath the bed and didn't tell mommy... she will never know. oh yeah, and the time behind the couch too. please santa, shhh... that's just between you and me. nobody has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't consider myself to be greedy, although mommy says i am, but here's a list i've been putting together for quite some time now. i don't care if you get me everything, but it would be nice if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;a new bone... one that is durable and will last for days and days, not hours and hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;a new squeaky toy... the squeaker in mine went awol a few months back and it's just not that fun anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;some dog treats that don't taste like cardboard... those cheap kroger ones aren't exactly hitting the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pretty pink (or purple) collar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nice winter sweater... i hate being cold. preferably in pink or purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some money for a haircut... i can't freaking see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new pretty pink bow... i ate my old one and i'm still not sure if it's came back out yet. purple would be okay too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another stuffed animal toy... i like tearing out the stuffing and eating it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new rope bone... it'd be nice if you could get me one where the little pieces of thread don't fall out and get all over the floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some greenies... it's been nearly four months since my last one. the addiction was getting out of control... i honestly don't know of a dog that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new friend... or at the very least, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; from an old friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a doggie bed... so i can lay on it instead of the floor when i watch tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ability to speak the word "no" when mommy tells me it's time for a bath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a rocketship... or maybe just another bone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new brand of dog food... i'm a little too old for that "puppy stuff" anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new rubber ball with the lighty-uppy thingee inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some pretty nail polish made especially for doggies... i'd like to feel pretty every once in awhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pretty knitted doggie toboggan... maybe then i won't feel so self-concious about my big ears...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an infinite amount of water always waiting for me in my water bowl... daddy always forgets to fill it up when mommy's not around and i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ability to be the sweetest, most well behaved dog in the world, so that my mommy will always love me and never be mad at me ever, ever again. ever ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well santa, that's all i've got for now. like i said, you don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to get me everything on the list, but i would really appreciate it if you did. just leave it under the tree... if there's enough room. i promise i will try to refrain from eating your cookies and milk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmm... cookies and milk...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;... but don't worry, santa. the reindeer will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most definitely&lt;/span&gt; be getting their carrots. you can hold me to that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;the name at the top of your "good" list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;miss emmi lou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;p.s.- if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want to spoil me, santa, you can check out my wishlist on &lt;a href="http://froogle.google.com/shoppinglist?a=SWL&amp;amp;id=9fdfa5874ffdf06cd38e70e1a2c95020cae77218"&gt;froogle&lt;/a&gt;... i hope i'm not pushing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19524554-113480784534521842?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113480784534521842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113480784534521842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113480784534521842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113480784534521842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-santa-claus-this-is-just-reminder.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113478434474103592</id><published>2005-12-16T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:52:24.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think mommy has finally lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've discovered first-hand what being unemployed can do to a person. for the past 31 days (we've lived in this house for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thirty-one&lt;/span&gt; days!), mommy has done nothing but clean, clean, clean. she's constantly obsessing over the littlest things... like whether to put the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cream colored candle &lt;/span&gt;on the bar and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lavender colored candle &lt;/span&gt;on the coffee table, or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lavender colored candle &lt;/span&gt;on the bar and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cream colored candle &lt;/span&gt;on the coffee table... she's driving me nuts! she must've switched those freaking things around 50 times until she finally found a solution... which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;the way they were before she even started messing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can't blame her for keeping herself busy all the time though... daddy is always at work and i'm usually sleeping most of the day, so she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to do something to keep herself from being bored to death. tomorrow mommy says she's going to go job hunting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;... probably no luck though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, let's talk about emmi now. today when i woke up it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snowing&lt;/span&gt;!! i was so excited! mommy was still in bed, but when daddy took me out to go pee i was jumping all around trying to catch the snowflakes in my mouth. he stayed outside with me for about 15 minutes even though it was freezing cold! mommy found it pretty humorous when he told her the story. she gets mad at me when i take a really long time outside when it's snowing though because she says she's cold and wants to go back in the house. what a whiner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh!! what's that? i think i hear daddy coming up the driveway! i'm going to go smother him with kisses... i think later tonight i'm going to add a few pictures of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;to "mommy's" &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; page. ciao bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113478434474103592?