<?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-5678263763643607170</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:47:38.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Channe Tells It All</title><subtitle type='html'>Anne, Annie, Channe, Anners, call me what you want. Im a middle age, highschool dropout with stretch marks and a fat ass. Not really but it almost happened. My birth name is Anne but I like to go by Night Hawk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-5867370603264461930</id><published>2009-11-17T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:04:21.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meagan, Peagan, oh hell its PEG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNr4aZJG_I/AAAAAAAAACw/NJ7ptlZ_9hQ/s1600/meg+jizz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNr4aZJG_I/AAAAAAAAACw/NJ7ptlZ_9hQ/s320/meg+jizz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Peg (Meagan D.)- a creature made from Big Wil and Liz D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Peg was born on September 23, 1988. She was born in the Napa Valley but moved to OR in her youth. She is 5'7 and has freakishly long legs, arms, and torso, but she totally looks proportional. Peg is an interesting human. You may be asking yourself, why are you telling me about Peg? Well, Peg is a very important creature on this earth. She was sent here, from Jesus, to accomplish certain tasks. Now, these tasks are not your normal everyday tasks. These tasks are weird and unusual; and if these tasks weren't weird and unusual, I would have nothing to write right now. (For your own amusement, you can count the number of times I just wrote the word tasks, annoying right?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are some examples of "tasks" that Peg has accomplished:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Move to Oregon in her youth and start corrupting people at a young age.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Moved to St. Helena and began a new life of corruption.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Found the weirdest kids at SHHS to be best friends with and teach them her unusual ways.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unusual/Out of the Ordinary/Necessary characteristics for life with Peg:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Weird noises that come from Peg's mouth.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. One eye completely open while the other is shut.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Can break it down wherever, whenever.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Calls potato wedges Jo-jo's.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Thinks cat's named cedar are evil (when she really loves him)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. Loves crunch wrap supremes with shredded cheese.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Can always go for a D.C.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. Is 'greeeeaaaat'&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Enjoys college trippin' with Kerri H.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. Loves Mean Girls.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;11. Met her twin in college (erin).&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12. Will wear cowboy boots on command.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13. Doesn't take crap from anyone, even if it means hitting them in their private parts.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. Always down for revenge- smearing dog food on cars.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Can do a mean(as in badass) prank call.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16. Loves Jesus so she went to a religious college.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. Is friends with Sac, Quil, Dani, and Annie.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18. A total ranch girl when no one's looking.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;19. Likes to take risks in the stock market.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Can eat like a man, but never gain a pound.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;21. Has curls.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22. Will convince you that driving to the Oregon border to see a football game and sleeping in the car and driving back home is a good idea.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23. Peg, Annie, and a bottle of tequila can really go a long way.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;24. Loves to rock out to girls jams.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;25. Comes up with evil ideas and sneaky plans.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;26. Got her ass kicked by her little sister.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;27. Wants to sacrifice Quil one day with the help of Annie.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;28. Can do a freaky, gangely run on cue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;29. Always down for a new adventure.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30. Does a great S.James impression.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;31. Word usage: bro, holla, sista, DC, hoodrat, tit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;32. Doesn't know it yet, but loves Tim Lincecum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Peg is creature that everyone should meet. She is filled with laughing gas, tickle me elmos, and a whole mess of things; but overall, she is filled with wisdom.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Whatevers jew do, do not, give her the change."&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNsMFcRv6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/90sgiey3Y3s/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNsMFcRv6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/90sgiey3Y3s/s320/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNshTdnuMI/AAAAAAAAADA/_FJxQmeV5TY/s1600/thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNshTdnuMI/AAAAAAAAADA/_FJxQmeV5TY/s320/thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-5867370603264461930?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5867370603264461930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/meagan-peagan-oh-hell-its-peg.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/5867370603264461930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/5867370603264461930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/meagan-peagan-oh-hell-its-peg.html' title='Meagan, Peagan, oh hell its PEG!'