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lookin fer a doc...."&lt;br /&gt;[14:29]  Snapper Hollak turns looking at the couple stepping back as was her way now when she saw strangers&lt;br /&gt;[14:29]  Mahilwen Mistwalker raised an eyebrow as she turned around to the ones that just came in, she grinned softly as she overlooked the two, pondering herself why He was wearing killers caste clothes , she then shrugged slightly '' Tal Sir, Lady'' she said and gived them a soft smile '' How can I help You?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:30]  Maggie Firebrand smiles sweetly, letting Guido do the talking for the moment, keeping a step behind him. Her hands thread together behind her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:31]  Pawel Ziplon chuckles "aye... we could use some help, she'd been unwell as of late and ye see, that be a trouble when we travel so much..." says, his face expressing some concern "will ye be available for a visit? we have some paga to pay ye with..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:33]  Marie Grantham slips to her knees near the wall at the entrance, as she catches sight of many free at the front entrance and stays quiet, biting her lip&lt;br /&gt;[14:33]  Mahilwen Mistwalker ponderd a moment about it as she rose up her hand to her chin and cupped it slightly thinking it over '' Well I do not drink paga, but I a sure that the man would love to drink that Sir'' she then turns her attention to the Lady '' What are your symptones?'' as she then sees Marie and gestures her near her&lt;br /&gt;[14:34]  Marie Grantham catches sight of the Mistress beckoning and obeys, trying to keep the bottoms of her camisk flying about as she tiptoes over the earthern floor&lt;br /&gt;[14:35]  Marie Grantham smiles weakly as she keeps her eyes low to the hem of the Mistress's dress while she converses&lt;br /&gt;[14:35]  Reese Paster: Tal everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:36]  Maggie Firebrand takes a step around Guido to take his side, holding her hand over her lower midsection area. "I've been very ill lately, but not all day. Only in the mornings, and since it is not morning, I feel quite well now. However, when I am not well, it is terrible. I can hold nothing down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:36]  Snapper Hollak mumbles a Tal to the Lady that came to what looked to her like an enterance and exit to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;[14:37]  Marie Grantham smiles as the coming of the other Mistress, keeping her eyes low to the ground and staying quiet as she doesn't have permission to greet and nestles quietly on her heels&lt;br /&gt;[14:37]  Pawel Ziplon nods to the incoming girl and tries desperately to hold his face still at Maggie's made up explanation, scratching his nose to cover his face at least a littl&lt;br /&gt;[14:37]  Pawel Ziplon: little*&lt;br /&gt;[14:37]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiles warmly at Marie as she ruffles her hair a little with her fingers, she then looked to snaps '' You use pagahmm?'' as she then rose her hand up to Reese and wiggled her fingers to her while she nodded to Maggie ponderd a moment '' Hmm any swollen parts of Your body Lady? like swollen ankles or fingers maybe?''&lt;br /&gt;[14:38]  Marie Grantham muffles a giggle, enjoying the Mistress's kind touch&lt;br /&gt;[14:38]  Maggie Firebrand thinks on that a moment, nibbling her lower lip. "No, nothing like that though," she peers up at Guido, "you've had a good deal of swelling lately. Could that be related?"&lt;br /&gt;[14:38]  Snapper Hollak looks at Mahi over her veil eyes as big as wagon wheels " Me , " shaking her head " Noooo I drink nothing stronger then water&lt;br /&gt;[14:39]  Snapper Hollak thought for a minute "OHHh but I bet if you traded it to the Paga Traven in Minus he would give you a pretty copper or two for it&lt;br /&gt;[14:40]  Mahilwen Mistwalker chuckles softly as she wnked to snaps '' Maybe we need to change that then hmm?'' as she then slowly caress the hair of Marie again and looked her a momenrt over '' where is Your Master dear?'' as she then looked up to Reese '' I hope You are well lady?'' she grinned slightly at the answer to Maggie '' I think a blood test will be the answer on that Lady and Sir, don't You think?''