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113478434474103592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113478434474103592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113478434474103592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113478434474103592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-mommy-has-finally-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113471405125650612</id><published>2005-12-16T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:23:34.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh oh... mommy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maaad &lt;/span&gt;at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chewed up some of the carpet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right in the middle &lt;/span&gt;of the living room floor. so now there's a little hole there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;don't seem to think it's that big of a deal, but mommy does. i got yelled at... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. and for the first time, mommy spanked me so hard that it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she apologized about an hour later, but she was still pretty upset about it. she really hurt my feelings and i'm still pouting. stupid mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i saw my pappaw today! he came down to pick mommy up to go "krogering", as she calls it. when they came back, pappaw visited with me and mommy a bit. i was so excited! i hardly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; get to see my pappaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; news, but i heard mention of (after mommy starts making "mucho dinero") me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having puppies&lt;/span&gt;! mommy said it probably won't be for awhile... she wants to make sure that she will have enough money to take care of the puppies after they're born. she also said that we will get to keep one! yay!! i'm still not sure if me having puppies is a good thing or a bad thing though... i don't want it to hurt. but i guess i'll be willing to pay the price if it means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a new friend&lt;/span&gt; for emmi lou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, oh my god. i just farted. i do that all the time and it's squeaky sounding. oh lord, that's funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy says it's time to go outside. how does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know that i have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go pee&lt;/span&gt;? wow, he's like a psychic or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113471405125650612?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113471405125650612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113471405125650612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113471405125650612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113471405125650612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113454334567706301</id><published>2005-12-14T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:55:45.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid mommy. she's so mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and daddy were playing mario 3 (for the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;millionth&lt;/span&gt; time...) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i wanted to do was give mommy tisses&lt;/span&gt;! that's it! but she kept getting mad at me because i was in her face and she kept shoving me off of her... so i went in the corner and pouted like i always do... but this time, something was different... she didn't come over to apologize! so that just hurt my feelings even more... the thing that surprised me the most was, daddy didn't really care either! now that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;! i think mommy has brainwashed him in an evil scheme to turn against emmi lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh... i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113454334567706301?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113454334567706301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113454334567706301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113454334567706301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113454334567706301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-mommy_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113452431663509390</id><published>2005-12-13T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:40:05.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh, so happy! tonight i had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; visitors- gramma and aunt kenzie! i was so excited that i couldn't contain myself! i was running and jumping around the house, making my little squeaky noises like i always do. gramma really got a kick out of that. mommy says it's rather annoying anymore, but it's still funny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after gramma and aunt kenzie left, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt; walked through the door! i couldn't believe it! he usually doesn't get home until much later at night. he told mommy that it turns out he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to work today, and he drove all the way to athens for nothing! but how was he supposed to know? his boss doesn't give him his schedule until tuesday (today)! crazy... yes, i know. poor daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy says later she wants to add some more pictures to her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; account. i think i will help her. maybe then we can get a few pictures of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emmi&lt;/span&gt; on there instead of just boring ol' mommy and daddy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113452431663509390?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113452431663509390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113452431663509390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113452431663509390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113452431663509390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohh-so-happy-tonight-i-had-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113442290391197836</id><published>2005-12-12T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:42:11.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to get an account with &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;font&gt;i think it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more for mommy&lt;/span&gt; than it is for me&lt;/span&gt;. all of my photos will still be on my bravenet page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as simple as the bravenet photo center, but i like it because you can have a little banner on your site. yeah, so that's what i'm doing right now... trying to upload some pictures for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a little upset right now because daddy never told her that his employee christmas party was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;. she really wanted to go but now she doesn't have time to get ready because it starts in an hour! i think the main reason she's so upset is because it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free food&lt;/span&gt;... mommy's cheap like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113442290391197836?