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SwNr4aZJG_I/AAAAAAAAACw/NJ7ptlZ_9hQ/s72-c/meg+jizz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-712862118341399597</id><published>2009-11-11T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:26:02.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallowfeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/Svu-VDOdLpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j9CTfDGa71U/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403121446813511314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/Svu-VDOdLpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j9CTfDGa71U/s320/halloween.jpg" style="float: left; height: 301px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Halloween came. It was great. Danielle and I decided to give our friends a lil treat, and throw a kick ass party. We knew this task that we were about to take on wouldn't be easy. So we put our brill. minds together and put ideas into the snap cup (thanks Ele Woods). We finally figured out what we would do for the party. It would of course be a halloween party! Everyone could wear costumes and we could have beer everywhere and baby hands hanging from the ceiling. It would for sure be a hit. Until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anne turned into Gilly. Thats where it all began. We knew were about to get out of control when she put that fro, jumper and tall socks, that the night was going to be a wild and crazy ride. Hold on to your panty hose (pantimedias) kids because your in for a rough ride.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SvvAEWoqhsI/AAAAAAAAACY/mEDLRTfJzKo/s1600-h/gilly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403123358989190850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SvvAEWoqhsI/AAAAAAAAACY/mEDLRTfJzKo/s320/gilly.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SvvCVYWd96I/AAAAAAAAACg/ideMQf3SCeU/s1600-h/100_0605.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403125850530772898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SvvCVYWd96I/AAAAAAAAACg/ideMQf3SCeU/s320/100_0605.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here is Gilly. She is a crazy human. There is no telling what this human creature will do. This is where most of the madness begun. I'm scared. Next comes Tina! Now before I show Tina here is a quick bio. Tina Lincecum is the sister of Tim Lincecum, the hottest slash most amazing pitcher for the San Francisco Giants. Now Tina is a great girl. She looks almost identical to Tim and its so cute. She loves baseball, flying kites off of the golden gate bridge, snowboarding in Tahoe, adopting cats named cedar, catching the smell of rainbows in jars, pickling eggs, tickling leaves on a fall afternoon, listening to HSM when the time is right, going to Disneyland, playing with sharks during shark week, watching mean girls, dancing like the mom in mean girls, killing humans and bbqing them up, dancing with wolves, and last but not least, just kickin back with Giants and hitting some balls and slappin each others ass's.  Shes definitley your average american girl. Here is the beauty herself. Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SvvCuTUXkRI/AAAAAAAAACo/hW2zCNXo19w/s1600-h/timmy.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403126278676517138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SvvCuTUXkRI/AAAAAAAAACo/hW2zCNXo19w/s320/timmy.bmp" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You gotta love her just stretching before a big night of partying. Love you tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-712862118341399597?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/712862118341399597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/hallowfeen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/712862118341399597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/712862118341399597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/hallowfeen.html' title='Hallowfeen'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/Svu-VDOdLpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j9CTfDGa71U/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-5523729885689224624</id><published>2009-11-11T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:38:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have been weird since you've been gone.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have totally been MIA (missing in action- I totally just learned this) for a while now. I am sorry to my fans, as in probably 2 viewers which are my cat and roommate, but whatever. Here's what i have been up to lately. I hope your ready for a rough ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin,&lt;br /&gt;Anne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-5523729885689224624?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5523729885689224624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-have-been-weird-since-youve-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/5523729885689224624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/5523729885689224624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-have-been-weird-since-youve-been.html' title='Things have been weird since you&apos;ve been gone.'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-1746767686094705285</id><published>2009-09-08T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:30:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this video or else...</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpkucGr0Jho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-1746767686094705285?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1746767686094705285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/09/watch-this-video-or-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/1746767686094705285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/1746767686094705285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/09/watch-this-video-or-else.html' title='Watch this video or else...'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-6195770267612471349</id><published>2009-07-11T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:12:47.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now a word from Tina the Xmas tree of Musty Vil</title><content type='html'>Some call me a dreamer, some call me a poet.