&lt;br /&gt;[14:40]  Pawel Ziplon chuckles "hmm, aye, but you threw up in the face of that baker yesterday, and your constant headaches drive me crazy..." blinks "so I want ye to see the docter and here we are... so no more complaining and let's get ye examined.." tilts his head at Mahi, as if expecting her to invite them to her offices&lt;br /&gt;[14:41]  Marie Grantham whispers to the Mistress, again enjoying her touch of recognition "Mistress is away today, this girl was told to do her chores or be punished while she is gone, Mistress"&lt;br /&gt;[14:41]  Snapper Hollak shakes her head " humm no nothing but water for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:41]  Daren Blackadder yawns and stretches,,,"tal free"&lt;br /&gt;[14:42]  Snapper Hollak turns swiftly in the direction of the mans voice almost tripping over Mahi " Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:43]  Marie Grantham smiles, seeing the boots of the Tavern keeper come out of his office to great those gathered at the entrance, but keeps her eyes low and her lips still, adjusting her camisk a bit to cover whatever she can with its sparse fabric&lt;br /&gt;[14:43]  Mahilwen Mistwalker chuckles as she looked to Marie '' If You want to do Your chores then go, but if You wanna stay around, for me aswell fine dear'' as she then turned around and sees Daren '' Tal Sir'' she didn't jumped or anything like she was used to getting almost sneaked behind, and grinned and poked Snaps and laughs, and nodded to Guido and Maggy '' Well let's go to my infirmery then hmm?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:44]  Pawel Ziplon passes a quick glance over the man "Tal, and ahoys, good man!" smiles and follows the Green, pulling Maggie's sleeve to follow as well&lt;br /&gt;[14:44]  Marie Grantham giggles "yes Mistress, thank you Mistress" and stays nestled on her knees, keeping quiet until she is called&lt;br /&gt;[14:44]  Maggie Firebrand glances up at Guido and nods agreeably. "Yes, I should hope you can fix this straight away. It is utter misery, being in such a condition." She nods her greeting at Daren, then is yanked sideways.&lt;br /&gt;[14:44]  Daren Blackadder nods,,welcome to traders Isle,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:45]  Snapper Hollak looks around seeing that Mahi had left her behind looks at the man giving him a fast thank you and trails after Mahi as fast as she could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:45]  Daren Blackadder trudges off towards the tavern yawning,,mumbling soemthing about black wine,,&lt;br /&gt;[14:45]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiled softly as she let the two inside of her infirmery 'Welcome to my ifirmery Sir and Lady'' she then walked to the washing counter and slowly she starts to wash her hands '' Tell me more about your symptones Lady?''&lt;br /&gt;[14:47]  Snapper Hollak smiles under her veil " Ha I remembered where it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:49]  Maggie Firebrand steps into the room, looking around with wide eyes. "Well.." she starts slowly, "I think it's mostly just feeling sick, in the mornings, oh!" She puts a finger in the air in sudden revelation, "my teeth also ache."&lt;br /&gt;[14:49]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grinned softly as she hears Snaps coming in '' Yes You did dear'' as she slowly started to scrub her hand with a bar of soap, she then layed her hands into the water and washed it off, taking a clean rep cloth and slowly started to dry them, and tossed the rep cloth aside, and turned around to the three as she looked at the and raised an eyebrow '' Your teeth ache? that is someting new for me''&lt;br /&gt;[14:50]  Pawel Ziplon chuckles and elbows Maggie "and the swelling in the morning, you shoes won't fit, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Maggie Firebrand falls a little sideways from Guido's nudge. "Oh yes, that too. I've given up completely, the wearing of shoes. I just go barefoot now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:52]  Pawel Ziplon raises his finger "see? I have to take care of ye at all times..." says, trying to be serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:53]  Mahilwen Mistwalker chuckles softly as she tried to look under