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113442290391197836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113442290391197836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113442290391197836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113442290391197836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/decided-to-get-account-with-flickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113437485158429008</id><published>2005-12-12T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T03:14:06.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is still cracking up over this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPoutingBed1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPoutingBed1.0.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down to see the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photo story&lt;/span&gt; that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiBarkingSouthPark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiBarkingSouthPark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;speaking of things tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;t crack mommy up... earlier tonight, daddy   had these little wind-up toys that &lt;font&gt;walked! yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;!! crazy... i know. he would wind them up and they would walk all over the kitch&lt;font&gt;en floo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;r. mommy thought it was espec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;ially funny because i was doing my signature howl. i kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;trying to snap at them&lt;font&gt;, but i didn't want to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; close beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;use i was kinda freaked out. i barked and barked and howled and howled at those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;freaking things for at least half an hour until mommy told daddy to put them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;... she was getting a headache from all the noise i was making. regardless, she still thought it was funny. yes... i'm a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19524554-113437485158429008?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113437485158429008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113437485158429008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113437485158429008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113437485158429008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-is-still-cracking-up-over-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113434842483251830</id><published>2005-12-11T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:16:45.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good news! miss emmi's horoscopes are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back up&lt;/span&gt;! there's a link to them in the sidebar under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sites&lt;/span&gt;, and also a banner if you scroll down the page a bit. it was so much fun to make. i read mine everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the sidebar banner, just click on the icon of your sign and it will direct you to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss emmi's horoscopes&lt;/span&gt; page. mommy said it's funny because it kind of reminds her of miss cleo... i'm not exactly sure who that is, but mommy says she's an evil, evil lady and a fake. okay mom, whatever you say... like i really care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more good news! i've finally uploaded some pictures to my photo center. check it out! there's also a link to that in the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's even a page especially for my friends! i haven't put a whole bunch on there yet, but sometime soon i will work a little more on it. for now, there's just a few pics of me, some of mommy... and i think two of cyrus and one of rollie. i keep telling mommy to take her camera everytime she goes to gramma's so she can get some pics of uncle baxter and aunt sami! ohhh, uncle baxter... i'm counting the days 'till i can see you again, little buddy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113434842483251830?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113434842483251830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113434842483251830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113434842483251830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113434842483251830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-news-miss-emmis-horoscopes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113433848296818895</id><published>2005-12-11T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:36:34.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, am i exhausted... i decided to make a few changes to the blog. i messed with some things on the sidebar a little, like my links and stuff... i also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;-added my &lt;a href="http://www.bunnyherolabs.com/"&gt;bunny hero labs&lt;/a&gt; doggie, penelope. so, just a reminder... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you are not viewing this page in mozilla firefox, it's not going to look right&lt;/span&gt;!! for some reason, with this stupid template, things look all messed up on internet explorer when i add stuff to the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night mommy made me mad... i mean, i know it's she and daddy's anniversary and all... but... come on guys, you could at least pay a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little bit &lt;/span&gt;of attention to me! first they had a romantic dinner (at 1 in the morning when daddy finally got home from work), and i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;! i begged and begged and mommy wouldn't even look at me! after "dinner", mommy and daddy sat down and watched a movie together on the couch. i was so upset, i went off on my own...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; screw you guys&lt;/span&gt;... it only took about a freaking hour before mommy even realized i was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where she found me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPoutingBed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPoutingBed1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid mommy... i don't need her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPoutingBed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPoutingBed2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is that you, mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPoutingBed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPoutingBed3.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate you all.&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/19524554-113433848296818895?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113433848296818895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113433848296818895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113433848296818895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113433848296818895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-am-i-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113426396922425984</id><published>2005-12-10T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:30:02.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeRing1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeRing1.0.