&lt;br /&gt;But most people call me a buttery piece of blog stuck to the bottom of a steve madden shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a moment in time where there was a lamp who shared stories with me. Yes this lamp spoke. You may be asking yourself why I was talking to a lamp; but what I ask myself is, why are you reading this if you don't talk to lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things in my lifetime that I fell I need to accomplish until my next life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Massage tree bark on a redwood in Canada, and sing songs of leather and the color green.&lt;br /&gt;2. Become one with nature by flying through the jungles of madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;3. Running across the Giants field at AT&amp;amp;T park and feeling the "spongey" grass while its game time, and giving Tim Lincecum a hug, and potientally getting escorted out of the park by three hot policia men.&lt;br /&gt;oh and their is a fourth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Becoming Kristin Whigs wing girl on Saturday Night Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla Holla&lt;br /&gt;Root Canals fo life bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-6195770267612471349?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6195770267612471349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-now-word-from-tina-xmas-tree-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/6195770267612471349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/6195770267612471349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-now-word-from-tina-xmas-tree-of.html' title='And now a word from Tina the Xmas tree of Musty Vil'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-2663120857781911483</id><published>2009-07-11T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:52:59.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth has been released.</title><content type='html'>For a moment, freeze time and take a step out of you; and see what your life looks like to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your twenty for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Just a small town girl.&lt;br /&gt;There is still time to live&lt;br /&gt;Only one wish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe better than this.&lt;br /&gt;There is still time for you.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, you can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a child, loosing control.&lt;br /&gt;Makes other smile where ever you go.&lt;br /&gt;Which way will you run,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that you have no control, so just run.&lt;br /&gt;Your empty but stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;Question the hole inside that no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really knows.&lt;br /&gt;Just a heart all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just can't feel like theres a home.&lt;br /&gt;No place at all.&lt;br /&gt;The weight of all your dreams keeps you steady.&lt;br /&gt;The wind can blow dreams away no matter how deep.&lt;br /&gt;You want love? then make it.&lt;br /&gt;You hope to find what you want, but it never comes.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts you sometimes; but only laughter can cover it.&lt;br /&gt;So happy yet not.&lt;br /&gt;everything at your fingertips, but not fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Where to go. No where seems comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun  isn't shining you will always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though the world has past you by.&lt;br /&gt;Its raining more than ever, but no one there to dry you off.&lt;br /&gt;Stick it out until its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;Your time will come, don't end it now,&lt;br /&gt;So stand up on that stage an take your first bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-2663120857781911483?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2663120857781911483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-has-been-released.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/2663120857781911483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/2663120857781911483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-has-been-released.html' title='The truth has been released.'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-7294513071773159616</id><published>2009-06-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:19:07.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocal stylings by m&amp;a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-7294513071773159616?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7294513071773159616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/vocal-stylings-by-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/7294513071773159616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/7294513071773159616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/vocal-stylings-by-m.html' title='Vocal stylings by m&amp;a'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-8763056923736601569</id><published>2009-06-04T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:45:31.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap my ass and call me Channe if these quotes aren't to your liking.</title><content type='html'>'I'm on a boat.'&lt;br /&gt;K my A.&lt;br /&gt;Classy Peg.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers day. I wanna be your new stepfatha, I wanna be yo new stepfatha too.&lt;br /&gt;Da Bears.&lt;br /&gt;Collin. Cologne owww.&lt;br /&gt;Get chyo ass outta here.&lt;br /&gt;Cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Toats Magoats.&lt;br /&gt;Well duzzuh.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee. Sorrry.&lt;br /&gt;FML- I dont say that ever. Sorrrryyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-8763056923736601569?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8763056923736601569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/slap-my-ass-and-call-me-channe-if-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/8763056923736601569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/8763056923736601569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/slap-my-ass-and-call-me-channe-if-these.html' title='Slap my ass and call me Channe if these quotes aren&apos;t to your liking.'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-7613761611832225394</id><published>2009-06-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:29:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time Has NOT hit Saint. Helens...yet</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saint town is the most boring place God has brought me too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone has landed in SHelens yet, so it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;3. Number 2 was a lie, there are plenty of people I am just a - person sometimes&lt;br /&gt;4. Giants will be back in the (da) bay on my Bday weekend. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;5. Although there is nothing to do, the "crew"(We dont have a name yet) has still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;6. S.A.M club has reunited so watch out.&lt;br /&gt;7. I need to clean out my brush because there is hair in it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stay on task&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;10. There are new saying's, so if you need to be educated on the saying's of St. then I recommend you get on your S.&lt;br /&gt;11. Meag-J and A-money are developing Da League aka basketball games on Saturdays at the RLS. Be there or be a circle I mean square.&lt;br /&gt;12. Finally, Cedar is looking orangier than ever and he is ready to kick some assth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-7613761611832225394?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7613761611832225394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time-has-not-hit-saint-helensyet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/7613761611832225394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/7613761611832225394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time-has-not-hit-saint-helensyet.html' title='Summer Time Has NOT hit Saint. Helens...yet'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-7220185119842166616</id><published>2009-03-25T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:24:30.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingo of the Lindas</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Some terms you might need to know when hanging around humans, aka our clan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ch(&lt;/span&gt;ch)- use before any word or name. Ex- Channe tells it all, Chandy, Cherin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Donnee(&lt;/span&gt;Doe-Nee)- this name can be used for only males &amp;amp; for males who are tough and might not like it. Ex- Ty is a Donnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zoneey&lt;/span&gt; (Zo-nee)- this is a lil chant that occurs when times are weird. Ex- Zoneey to the left, Zoneey to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rhondeesha&lt;/span&gt; (ron-dee-sha)- this name is used within freaky humans. Ex- "hey Rhondeesha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chicharonas&lt;/span&gt; (chi-cha-roen-ess)- anything you want it to be. Ex- lets get some chicharones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dione&lt;/span&gt; (De-on)- dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lunchon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(lun-ch-on)&lt;/span&gt;- lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Huevos Rancheros &lt;/span&gt;(hue-vos-ranch-eros)- when you are excited about something, chant this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are very important terms to know and study. Sometimes if you speak with a thick mexican accent, it really helps. Here is a helpful saying that you should really take with you and think about it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Whatevers jew do, do not, give her the change."&lt;br /&gt;                             -Meagan &amp;amp; Anne (2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-7220185119842166616?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7220185119842166616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/03/lingo-of-lindas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/7220185119842166616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/7220185119842166616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/03/lingo-of-lindas.html' title='Lingo of the Lindas'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-2345424772444909851</id><published>2009-03-25T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:08:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past weekend, wow, great times. I'm just remembering them right now in my head and laughing to myself. I am now debating whether or not I should tell everyone; I guess I will because the baby human next to me said I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drove to Fresno&lt;br /&gt;2. Wastey is the word that comes to mind when I hear fresno.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dani did a keg stand... applause. It was sick.&lt;br /&gt;4. Had amazing mexi food and then headed for Pleasnt Hill.&lt;br /&gt;5. I saw I love you, man.&lt;br /&gt;6. Paul Rudd was awesome and his words were even better. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Charin...Karen...Linda... I mean Erin and I PC'd and it was awesome and we messed with peoples brains.&lt;br /&gt;8. Left Karen's house and went to SF for a happy time with Kate, Tom, and Meg!&lt;br /&gt;9. Great times fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;10. No pics to prove the weekend but I swear it happend... well I think. I'm thinking it didnt anymore. Whateves. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, this weekend was an adventurous adventure. I saw Cedar for like 20 mins but it was so worth it. His fur looked effing fab and I think he changed his shampoo from Purrrbel essance to Head and Shoulders for cats. I honestly couldn't think of something catchy. Any whosers, i hope you all enjoy your freaky lives. ps. quilson is gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-2345424772444909851?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2345424772444909851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-past-weekend-wow-great-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/2345424772444909851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/2345424772444909851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-past-weekend-wow-great-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-6734461342316711707</id><published>2009-03-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:00:04.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to humans</title><content type='html'>Channe has been out of town for awhile so the updates have been slow. They will start appearing so you better be up on yo shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-6734461342316711707?