the Ladies dress, wondering if she really was barefoot '' Maybe You need only some vitamins, that will help Your teeth ache, or some honey, that will heal all what is inside of You''&lt;br /&gt;[14:55]  Mahilwen Mistwalker walked a little closer to them and sighed softly, she was used to strangers though she was always carefull for anything that might happen with her, she then pointed to the bed '' If You take a seat please Lady, I can take some blood from You, to do a test on You''&lt;br /&gt;[14:56]  Maggie Firebrand clasps her hands together in front of her, leaning up to look at Guido with adoration on her face. "You do, you take such good care of me.." As she moves her skirts swish, revealing two well-manicured, bare feet. When addressed she rights herself and heads towards the indicated bed, calmly swinging herself up to have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;[14:57]  Pawel Ziplon smiles graciously at the healer and walks over to the other woman "ah, I cannot really watch the bloodletting, makes me feel like fainting, how about you?" says with a gentle smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;[14:58]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiles softly as she turns around and walked slowly to one of the closets, her hands opening a draw as she bends a little forward, taking out a syringe, and a piece of fabric, and then slowly walked to the Lady '' Just roll Up your sleeve for me please?''&lt;br /&gt;[14:58]  Snapper Hollak looks up at the man " Ohh Tal&lt;br /&gt;[14:59]  Maggie Firebrand holds out her arm obligingly, beginning to pull back the loose sleeves of her gown, however, more than just bare skin is revealed, but also a dagger, which she swiftly grips and, with the extended arm, she tries to grab the womans ponytail and hold the knife at her throat. "Do be still and quiet. As my love says, bloodletting makes him dizzy so let's not make it necessary, hm?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:00]  Maggie Firebrand slips a wicked dagger from its sheath, readying it with a sweet, deceptive smile.&lt;br /&gt;[15:00]  Pawel Ziplon chuckles "yes, we don't like bloodletting, and that is why I think it's best if you do exactly what we ask, so that it can be avoided.. rule number one, no screaming, alright?" says in a calm voice, as his blade is drawn and pointed at her&lt;br /&gt;[15:00]  Pawel Ziplon  draws his sword smoothly with a clever grin on his face&lt;br /&gt;[15:00]  Snapper Hollak smiles under her veil knowing he could not see thinking it funny that a man would have a weak stomach at the sight of blood "&lt;br /&gt;[15:00]  Snapper Hollak backs away "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:00]  GM 3.3: Pawel Ziplon Has Captured Snapper Hollak!&lt;br /&gt;[15:02]  Mahilwen Mistwalker swallowed softly as she sees the woman grabbing the dagger, she stayed in silece, as she then looked over to Snapps with worries in her eyes, and then back and nodded to the Lady infront of her, while she felt the hand on her ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[15:02]  Pawel Ziplon sighs "ahh, my heart is broken... why did it have to come to this?" asks rhetorically, while looking at the green and takes out a gag to put in unconscious woman's mouth&lt;br /&gt;[15:02]  Pawel Ziplon quickly proceeds to tie her hand, minding Mag's progress with the green&lt;br /&gt;[15:03]  Pawel Ziplon: quickly takes a piece of cord out, wrapping it around her wrists and fastening with a solid, sailor's knot&lt;br /&gt;[15:03]  Maggie Firebrand slides off the table, careful not to cut the woman. "Thank you for being sensible. Now. Valuables please, including medicines that may be of value. Your friend was not sensible, and you see what happened. Let's not repeat it."&lt;br /&gt;[15:03]  Pawel Ziplon: carries on immobilising the fallen foe, tangling the wrists in a cross-tied knot and ensuring it holds well enough&lt;br /&gt;[15:03]  Pawel Ziplon: uses another piece of his thick cord to merge the wrist and the ankle bonds together, forcing the body to arch back in an uncomfortable manner as it's done and passing his victim a nasty grin&lt;br /&gt;[15:04]  Mahilwen Mistwalker nodded in silence to the woman as she slowly turns around and pointed to the infirmery closet '' There is all You need Lady'' she saod softly almost in whisper to her&lt;br /&gt;[15:05]  Pawel Ziplon whistles to himself as he searches through the woman's robes, not omitting the feminine parts as his hands wander in search of any hidden valuables and jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[15:06]  Maggie Firebrand keeps her eyes on the doctor until Guido can come to take over. Once he nears, she reaches the hand grasping her hair towards him, though gently, as though handing over a leash. "Be a darling and take this so I can search."