<?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-5533338155090940287</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:04:13.474-07:00</updated><category term='Life (or the lack of)'/><category term='Cute Little Nephews'/><category term='1st period in school'/><title type='text'>Blog of A Highschool Teenager</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-1659003746639475036</id><published>2010-05-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:48:50.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Busy</title><content type='html'>I have exactly 12 minutes to write something on my blog. There is Young Womens tonight, and I have no idea what our group is doing there. I am home from Florida (which was fun, by the way), and I am home at last. Currently, I am looking at Funny Quotes on my computer because i got really, really, REALLY bored. I have a ton of stuff I should be doing, but of course, I avoid work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great to be home, and not be living out of a suitcase. I'm listening to my favorite soundtrack and music, while charging my laptop, while studying for math, while getting ready to go. And mom says I can't multitask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'd better get off. It's about time to go, and I do have to finish getting ready. I hope to see you all soon, just thought I should update my blog a little bit. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-1659003746639475036?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/1659003746639475036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=1659003746639475036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1659003746639475036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1659003746639475036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-busy.html' title='Un-Busy'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-4567944758239600661</id><published>2010-03-30T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:30:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vacation"</title><content type='html'>I have decided that teachers at schools have a warped impression of what the meaning of "vacation" is. Their definition appears to be one where you stay at home and do a couple projects a day. Of course, this leaves you with hours of work everyday, almost like you're in school. Doesn't vacation mean having a break, or a little bit rest? It certainly doesn't feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done one project every day this week so far. I'm trying to save the last three days for my research paper, so I'm trying to shove all the other projects I have all together. It will be a hectic week, but, afterall, that's what teacher's think that the definition of vacation is. Well, I will just have to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching American Idol with Amy next to me. She has decided that I am very tasty, and she has bitten into my shoulder. Of course, this has scared me greatly, but I have fought the urge to scream. Then, she started annoying me, and I am going to go to the other couch. Like always, one way or another, she has taken over the couch I had rightfully claimed. Of course, she doesn't want me to go, but I no longer have a choice. I love her, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a minor update, just telling about my boring life. I wish everyone safety. I love you all! See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-4567944758239600661?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/4567944758239600661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=4567944758239600661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/4567944758239600661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/4567944758239600661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation.html' title='&quot;Vacation&quot;'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-9215300057878095703</id><published>2010-03-24T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:44:58.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Write</title><content type='html'>It's been a really, really, REALLY long time since I've written on my blog. I just read the last post I made, the one about Amy and Michael, and I realized exactly how long those two have known each other. Wow, it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm well into the school year, and doing pretty well. First period is a pain, second period is a sigh of relief, third is a nightmare, and fourth is lunch. Most people hate that, but by ten in the morning, I'm STARVING! It's probably because of third period. Anyhow, fifth period scares me, sixth period is boring, abnoxious, and stupid, seventh is interesting, but vaguely abnoxious, eighth is when I take my naps, and ninth is completely pointless. All in all, a very interesting schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I helped Amy make cookies that looked like clown fish. We even added red balls of fruit roll-up as noses! It was adorable and everything. Then, Amy worked on another project, and I read a little bit. Which reminds me, I have a lot of reading to do. I have to finish my library books by next week, and I borrowed this other book from a sister in our ward that I should return pretty soon. Also, I have to catch up on my scripture reading for Seminary. Next week will be pretty full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is spring break (Finally!), and it's about time there was a break from school. I'm dead beat, even with the one day of school I missed (if anything, that's made it way worse). I had about five tests in one day, the day I missed, plus a research paper I was supposed to write the introduction for. Of course, I had six tests to take today to make up for it, plus the introduction to write. I took a test in 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 7th, and 8th period, plus wrote my intro in 9th. I hate it when I miss school. I don't know how I'm going to be able to survive the week-long band trip, especially when my research paper is due the week after. Bah, I'll deal with that when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this week to be OVER. It feels like today's friday, but then I think about how it's really wednesday, and I groan inwardly. The only good thing about wednesday's is American Idol at 9. Of course, I shouldn't stay up that late (especially if I have to take a shower...), but I can't miss the results! It's the most important event of the week! (Just kidding, American Idol isn't everything in my life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is supposedly keeping me away from a large pack of twizzlers next to her, but I could just reach over and steal one, and she wouldn't stop me. I told her to keep them away from me so I wouldn't eat them, but I don't think she's really intent on it, and they look REALLY good... I'm gonna try and take one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! Was I right, or was I right? I just reached over, and mom made no move, she didn't even try to stop me! And that is why, at this very moment, I am chewing on a delectable, twisty string of twizzler. Yum! But now, I'm gonna get a stomach ache, and then I won't be able to sleep, and then I'll feel really sick when I wake up, and I'll hate twizzlers for the rest of my life, and I can't bear that! But, as someone wise once said, "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish my luck and love to all, and hope to see you soon. I would like to meet Samuel soon, thank you very much (which means, I need a vacation, and I need to go to Utah, and I need to see my nephews and nieces! :) . It was great writing on this blog again. Thanks a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-9215300057878095703?