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6734461342316711707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-to-humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/6734461342316711707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/6734461342316711707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/03/message-to-humans.html' title='Message to humans'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-2457201749882174919</id><published>2009-02-19T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:55:30.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saint Helens Experience</title><content type='html'>You may be asking your self what the "The Saint Helens Experience" really is. Well, I went home last weekend to St. Helena, not Napa but St. Helena. This was a prime weekend to go home. So many activities were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stopped in SF to enjoy John Lajoie at Cobb Comedy Club. effing great. He is a badass slash the funniest man of my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. Doctors appt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang out with the fam...as in just Robert not kerri&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep in until 12:43 and have some lunchon.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to see "He's just not that into you..." with kate. Annoying ass high school moe's sitting in the front talking and taking pictures. Yes, taking pictures. eff Napa kids.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kate and Anne decide the best thing to do is drive to Santa Rosa, from Napa and go to a party with Flora's sister Chloe. Great idea. Got lost in the cuts of S. Rosa and stopped to use the el bano at a doughnut shop that sold cigs. weird...&lt;br /&gt;7. After leaving the party in S. Rosa, we went to the Mcnamara's house, where we were greeted with 2 signed pictures of the Kristen Mcnamara. So lucky. this was at 2:21 am. Great times.&lt;br /&gt;8. Valentines day. Spent the whole day with Jason and went to villa for lunch. Bomb ass lunch. We went and visited Tony and Marina and Sophia. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Went to Grandmother's house for cocktails and appetizers. Drunk old folks if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Went to Alicias house and made a "mexican feast" it was great.&lt;br /&gt;11. Guiles, Alicia, and Anne get trashed, make some videos, watch some John Lajoie, Watch some jibjabs and Alicia passes out.&lt;br /&gt;12. Anne gets a ride home from her brother at 4:21 am. Doesnt remember the drive.&lt;br /&gt;13. The next day I awake at 1:15 pm. Just in time to see LANCE ARMSTRONG ride through Calistoga. IT was sick as hell. Ps. julie drove up and hung out with us.&lt;br /&gt;14. Julie and anne spent alot of money at sunshine getting food for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;15. Steak for dinner. It rocked. We had a rocken time.&lt;br /&gt;16. Anne goes to bed and drives back to slo the next day.&lt;br /&gt;17. Crazy ass weekend. love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-2457201749882174919?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2457201749882174919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/02/saint-helens-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/2457201749882174919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/2457201749882174919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/02/saint-helens-experience.html' title='The Saint Helens Experience'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-5773479154861660792</id><published>2009-01-28T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:17:50.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats gonna happen this weekend slash things to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresno Freaks are coming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booze it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh with Eric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make fun of Eric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a bomb breakfast for the FF crew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jump on Laura's bed b/c she isn't home this weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chug a beer with Eric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;80's party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance to 80's music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Dani drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booze it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a kick ass superbowl party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booze it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the super bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calm everyone down when the Steelers win&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Desperate housewives if its on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Quilson. Tell him he is a man-giant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call Cedar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weekend is over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-5773479154861660792?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5773479154861660792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-gonna-happen-this-weekend-slash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/5773479154861660792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/5773479154861660792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-gonna-happen-this-weekend-slash.html' title='Whats gonna happen this weekend slash things to do...'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-1874214741530697153</id><published>2009-01-27T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:41:48.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_usUEIaEI/AAAAAAAAABg/SWDXvWJDJOM/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296214131878684738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_usUEIaEI/AAAAAAAAABg/SWDXvWJDJOM/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Zac. Better known as Sac. Everyone loves sac. He is classy slash ghetto. I can't tell which one. This face that is a classic Sac face. He is very unpredictable. Thats why he is the most popular kid in my life. He and quil and bffl. I personally think that they are boyfriends but whatever. Sac is a laugher. Meaning he likes to laugh. Hence getting the award best laugh in high school. Hollar. Cedar did tell me that he likes men but I actually think it might be false. But we will never truly know. Sac lives in colorado and its really far away. California people miss sac alot. He loves the giants and thats why I like him. Well thats not the only reason but you know what I mean. Sac agrees that quilson makes awesome quesi's and that quil loves men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-1874214741530697153?