&lt;br /&gt;[15:07]  Pawel Ziplon chuckles "have a look at the containers... we need recipes and venoms..." smiles "good doctor.. will ye help so that we can leave ye in peace quickly?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:07]  Maggie Firebrand: ((Gahhh sorry!!)&lt;br /&gt;[15:08]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grumbling softy as she feels her hair being grasping her hair and rolled her eyes '' Why would I help You quietly out Sir?'' as she then pointed once more the closet '' There is anything You need Sir and Lady, just take and leave''&lt;br /&gt;[15:08]  Maggie Firebrand moves away, heading for the indicated closet, removing everything that looks like it may be of value. She thumbs through loose papers as well, and if the doctor has any poisons and recipes, she'll take them and secret them away into a pouch on her belt.&lt;br /&gt;[15:08]  Mahilwen Mistwalker: No worries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:09]  Maggie Firebrand slips a wicked dagger from its sheath, readying it with a sweet, deceptive smile.&lt;br /&gt;[15:10]  Pawel Ziplon nods "aye, there be one thing, I may have to restrain ye... just fer the purpose of ensuring yer continued cooperation, alrite?" mutters with truly evil eyes fixed on her&lt;br /&gt;[15:10]  Snapper Hollak starts to come to feeling something in her mouth she tries to reach up and take it out discovering that her hands are immoble she tries to blurt out insults but nothing comes out that one could understand ' Bowytthlalkthiohghngoai,, theithdhie tgtheh s gneikdhtheeknre " all she could see were feet&lt;br /&gt;[15:11]  Mahilwen Mistwalker rolled her eyes slightly with an evil grin on her face to Him '' do what You wish Sir'' she then looked over to the woman that was waking around her infirmery, pondering what she was searching for '' Can't You find the supples dear?'' she said in a bit sarcastic way&lt;br /&gt;[15:11]  Maggie Firebrand swishes past Snapper, showing off her very cute feet indeed, while she searches the other side of the room, again pocketing anything that looks valuable, including any coins she might find. "I think we have what we came for, my dear. Do finish what you're doing so we can be off and trouble these nice ladies no more."&lt;br /&gt;[15:12]  Pawel Ziplon prods her with the tip of his sword and smiles encouragingly "let's not waste a minute then!" smiles and reaches out with the rope "may I... erm... ask fer yer wrists, please?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:13]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grunted softly as she overlooked at Him and slowly she reached out her wrists, and shrugged slightly '' Of course Sir'' she knew she had better to cooperate in this before it could be any worser then is&lt;br /&gt;[15:15]  Pawel Ziplon nods "how impressive! shows yer truly educated and well traveled miss..." compliments her as he ties up her wrists roughly, tightening the binds "please open yer mouth and say "aaaa" now..."&lt;br /&gt;[15:16]  Mahilwen Mistwalker shook her head lightly and sighed softly '' Well I have been through alot Sir, So I know how to act Hmm?'' she then grinned and shutted her mouth and shook no with her head to Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:16]  Pawel Ziplon giggles and puts a gag in her mouth "well, prying these open surely won't make ye feel any better... second chance for Guido, please?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:17]  Maggie Firebrand keeps her eye on the bound captive, making sure she doesn't try anything silly, then glances back at Guido, looking a little impatient. "Come, darling, before someone gets curious."