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/9215300057878095703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=9215300057878095703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/9215300057878095703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/9215300057878095703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long Time, No Write'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-1960700892449780526</id><published>2009-08-31T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:20:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Begins Soon</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the living room, watching Mike and Amy attempt to put her dresser together. It's quite amusing, because Mike keeps messing up, and Amy's yelling, "No Michael! Stop it! No!" It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School begins very soon, just one more week of freedom. I have to learn the math, because I'm gonna have a test in the first couple of classes. Mom's complaining about how my room will never be clean, and what am I gonna do when I go to live on my own? Just the same old stuff. I'm in highschool now! Yay to getting lost in the halls of NBTHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and can't WAIT to see you for Christmas. I'm SOOO excited to finally see little Samuel and the rest of the family. I miss you all sooo much. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-1960700892449780526?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/1960700892449780526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=1960700892449780526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1960700892449780526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1960700892449780526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-begins-soon.html' title='School Begins Soon'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-2197310251962416653</id><published>2009-08-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:26:55.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School, School, And (Guess What?) More School</title><content type='html'>Before school ends, I am to clean my room, finish making a bag, finish all my summer work, and make sure I sleep. Of those things to do, the sleeping is definitely the one I'm looking forward to. I'm very tired, and it is very late, so I'm gonna go to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, because this is the time of the summer when my life is always busy. I've got marching band season going on, and I'm loving it already. I just hope I can catch up since I'm missing Band Camp. I've decided to go to Young Womens Camp instead. Next year, I won't be taking band class during school, but I might still do Marching Band. I just love it a ton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school, but at the same time I want it to disapear. It's just so much time that I don't want to use up. I won't be able to have a social life at all. What to do? I just want to get all the hard, busy stuff out of the way the first couple of years, then have free periods that I can fill with stuff I want to do, like writing and the different sciences. I wonder if there is a mythology class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wish everyone love and happiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-2197310251962416653?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/2197310251962416653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=2197310251962416653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2197310251962416653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2197310251962416653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-school-and-guess-what-more.html' title='School, School, And (Guess What?) More School'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-796859987519051190</id><published>2009-07-31T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:36:27.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, our family is going on vacation at last. Amy already had her breath of vacation when she went to Utah for EFY, but I've been stuck at home all summer. It's been extremely boring. At last we are going somewhere exciting as a family! Marching Band Season has begun too, so it's going to be soooo fun! Finally my time will be taken up doing something worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Pennsylvania tommorow, to random museums everywhere. We're going to a railroad train one, a clock one, and others. We're going to visit Grandpa, too, if he's well enough. I'm sure it's going to be fun. I wonder if I can bring my laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to everyone everywhere! Give a big kiss to all my nephews and niece! Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-796859987519051190?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/796859987519051190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=796859987519051190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/796859987519051190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/796859987519051190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-8424966217846054731</id><published>2009-07-10T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:14:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I know it's July and Summer's half over, but I just remembered the last time I wrote on my blog. The school year went so quickly, over in a split second. I had my graduation on the last day of school, but it didn't feel like it was summer. Maybe it was because it was chilly and wet. We had the ceremony inside because it was raining. At least I didn't trip going up the steps or down the slope. The slope was so long, it took forever to walk down. I was in the back rows when sitting down, and the slope had looked so small from there. I saw one of my highschool friends there. At the end of the ceremony, as we were all walking out the big double doors, I looked back at her. She waved, and I waved back. THEN I tripped. At least no one saw me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to do my Math Summer Assignment. It's due by the end of July, and I don't understand half of it. It's really hard, and all the stuff I've always hated. I don't want to do it. I also have to read 1984, the most boring book EVER! It goes on forever, especially about Winston's (Weston? Whatever the main characters name was) job at the Ministry of Truth. So stupid and annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! Can't wait to see my nephews and nieces! Especially Samuel, whom I have not seen yet. I am very unhappy about that point. See you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-8424966217846054731?