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1874214741530697153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-zac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/1874214741530697153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/1874214741530697153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-zac.html' title='Sac'/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_usUEIaEI/AAAAAAAAABg/SWDXvWJDJOM/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-6778007590748554737</id><published>2009-01-27T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:32:41.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_tq6cQwAI/AAAAAAAAABY/_oJtNY0dWPE/s1600-h/facv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_rwdp6NmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f7HmLdzOjAc/s1600-h/wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_roFC5VaI/AAAAAAAAABI/9Rb8_IVaQG8/s1600-h/quil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210760592610722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_roFC5VaI/AAAAAAAAABI/9Rb8_IVaQG8/s320/quil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is wilson. He is a man-giant. He is physically a man-whore, jk. Wilson, or better known as quilson, is a very unique human. He likes to wear fear factor shirts. Pictured to the left, is Quil and myself and he is infact wearing the FF shirt. Wilson likes to make quesi's and loves men. Now, he wont quite admitt that he likes men but everyone(cedar) thinks he does. Where does this rare breed of Quilson come from? He comes from a hill. A house on a hill but a hill. He is so effing tall that his parents had to keep him away from the media because they kept trying to get shots of him b/c he is a fear-factor-tshirt-wearing-man-loving giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_rSz9GirI/AAAAAAAAABA/uQEBEeRYU-Y/s1600-h/giant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-6778007590748554737?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6778007590748554737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-wilson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/6778007590748554737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/6778007590748554737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-wilson.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX_roFC5VaI/AAAAAAAAABI/9Rb8_IVaQG8/s72-c/quil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-3413522379697040193</id><published>2009-01-26T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:23:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX484z8gMSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_cR_PZdG2F0/s1600-h/100_0124%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295737158548599074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX484z8gMSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_cR_PZdG2F0/s320/100_0124%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dani, Meg-j, Eric, and I went snowboarding a couple of weekends ago and we had a blast! We had a little snowball fight and eric pretty much kicked my ass. Kicking snow in my face while I was down, it was effing great. Overall, the trip rocked and we had hella fun. hollar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678263763643607170-3413522379697040193?l=channetellsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3413522379697040193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/dani-meg-j-eric-and-i-went-snowboarding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/3413522379697040193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678263763643607170/posts/default/3413522379697040193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channetellsitall.blogspot.com/2009/01/dani-meg-j-eric-and-i-went-snowboarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina Tells it all</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00780377569526365230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/ScqMqCLKm_I/AAAAAAAAABw/RJQNgdM4M9Y/S220/and.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EX5fY4E3UvE/SX484z8gMSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_cR_PZdG2F0/s72-c/100_0124%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678263763643607170.post-5164216077872345822</id><published>2009-01-21T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:34:46.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday the day of remembering</title><content type='html'>Today was a super exciting wednesday. I mean it was wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke up with my check book on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited outside of the bathroom while my roommate blow dry her hair.&lt;br /&gt;When she was done, I jumped in the shower, and when I jumped I almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;After the shower, I got dressed in a cheetah jump suit and headed downstairs for cherrios.&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of cherrios rocked.&lt;br /&gt;I then went on to school to learn stuff. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;First class of the day, Spanish. We danced and jumped while our profesora chanted Spanish words.&lt;br /&gt;Next was English. English is the freakiest class. The teacher is a crazy blonde who is funny as hell and tries to talk about anything but english. We got out an hour and half early.&lt;br /&gt;I ate an orange after class. It was delicious and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;I went home for a nap but instead filled out job apps and talked to my friend sac.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I headed back to school for matematicas. First day of math and I made a friend. I have no idea what her name is. We talked for like 30 minutes and I still dont know her name.&lt;br /&gt;After math, Cucgini's with Dani. It rocked. Italian always rocks after math.&lt;br /&gt;Next we scooted on over to Micheals for supplies. We spent about 30 minutes in there and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the dollar store. I love the dollar store. I bought some toliet cleaner and a toliet brush.&lt;br /&gt;Vons was our next stop. We had to get pedialite for your sickly roomie. Baby food for a 21 year old. Great.&lt;br /&gt;We ventured home and watched american idol. 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