&lt;br /&gt;[15:17]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighed softly as she feels the ga g against her lips and shook once more no, she holded wisely her lip tight together as she looked then to the Lady and nodded in agreement with her&lt;br /&gt;[15:17]  Pawel Ziplon sighs and nods, suddenly smacking the doctor's head with the back of his fist, in hope to render her uncinscious&lt;br /&gt;[15:18]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grumbles as she felt on the ground as she did nort expect to have a smack on her head, You could hear the sound of someone falling on the ground clearly as the wooden planks cracked under body&lt;br /&gt;[15:18]  Pawel Ziplon: "let's go darling, time is money..." chuckles and follows Maggie to the exit&lt;br /&gt;[15:19]  Snapper Hollak blurts out again a volley of uncoherent words " tbymbmemboubemmbmeboubemb&lt;br /&gt;[15:19]  Maggie Firebrand hurries for the door and down the ramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:20]  Mahilwen Mistwalker slowly awakes as she felt the bump on her head, she shook her head lightly as she looked to Snaps '' God damn Pirates!'' she almost wanted to yell out, she then slowly stands up, feeling a little dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:21]  Mahilwen Mistwalker walked to Snapps and grumbled softly as she leaned down with her tied wrists and helped her somehow up '' There Ya go dear, and sorry that I putted You into This mess''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:22]  Snapper Hollak looks at Mahi's feet " Bmbouremboueruienantehghehebdienge bienge&lt;br /&gt;[15:23]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grumbled softly and leaned more down to her her fingers pulling onto her dress '' Work with me Snapps, You gotta stand up''&lt;br /&gt;[15:24]  Snapper Hollak manages to get up on her knees&lt;br /&gt;[15:26]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grinned softly at her as she saw her on her knees and teased her '' Looking for a new profession dear?''&lt;br /&gt;[15:27]  Snapper Hollak looks at Mahi glareing at her friend if she didnt have the gag in her mouth she would problary laugh and punch her arm&lt;br /&gt;[15:28]  Mahilwen Mistwalker chuckles softly to her '' Just teasing You dear, well let me look if I can find some here to help us out alright, stay on your knees'' she chuckles softly to her '' I wil be right back''&lt;br /&gt;[15:29]  Snapper Hollak starts mumbling trying to tell Mahi that she still had her dagger Mumbleing and moving her head " sighs " watching as Mahi leaves out the door&lt;br /&gt;[15:29]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grumbled softly as she yelled out '' Can someone help us here?''&lt;br /&gt;[15:30]  Mahilwen Mistwalker reached out her hands with the rope around her wrists as she looked at Daved '' Darn Pirates!''&lt;br /&gt;[15:30]  Daved Calderwood looks at Mahi and asks "you ok ?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:31]  Daved Calderwood takes out his dagger and slices her binds ....&lt;br /&gt;[15:31]  Daved Calderwood sheathing the dagger he says "aye all the more reason I am not too crazy now about you being here "&lt;br /&gt;[15:31]  Mahilwen Mistwalker rubbed her wrists slightly as she turned back to the door '' PLerase Daved come, Snaps lays in there too, tied up totally, and gaged''&lt;br /&gt;[15:31]  Snapper Hollak starts trying to scream with the gag in her mouth "&lt;br /&gt;[15:32]  Daved Calderwood looks up at Mahi and asks "you brought her here ?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:32]  Mahilwen Mistwalker raised an eyebrow to Him '' Daved You took me here remember, why Youare not crazy about that I am here'' she then looked to Snaps and looked back up and nodded '' Yes, we are still friends Daved'&lt;br /&gt;[15:32]  Snapper Hollak looks up as Mahi and Daved come through the door&lt;br /&gt;[15:33]  Daved Calderwood: "this is a shame ...i will have to end her existence then ..."&lt;br /&gt;[15:33]  Mahilwen Mistwalker her eyes widen '' What? why?''&lt;br /&gt;[15:33]  Snapper Hollak looks up glareing trying to spit the gag out of her mouth&lt;br /&gt;[15:33]  Daved Calderwood shrugs "wel because by now Treve red caste wil be looking for her ..."