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/8424966217846054731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=8424966217846054731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8424966217846054731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8424966217846054731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-6348746599834390438</id><published>2009-05-29T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:58:12.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Room Mayhem 3</title><content type='html'>Mr. G has just started using his new catapult! He's flying little balls of paper around with it, trying to hit Nehi. The paper ball doesn't go very far though. But he's a great influence on the band kids! Now, he's letting them take turns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it even better, Mr. English put on Bugs Bunny for everyone to watch. Considering both conditions combined, it's yet another hectic day in the band room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-6348746599834390438?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/6348746599834390438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=6348746599834390438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/6348746599834390438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/6348746599834390438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/05/band-room-mayhem-3.html' title='Band Room Mayhem 3'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-2698640338964656649</id><published>2009-05-20T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:31:37.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st period in school'/><title type='text'>Band Room Mayhem 2</title><content type='html'>The Band Room is so fun! Mr. English yells multiply at lots of little children, this time Neeraj and Kwame. Neeraj wants me to go on to youtube and play our concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. English wants me to help him with something, so I should probably go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;hearts to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-2698640338964656649?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/2698640338964656649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=2698640338964656649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2698640338964656649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2698640338964656649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/05/band-room-mayhem-2.html' title='Band Room Mayhem 2'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-891675886881638647</id><published>2009-05-19T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:48:29.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Room Mayhem</title><content type='html'>Very busy week this week! A couple concerts, and one award ceremony, and marching band stuff, and school, and afterschool programs, and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news! I got a B+ on my Language Arts essay from a teacher who rarely gives A's! Yay! And I got a B on a math test! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to play at the vocal concert. Mrs. Matola, the choir teacher, wants me to play for the little 6th graders. They are so sweet though! One kid even offered to help me carry around the bell set! It was sooooo nice! Band kids are so different than that though. They aren't so nice, but maybe thats because everyone knows me because I'm in band. Whatever, they're kinda cute and short too. But my nephews and nieces go far beyond either of them!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go. Mr. English wants me to leave. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-891675886881638647?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/891675886881638647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=891675886881638647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/891675886881638647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/891675886881638647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/05/band-room-mayhem.html' title='Band Room Mayhem'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-2600062016074473320</id><published>2009-01-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:15:26.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Guns and Freeze Rays</title><content type='html'>So, I'm enjoying my holiday. Joseph is running around freezing everyone with his freeze ray so no one can use their extremely powerful tickle guns on him. Oh, it's great to have the advantage.... I'm not ticklish (for the most part)! It's great to see Meredith run around tickling Joseph and Joseph run around freezing Meredith. I love the holidays especially this one. Not only did I get a digital camera, but a laptop too! I am spoiled so bad. I wasn't even expecting either of them! Wow, my parents know me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm at Joe and Tina's here in Utah. It's been fun. They have some really great games for the PS3 and Xbox 360. I like Dark Kingdom and Super Mario Galaxy for the Wii. So, life is great, until I have to go to school. Ugh, even the thought brings me down. I don't want to go home, but then I do, because I have my laptop at home. Complications..... They ruin everythin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got an MP3 player from Adam and Meredith. Yay! More spoiled-brattish for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a Happy New Year and Happy Holidays for one and for all! Enjoy your break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-2600062016074473320?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/2600062016074473320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=2600062016074473320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2600062016074473320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2600062016074473320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2009/01/tickle-guns-and-freeze-rays.html' title='Tickle Guns and Freeze Rays'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-4878294611727110822</id><published>2008-12-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:35:44.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Speaks!