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeRing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeRing2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy's ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/TrevorBand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/TrevorBand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daddy's wedding band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here's where it get's difficult... mommy's wedding band choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeBandChoice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeBandChoice1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy likes this one because it's all princess cut diam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onds and matches perfectly with her engagement ring. the gold doesn't look like it matches her ring in this picture, but she tried it on in zales and it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; match. she says that this one is probably her favorite out of everything she's seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeBandChoice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeBandChoice2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now this one, mommy isn't considering getting because it has round diamonds instead of princess cut. she loves it though because she thinks baguette diamonds are beautiful! she doesn't understand why they hardly ever put princess cut and baguettes together. she's not too concerned though, because it doesn't match her ring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeBandChoice3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeBandChoice3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's another one that mommy isn't considering, but thinks that it's pretty because it's all baguettes. she wishes that daddy would agree to wear a band with just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little bit&lt;/span&gt; of bling, bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t he won't. she says men are too insecure about their sexuality like that... stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;the other day, mommy was in zales with gramma and tried on some solitaire enhancers. mommy said they were so neat because her ring just slid down into them and it looked like one big thing! here's a picture of a solitaire enhancer that mommy found on zales.com... it's not the exact one that she tried on (her was much prettier!), but it gives you sort of an idea of what she's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/KayleeBandChoice4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/KayleeBandChoice4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay now keep in mind that this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the exact ring she tried on at zales. the one she tried on was princess cut diamonds and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white gold&lt;/span&gt;. she said it was very pretty and really made her ring look nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;okay, i think that's all mommy's making me post for now. she's been glued to zales.com (the only jeweler she will get anything from!) for the past 3 days, so i'm sure that we'll have some more choices sometime soon. that's great, mom... just great.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19524554-113426396922425984?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113426396922425984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113426396922425984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113426396922425984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113426396922425984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommys-ring-daddys-wedding-band-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113426191248053059</id><published>2005-12-10T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:45:12.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>typical day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy cleaned for about an hour and i layed on the couch and listened to christmas music. i'm starting to get used to this whole sweeper thing and it doesn't get me quite as hyped up as it used to... what a relief to mommy, i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is mommy and daddy's anniversary! mommy says that they probably won't do anything special... they have to save all their money for the bills (and to buy stuff for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, of course)... i'm going to try and be on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; behaviour so their day can be nice and special. mommy said she was going to try and talk gramma into buying them dinner at the olive garden... mmm... mommy says it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good eatin'&lt;/span&gt;. i hope they bring some home for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news... after mommy finishes school, she has to return this computer. i was a little upset about it until mommy said that gramma is going to buy her a new one! mommy wants another iMac but gramma says it will probably be a dell.... mommy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; dell computers, but hey, it's free! no more free internet though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy left for about an hour tonight and when she came back, she smelled like baxter! i was mad at her because she went and saw him without me!! mommy said he was in a bad mood anyway (go figure), and i wouldn't have had a very good time with him. oh well... i love that little guy. i can't wait to spend christmas with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of christmas... i think i'm going to go back to listening to my christmas music and laying around. it seems like the best thing to do on a boring night like tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, by the way... this message is more for my aunt kenzie than anyone. mommy said that thaddius and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kayla&lt;/span&gt; (eww) had their baby. it's a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113426191248053059?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113426191248053059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113426191248053059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113426191248053059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113426191248053059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/typical-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113419171281196660</id><published>2005-12-09T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:20:26.