&lt;br /&gt;[15:34]  Daved Calderwood: "wont do to have those sons of whores here ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:34]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighed softly to Daved 'Well just cut her loose Daved Or I will, she will not say anything at all there, as she is my friend''&lt;br /&gt;[15:34]  Daved Calderwood scratches his chin "I COULD forgo killing her though ...."&lt;br /&gt;[15:35]  Daved Calderwood: "...maybe sel her to panthers maybe ?"&lt;br /&gt;[15:35]  Mahilwen Mistwalker: '' Daved!'' she grumbled at Him '' You would not do that!'' she then leaned down to Snapps and pulled carefully the ga g out of her mouth&lt;br /&gt;[15:35]  Snapper Hollak glares mumbleing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:36]  Daved Calderwood arches an eyebrow "oh yes take the gag out of that blabber mouth so we all can here "&lt;br /&gt;[15:36]  Daved Calderwood: hear *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:36]  Snapper Hollak move's her mouth around from the gag being stuck so long in there looking up at Daved " All right you want to end my life or sell me to the panther's I got something I want to ask first&lt;br /&gt;[15:36]  Daved Calderwood: "Lady i will release on ONE condition "&lt;br /&gt;[15:37]  Daved Calderwood: you on one condition *&lt;br /&gt;[15:37]  Snapper Hollak " whats that&lt;br /&gt;[15:37]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighed softly to Him and shook her head lightly as she looked at Daved, she didn't knew Him like this, He was always nice to her, it was almost He liked to her or even maybe loved her, she grinned of that thought&lt;br /&gt;[15:37]  Daved Calderwood: "I want all tactical data concerning Treve "&lt;br /&gt;[15:38]  Snapper Hollak bust out laughing " humm you want the times of the FW tea parties is that what your telling me&lt;br /&gt;[15:38]  Daved Calderwood: ?me looks up at Lady Mahi "I DONT want her released , you understand ? I want her gagged and stored ."&lt;br /&gt;[15:39]  Daved Calderwood: "If you have to use drugs to incapacitate her so be it "&lt;br /&gt;[15:39]  Mahilwen Mistwalker swallowed softly as she looked at Daved '' Erm.. Daved she is my friend...and You aks me to do that to her?'' she sighed as she looked down to snaps a moment&lt;br /&gt;[15:39]  Snapper Hollak looks up " stored Im not a bag of beans to be placed in a closet&lt;br /&gt;[15:40]  Daved Calderwood frowns at Mahi and says "I MEAN it "&lt;br /&gt;[15:40]  Daved Calderwood looks back at Snapper "I will deal with you later woman "&lt;br /&gt;[15:41]  Snapper Hollak " looks at Mahi " is he going to leave me tied up here like this&lt;br /&gt;[15:41]  Mahilwen Mistwalker swallowed even more and nodded as she knew He was after al a killer she leaned down to snapps '' Erm.. Sorry SNapps, but I won't.. gag You''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:42]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighs softly as she slowly walke infront of snaps and slowly she layed her hands on her shoulder and pushed her against the wall '' Well You can sit normally now I guess'she then grumbled softly at Daved '' Darn killers!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:47]  Snapper Hollak nods to Mahi&lt;br /&gt;[15:47]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighed softly and looked to snapps she shrugged softly and she yelled out '' Some day I am gonna hunt those killers myself!''&lt;br /&gt;[15:48]  Mahilwen Mistwalker then slowly leaned down and took a seat on the ground '' I Guess I am gonna keep You company right? Darn Snaps I can't do a thing here, Daved will kill me''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:51]  Snapper Hollak starts squirmeing around " I know Mahi Im not mad at you but ohh boy I know what they are going to do when they find out about this in Treve&lt;br /&gt;[15:52]  Snapper Hollak " Im going to get whipped&lt;br /&gt;[15:52]  Mahilwen Mistwalker nodded slightly to her '' Yes... I know that snaps, and then I would be in trouble too'' as she raised an eyebrow to her 'whipped why?''&lt;br /&gt;[15:53]  Snapper Hollak feels her bladder growing squimring more " cause I left without an escort " Ohh I got to go tinkle Mahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:54]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiled softly to her '' Just tell them You I asked You with me Snaps, that I brought You in this trouble'' she sighed and her eyes widen '' What? You need to go potty?