</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday, making it a great day, plus Christmas is coming up. I still have a million presents to buy (and create-shh!), so it's been pretty busy in the Rankin household. It's enjoyable, though. What's really great is that I can get my share of the computer now. For some reason, Amy isn't as over protective of it. I like to believe it is the Christmas Spirit that is "haunting" her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Christmas, and only a week of school to live through, thank goodness! It's great to be off for a while. Even this weekend feels good! I have barely any homework, and I'm working on it right now, so it's all good. Also, I just went to The Twelve Days of Christmas for my Math Teacher, Mrs. Yuhas. The twelve days of Christmas is when 13 days before Christmas, we follow along with the song. For instance, on the seventh day of Christmas, or seven swans a swimming, then we make seven origami swans, then give them to someone who you think needs a bit of excitement or something. You have to deliver it on secret every day, though. That is what makes it so fun. It has always been a family tradition to do it every year. So, on the very first day, I was my ultra too exciting self and insisted upon driving around the block after delivering the gift to see Mrs. Yuhas face. The expression of the first day is always the greatest. Well, this year I definitely got a good look, that's for sure. Too good, if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, my mom and I, drove around the block. When, we come around, Mrs. Yuhas and her daughter are on the porch, and as we drive by, I insist upon mom to drive slower, so I can get a good look at her surprised face. So, here we are driving slowly in front of her house, so slow we are almost stopped. I guess that's what caught their eyes, because as we slowed, they looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with our car is that the back seat windows, no one can see in them because of the type of glass, whatever it's called. But, however, the front seat windows aren't like that. So, I was staring at the window, and Mrs. Yuhas looks up, and whoopdedoo, she's staring right at me. I hear mom say, "look away,", but I don't. I can't because I've now made direct eye contact with my teacher. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school, I'm freaked out about what to do, cause I can't go to math or else she's gonna be like, "hey, why were you at my house yesterday?" Well, I didn't need to worry, because she didn't say that. She said something more like this, "...". So, I'm sitting down, and we usually have a great conversation, but there wasn't anything. So, now I know she's suspicious, and she knows that I'm suspicious because neither of us are approaching the other. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, it's even more fun, because now I have no idea whether she really suspects me or not. She could even know it is me, but I don't know, so yeah. It's so fun. I've always enjoyed doing it every year. I remember last year we did it for the coach of the football team, Mr. Selover. He is also a Social Studies teacher, and was Amy's. That's why we did it for him. One day, (it was night thankfully) he sat up waiting for me. I crouched down to put down the gift, and what do you know, the door opens and standing over me is Mr. Selover. Of course, I follow my first instinct and ran. However, I took the present with me. Since he is the coach, he is very athletic (and much more so than I), so of course he ran after me. I screamed. I screamed my head off as I ran. Luckily for me, mom was pretty close by where she parked so I got in. Mr. Selover actually thought it was Amy because of my hair, which is sorta the same color, but my voice wasn't the same, making him puzzled, which is good, because he didn't have any clue again. But, we had to go back that same night to deliver the present again because I had never let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, have a good Christmas everyone! Hearts for all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-4878294611727110822?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/4878294611727110822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=4878294611727110822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/4878294611727110822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/4878294611727110822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-speaks.html' title='Saturday Speaks!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-3771508151209241375</id><published>2008-12-11T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:52:51.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for an Email</title><content type='html'>So, I've been on the internet for who knows how long, waiting for an email that hasn't come. My team in Science has the Rough Draft (a very pretty one, if I may say so myself) due tommorrow, when we realized, Oh my goodness! We don't have an invention name! So what do we have to do? Haritha (one of my team members) is making up the name, and she said she would send it to me, so now I have to wait for who knows how long for an email that hasn't come, plus Amy is getting home soon and has a lab report to do when she gets here, so I have to be done by then. So, Haritha better hurry up and not take forever, because wether you believe it or not, I have a life, which is completely contradictory to one of my other entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just have to do my other homework while I wait. If worst comes to worst I can always call her (thankfully I have her phone number). So, in the end, I think today has been a great day. Awesome. Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all y'all (as my friend would say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-3771508151209241375?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/3771508151209241375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=3771508151209241375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/3771508151209241375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/3771508151209241375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-email.html' title='Waiting for an Email'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-8896291990585850176</id><published>2008-12-08T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:15:47.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEM</title><content type='html'>STEM is really getting annoying right now. It is becoming hard to do what I need to, but I can't stop working or else. This is important. We are doing ExploraVision, which is a contest where you make an invention that can be used 20 years from now. If we win (which is doubtful because of the thousands of competitors), we get 10,000 dollars and prizes per person! Anyhow, I have to go, so bye! Nothing is really happening, like usual, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-8896291990585850176?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/8896291990585850176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=8896291990585850176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8896291990585850176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8896291990585850176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/12/stem.html' title='STEM'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-3712554448128651002</id><published>2008-12-06T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:00:13.