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one is paying attention to me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;what has this world come to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/1600/EmmiPoutingTurtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/EmmiPoutingTurtle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, pouting with my turtle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy has been working real hard on her schoolwork. she got a lot done today and actually finished one of her classes! just 3 left now! after she's done with all this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treca&lt;/span&gt; stuff, she's going to switch to a different school to do her english classes. she says treca just isn't the way to go with english... the teachers there are meanies and doubt her writing skills! i guess they treat her like she's stupid and mommy doesn't handle things like that very well... she's been holding a grudge against her english teacher mr. joos (mommy calls him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil jew&lt;/span&gt;) for almost 2 years and hasn't done any work in the class. oh well. mommy says that doing bookwork for her english classes will be easier anyway, and she won't have to deal with people to get it done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning when daddy took me outside there was snow on the ground still! i figured that it would be all gone by now but mommy says it's not warm enough outside for it to melt. she didn't sound very happy about it, but i sure am! last night i had the time of my life out there! i was running around and chasing snowballs that daddy was throwing around. it was so fun! mommy got upset though because when i came in the house i got muddy snow all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mommy says she wants the computer back to do some more schoolwork... she seems really dedicated and i say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go mommy&lt;/span&gt;! she seems really excited about finishing school and i hope it works out for her okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go bother daddy for now... he's a pretty easy target. my turtle is sitting right next to him so that gives me an excuse to jump on him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, don't mind me, daddy... i'm just trying to get to my turtle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19524554-113419171281196660?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113419171281196660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113419171281196660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113419171281196660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113419171281196660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-one-is-paying-attention-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113408730185894809</id><published>2005-12-08T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:15:01.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy is the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt; to play with me... and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. she left at 7 this morning for a doctors' appointment and when she came back she went on a 3 hour cleaning spree. that's mommy, i guess... i try to make her mad by getting the floor all messy again... heh heh heh... but it comes back in my face because that just makes her clean more... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; time we spent together today was when we watched days of our lives. we do that everyday though so i guess it was nothing special. after days was over, mommy got on the computer for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six hours&lt;/span&gt;! she says she's working on her schoolwork. i guess she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; close to being done with everything and will finally get her diploma (hopefully) sometime within the next 4 months!! she says that once she gets it, she won't feel like such a loser anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay mom. whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days of our lives is coming on again on soapnet. mommy says that we're going to sit down and watch it again and wait for daddy to get home... we are a little worried about him because of this bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps later tonight i will post a few pictures. mommy took some cute ones today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113408730185894809?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113408730185894809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113408730185894809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113408730185894809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113408730185894809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommy-is-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19524554.post-113401705988363372</id><published>2005-12-07T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:44:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was a rough one... mommy and daddy had a few friends over and they were so loud... i couldn't sleep. mommy was acting a little strange and couldn't walk right; i'm not exactly sure what was wrong with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy got into a bad mood shortly after everyone got here... she told &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; as soon as they walked in the door, to take off their shoes... one of daddy's stupid friends didn't listen to her and mommy and i sat there and watched him track mud all through the kitchen and the living room. mommy had tears in her eyes she was so mad! she kept on giving daddy "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the look&lt;/span&gt;" but daddy wouldn't tell him to take his shoes off. mommy was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later while mommy was in the bathroom one of daddy's friends kept pouring beer all over my face. a lot of it went down my throat and i was choking. mommy ran out and told him to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STOP IT&lt;/span&gt; but he wouldn't listen to her. she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; house, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dog&lt;/span&gt;, and you're getting beer all over both of them and YOU DON'T DO THAT&lt;/span&gt;!! he still didn't really care... mommy kept giving daddy "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the look&lt;/span&gt;" and daddy wouldn't say anything to him. mommy was on the couch holding me like a baby and crying because she was so upset and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid guy &lt;/span&gt;kept coming over and putting beer all over me AND mommy. she took daddy into another room and told him to tell the guy to stop it, or mommy will kick "his stupid hick-ass out"... daddy still never said anything. boy, was mommy mad. i wasn't feeling very well because he made me drink a whole bunch of that nasty stuff. i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, the guy fell asleep on the living room floor and mommy decided that she could finally have a good time. she was still a little worried about me, though. she and her friend jessi drank a whole bunch of their funny tasting stuff and after awhile, they were dancing around the living room and being really loud. i was trying to dance with mommy but she told me to move or she would step on me. stupid mommy. she must not have very good coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mommy's saying that it's time for me to get off the computer now. she wants to get on &lt;a href="http://www.bravenet.com/"&gt;bravenet&lt;/a&gt; and look at some site templates. she said we won't have this one for very much longer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19524554-113401705988363372?l=missemmilou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/feeds/113401705988363372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19524554&amp;postID=113401705988363372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113401705988363372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19524554/posts/default/113401705988363372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missemmilou.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-night-was-rough-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Emmi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09213219918214632644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2838/1934/200/emmilouprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