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:54]  Snapper Hollak nods " yes ,, but they are not going to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;[15:55]  Snapper Hollak squirms " Malcomb is my protector and he is going to be furious at me&lt;br /&gt;[15:55]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighs softly '' Just tell them I will accept the punishment for that'' she swallowed softly at her '' Oh dear Mal? Oh god.. I am dead meat''&lt;br /&gt;[15:58]  Snapper Hollak looks at Mahi with a little sheepish grin garthering up all the air she could in her lungs she Sings as loud as she can to an off tune key&lt;br /&gt;[15:59]  Mahilwen Mistwalker looked down to her as she saw the sheepish grin around her lips wondering what she was going to o&lt;br /&gt;[15:59]  Mahilwen Mistwalker: do&lt;br /&gt;[16:01]  Snapper Hollak " I GOT TO GO WEEE WEEE IM GOING TO GO WEE WEE IN THE PHYSICANS OFFICE IN MY PRETTY RED DRESS I GOT TO GO WEE WEE BUT I CANT GO WEEE WEEE CAUSE IM ALL TIED UP IN THE PHYSICANS OFFICE AND SHE CANT UNTIE ME CAUSE SHE WILL GET IN TROUBLE I WANT TO GO WEE WEE PLEEEAAEEESS&lt;br /&gt;[16:03]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grumbled more as she hears snapper sing and yelped out '' Oh.. Noooo Your not gonna weee in my infirmery!!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:03]  Snapper Hollak gathers air in her lungs again ready to sing some more&lt;br /&gt;[16:04]  Snapper Hollak ' I WANT TO GO WEE WEE PLEASE LET ME GO WEEweeee " stops as the door opens and Daved walks back in&lt;br /&gt;[16:04]  Daved Calderwood walks in more angrier than when he left and says "I have decided , she will go to the Clan of Torturers "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:05]  Snapper Hollak looks at him " for what&lt;br /&gt;[16:05]  Mahilwen Mistwalker fast stands up as she sees Daved returns '' Erm...'' and swallowed softly and her eyes widen '' The clan of the tortures? You mean...You mean?'' she said as she wanted to say Brocks name loudly but she could not say because of Him&lt;br /&gt;[16:06]  Snapper Hollak looks at Daved " so your going to have me torutred for what&lt;br /&gt;[16:06]  Daved Calderwood: "Its the only way else we have to move from here "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:07]  Snapper Hollak looks at him " why would I tell&lt;br /&gt;[16:07]  Daved Calderwood looks at her and says "because you are a bitch ?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:07]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighed softly and shook her head '' If You mean that place, I was with You last time.... Oh dear'' she grumbled even more about it as she knew Brock was not the nicest of the tortures&lt;br /&gt;[16:08]  Snapper Hollak " Man I have so many secerets that have been told to me that I have forgotten I was taught to be loyal to my friends and Mahi is my friend and what is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;[16:09]  Daved Calderwood nods and says "Then tell me those secrets woman and be fast because I am already leaning toward having your tounge ripped out "&lt;br /&gt;[16:09]  Snapper Hollak looks to Mahi " Mahi what is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;[16:09]  Daved Calderwood: "Its a disagreeable woman , now speak your secrets or be silent forever "&lt;br /&gt;[16:10]  Snapper Hollak frowns " Im not disagreeable "shurgs " well I dont agree with everything is that what that means&lt;br /&gt;[16:10]  Mahilwen Mistwalker thought a moment about it and sayd softly '' A little gorean bunny that hops around with her tail?'' as she then swallowed more as she saw daved in this kind of state, she was never scared for Him, but now He putted her in a situation, that would get her killed if she didn't do what He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:11]  Daved Calderwood looks at Snapper and pulls his dagger saying "speak woman ...I grow tired of your delay ..."&lt;br /&gt;[16:12]  Snapper Hollak frowns shakeing her head " I dont know what you want from me Truely Daved I dont&lt;br /&gt;[16:12]  Vivienne Daguerre is Online&lt;br /&gt;[16:12]  Payton999 Robonaught is Online&lt;br /&gt;[16:12]  Daved Calderwood: "you said you had secrets and i want them , what is the number of Treve's Warriors ? how many defend the city at any given time where is the sewer access point to Treve ?