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Christmas Were Today...</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday, and it's without marching band. I feel sooo bored now that marching band season is over. What should I do? Here, why don't we play hours of videogames just to get some sort of excitement out of this Saturday? That gets mom mad. At least I was doing something constructive in Marching Band. But now, it's just blah. I'm so bored, I even decided to do my homework early! Which is a first for me, especially when there is my Nintendo DS sitting on my lap. Surprisingly, I have nothing to do. I did a little homework, played a ton of video games, and I just finished my German homework online right now, and I don't even want to play any more videogames because I'm tired of playing! What I would do for a lot of people and a game of Bang! or Killer Bunnies right now, or even the Great Dalmuti or Screwy Lewy. I really want Christmas to hurry up so I can have someone to play with. THAT would make my day. If only it were Christmas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my Christmas list is pretty short. Actually, it has three things on it. Videogames, Gift Cards, and, what do you know, Candy. So, there you go. Buy me a big bag of Swedish Fish and Skittles and I'll be happy all day long. Don't forget a lot of games, with all of my family members (so have fun trying to convince my mom to actually play instead of work;or work while playing, or have some work that will take a million hours to finish before she can play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm pretty happy. Just bored. And kinda tired, but less tired than I was in Band season. That's pretty much the only up. Mom says that because I was in Marching Band, my grades were down in the gutter. The strange thing is, I've noticed they've gone down AFTER marching band season was over. Huh, will you look at that? I wonder why. Oh, I know! I'm so BORED! Some might say, "How does that happen? Wouldn't it be better?" Wrong! Before, I was always in the working habit. I worked longer, harder, and more efficiently. Now that I'm bored, I just want to get it over with! I don't care as much. Because of my "lack of good grades during the Marching Band season", my mom and dad are probably going to restrict me (yes, a very harsh word) from joining Marching Band. What they don't get is the up side of my situation and being in Marching Band. I'm so much happier there in the Band room. It's like a second home, which I can't go to because I'm not in Highschool! It's crazy, I know. So, if I don't join Marching Band, then I will be very mad at my parents, as will Megan and Abby be mad at me, because I would never be there. It's crazy, I know. A whole mess, and a whole year of dreading to wait for it. Grrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, happy news time! So, today I have nothing to do, so I'm going to spend some quality time on my room! Let's see what mom'll think of that! Now, she can't complain about my lack of constructiveness! Yeah! Bing bing bing! Solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have tons of time for more video games! I've just decided that there is another video game I haven't played today! Yay! So I better go! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-3712554448128651002?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/3712554448128651002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=3712554448128651002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/3712554448128651002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/3712554448128651002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-christmas-were-today.html' title='If Christmas Were Today...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-3103894887594700329</id><published>2008-12-03T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:00:30.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home At Last... With A Computer!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Jeffery, our computer has now been fixed! Yay! I can go on the internet...at home! At least for now, but that's all I need to know. It's actually faster than before, which isn't saying much, but you can definitely see the improvement. It's great to be able to have fun on the internet, especially since I am on it and Amy isn't! She's busy right now, so I have the computer for the first time in who know's when!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad news is that cute little baby Nathan and his family are all gone! They disapeared while I was at school, so I didn't even get to say goodbye. I love them all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and McKenzie were so cute though! Next to each other they looked like they were a giant and elf, Nathan being the giant. It's so cute just to see them lying next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I have to go. It's time for Young Womens. We are meeting early because we are going ice skating. Yay! I've never been ice skating before, but I kinda don't wanna go because I'm kinda tired of leaving home. I know, what a homebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all! I'll see you in a few weeks, most of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-3103894887594700329?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/3103894887594700329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=3103894887594700329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/3103894887594700329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/3103894887594700329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-at-last-with-computer_03.html' title='Home At Last... With A Computer!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-5908867412934847721</id><published>2008-12-03T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:53:01.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home At Last... With A Computer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-5908867412934847721?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/5908867412934847721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=5908867412934847721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/5908867412934847721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/5908867412934847721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-at-last-with-computer.html' title='Home At Last... With A Computer!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-8994957241799858179</id><published>2008-11-21T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:16:31.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby McKenzie and my predicament</title><content type='html'>Baby McKenzie came at last!! She is so adorable. The problem is that....(don don don)... I have a cold! I can't even hold her. But she is sooooo tempting! She doesn't cry, only makes the cutest gurgling sound when she wants something. The only time I heard her cry was when she was tired and hungry and wanted Mama (oh, how sweet!). I love her so much already! Which reminds me, I really need to get done, so I can go home and watch her play (while playing a game with Adam and Meredith-hopefully). So, although this is quick, just wanted to tell everyone hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-8994957241799858179?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/8994957241799858179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=8994957241799858179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8994957241799858179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8994957241799858179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-mckenzie-and-my-predicament.html' title='Baby McKenzie and my predicament'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-6050289495004393895</id><published>2008-11-15T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:32:08.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sorry, but before I forget, I want to wish Michelle a happy Birthday! Enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-6050289495004393895?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/6050289495004393895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=6050289495004393895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/6050289495004393895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/6050289495004393895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-2233270594016965599</id><published>2008-11-15T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:24:06.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping on Saturday</title><content type='html'>I have officially decided I love shirts. Especially long ones. Especially single color ones. Especially ones from Koles (or however you spell it ). I was out shopping for like 3 hours today. It wasn't my idea. It actually began with my mom. She wanted to go to Toys R Us (if you're smart enough, you'll figure out why) and we ended up going to Toys R Us (obviously), Circuit City, Koles, and Sams Club. What a day! Actually, the most time was spent at Koles where my sister decided to try on every piece of clothing they had (I can't complain though, I did part of it (: ). Well, my mom took the clothes and told us we couldn't wear them until Christmas. Apparently, she wants to wrap them up and call them presents even though we bought them. How odd is that? Let's just go buy things and then have them as gifts to ourselves. That would make a great Christmas for the kids. Forget Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yeah. Amy is making fun of me. I stuck my tongue out at her. But get this, I did it ONLINE!!! I stuck out my tongue at her through a smiley face! Heehee! The great taste of awesome sisterlyness. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Good old computer talks with Amy. *sigh*. What would I do without them? Anyhow, here I am, on a computer, doing nothing. Wait, wait! I do have something interesting to talk about! My new little niece (not very new now, but she'll do just fine) is coming!!!!!! I am so happy! I think this is like, the only time I'm actually cleaning my room for good!! Yeah!! I just can't wait until I see my darling!! Kenzie!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and let's not forget my other nephew who is coming next (along with my favorite games...right?)....announcing, Nathan! I've seen every picture, and he looks like the most smiley baby! Either that, or the photographer is really good! Or both, which is very possible!!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my other nephew and nephew to be, just a little reminder- I &lt;3 you!!!!!&lt;3! I will see you soon, I'm sure. Either I'm going to Utah, or you're going to New Jersey, because I can't stand to not see you for too long! I &lt;3 you all, parents, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, and everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-2233270594016965599?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/2233270594016965599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=2233270594016965599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2233270594016965599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/2233270594016965599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-on-saturday.html' title='Shopping on Saturday'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-391909414673876211</id><published>2008-11-07T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:39:56.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching Band and Homework</title><content type='html'>I really have to go. I have 5 minutes left to do this, so I'll hurry. I'm at the library (still going because of our internet) and I just finished a project- finally! I don't understand how teachers believe we can do so much work in one weekend. Two projects, plus a ton of homework. I've worked 3 hours and have tons more to do, plus a football game today and a championships in Marching Band tommorow. What am I to do?! Really, are they going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really have to go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-391909414673876211?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/391909414673876211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=391909414673876211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/391909414673876211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/391909414673876211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/11/marching-band-and-homework.html' title='Marching Band and Homework'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-8457848099501682359</id><published>2008-10-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:25:57.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Long Time, No Talk To!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing at the library, still, since our stupid computer still isn't working. I'm writing only because something finally happened to me at last! My new niece was born three days ago. Yay!!! McKenzie (a little unsure how to spell it) is the cutest thing ever! I've only seen pictures, but she is so cute! She even had a little bow in her fluff of hair!!! I can't wait to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my nephew Nathan! He too is sooooo cute!!! I can't wait to meet him. I hope that they will stay a long time when they visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Joe is so much older! I can't wait to see him. It's been so long since I saw him last. He seems like such a charmer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you guys have to come visit so I can see my family again. I'm soooo anxious, I can't wait to see my little guys! Just think, they're almost as old as I am!! Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. I just got out of school, but I have to hurry because I have a game I have to play at tonight for Marching Band. It's home, so at least we don't have to go anywhere. It's from like 5:30 to 10:00, so it should be enjoyable. I can't wait! And we don't have a competition tommorow! I'm so excited!!!! Another day off!!! But I do have a huge project due Wednesday that I still have barely even started. Lots of hours of work.... great. Well, best get to it! The sooner, the better. A 1,000 word essay, here I come! Plus a model of my item (which I create), plus a picture of me using it, plus everything else I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell everyone I love them! I do, I do, I do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-8457848099501682359?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/8457848099501682359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=8457848099501682359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8457848099501682359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/8457848099501682359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-395895073269308330</id><published>2008-08-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:25:07.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Back at the Library. Girls Camp is over, and I'm home at LAST!!! I got pretty homesick. I mean, really, can't they get some electronics or something? Gosh!!!J.k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyhow, life has been... consistent... consistently boring anyway. It's... extremely uninteresting. I have nothing to write about, so I'll just give up right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! I do have something. I did win a prize at the library (where I am at now, getting ready to get it). The last week of summer (therefore the last prize handed out). I had given up all hope of getting any prize, but last year i got 2 movie tickets to Regals. Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, that's pretty much it. I'm still learning to use this thing, but I'm getting better! I still don't know how to post pics, so yeah... this is the most recent post of My Life (or the Lack of)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-395895073269308330?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/395895073269308330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=395895073269308330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/395895073269308330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/395895073269308330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-1529800972719634295</id><published>2008-08-15T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:38:37.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life (or the lack of)'/><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>Wow! Sorry, but I just realized something; it has been exactly a month since my last post! Woah! and something else; in all that time, I have exactly nothing to write about! Wow!!! I have no life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone has any extra lives, can I have it? Thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-1529800972719634295?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/1529800972719634295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=1529800972719634295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1529800972719634295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1529800972719634295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/08/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-1114799577392198904</id><published>2008-08-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:35:44.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Little Nephews'/><title type='text'>At the Library</title><content type='html'>Hey! Been a while, I know, but since I now have to go to the library to go on the computer, I also have less time to write. Well, here I am, another boring day after another. Sometimes school is needed; it gives me something to write about at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the dollar store, buying secret sister gifts for camp. Amy told me to get a scripture for each day, so I looked up the theme (which is really easy) and found TONS of scriptures, so I went through each one, trying to find the best ones. It's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings really happened yet, but i need to get home so I can work on my Summer Assignments. Another hour of wonderful reading!!!! *sigh*. It's going to be tough, but I'm not very worried. Mom and Dad are more worried than me (of course). Soon I will probably have to go. Ali and Amy aren't done yet, so I have time. I only have 28 minutes left in my time session, though. 28 minutes to blog about my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to write about, so I will be done pretty soon. But there's one thing to talk about; my two little nephews!!!!! I really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to see them right now. I've just finished reading Michelle and Tina's blogs, and looked at the pictures and stuff, and they are just so ADORABLE!!!! They are so undescribably (if that is a word) cute, it's so loveable! I can just imagine Baby Joe playing with his brother, in his cute little voice, with his little eyes darting around!!! *sigh*, what a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cute little Nathan!!!!! I can imagine a little baby all cuddled up into his blanket. In his pictures he looks so small compared to everything. I just love the pictures of him sleeping, especially the one where he is holding Michelle's finger! It is so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to go though. Only 15 minutes left now, and Alison IMed me on Gmail telling me to go soon. So I better go. Here is the end of todays boring blog where I ramble about absolutely nothing!!! Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533338155090940287-1114799577392198904?l=christinarankin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/feeds/1114799577392198904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533338155090940287&amp;postID=1114799577392198904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1114799577392198904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533338155090940287/posts/default/1114799577392198904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarankin.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-library.html' title='At the Library'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07684667580559889028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533338155090940287.post-4535329168809983075</id><published>2008-07-15T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:58:02.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.....The Boring Day Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today is really boring.... Everyone's gone, which is kinda fun. Ali's coming home today, and I've got tons of Math Summer Homework to do. Mom will probably yell at me, asking me why I haven't worked on it. That's ok, I'll work on it later. Well, I think I hear the door. 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