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:14]  Vivienne Daguerre is Offline&lt;br /&gt;[16:14]  Virgi Lowey is Offline&lt;br /&gt;[16:14]  Vivienne Daguerre is Online&lt;br /&gt;[16:15]  Snapper Hollak sighs looking at him " Alright if your going to cut my tongue out but first I got to ask Ive been wanting to ask this all day " if your hired to kill a virgin man do you let him get him some furring before you slince his last breath and if its a fw that tells you she is a virgin do you check her first to see if she is and if so how do you do that , and I dont know how many treve warriors we have I dont count them and I sure as heck dont know where the crap warter is so if your going to cut my tongue then here cut it " sticks her tongue out for him&lt;br /&gt;[16:17]  Mahilwen Mistwalker bit her lip a little as the slaved always here doing as the were scared, her emerald eyes look up to Daved and then to snapper '' Damnit Daved, You can't cut her tongue off'' she sighed softly thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;[16:17]  Daved Calderwood glares at her and says to Mahi "say goodbye to your friend , she is about to die " as he get nearer her to her the blade of his dagger glittering as he gets closer ...&lt;br /&gt;[16:18]  Snapper Hollak looks at him " well I guess I know now a virgin dies virgin " sighs "&lt;br /&gt;[16:18]  Mahilwen Mistwalker her eyes widen and looked with fear into her eyes '' Daved... ! no You can't do that, she.. she is my friend'' she turned then away from Him '' You really want me to hate You hmm?''&lt;br /&gt;[16:19]  Snapper Hollak raises a brow " ok who paid you&lt;br /&gt;[16:19]  Snapper Hollak " you have to tell me who paid you to kill me "&lt;br /&gt;[16:20]  Daved Calderwood: "no one did , do you think my blade stays in its sheath only for pay ? I CAN kill for other reasons if they are warranted ."&lt;br /&gt;[16:21]  Snapper Hollak looks up at Miha turning back to Daved " then so you say this is warranted , Man I do not even know where the heck Iam really&lt;br /&gt;[16:22]  Snapper Hollak squirms around " I really do got to go pee&lt;br /&gt;[16:24]  Mahilwen Mistwalker grumbled softly as she stepped before snaps '' Your not gonna kill her Daved as she is my friend'' she then grabbed some golden coin out of her pocket '' Take this from me ''&lt;br /&gt;[16:24]  Daved Calderwood takes the coin and looks at Mahi , he says "wel since no contract was in place for her .....are you sure she is worth the coin, Mahi ?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:25]  Mahilwen Mistwalker nodded slightly to Him as she looked at him with some anger in her eyes '' Yes she is worth that coin Daved''&lt;br /&gt;[16:26]  Daved Calderwood leaned down and cuts the binds of Snapper saying "you are fortunate your firend values you so much ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:28]  Daved Calderwood sheaths his blade and says to Mahi "this might be a mistake , but she is your friend and you have paid me coin .."&lt;br /&gt;[16:29]  Mahilwen Mistwalker shrugged slightly to Him and sighed '' This is not a Mistake Daved, I know snaps very well, she will hold her tongue''&lt;br /&gt;[16:29]  Daved Calderwood: "as you wish ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:30]  Dreegan Fang bowed his head to the Killer.. "Tal, Killer."&lt;br /&gt;[16:30]  Daved Calderwood: Tal , follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:31]  Daved Calderwood: "that woman in red , make sure she is on a boat out of here "&lt;br /&gt;[16:31]  Dreegan Fang nodded his head. "It will be done."&lt;br /&gt;[16:31]  Daved Calderwood: "Then i want you to meet me in Thentis&lt;br /&gt;[16:32]  Mahilwen Mistwalker took a deep breath of relieve as she finally sees her friend free '' I am so sorry Snapper''&lt;br /&gt;[16:33]  Dreegan Fang leaned up against the wall outside the Infirmary. Staying quiet and waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;[16:33]  Snapper Hollak hugs Mahi " its alright you didnt know what was going to happen , if I had not run from those stupid robbiers none of this would have happend&lt;br /&gt;[16:34]  Mahilwen Mistwalker nodded slightly to her and hugs her back '' I know.. I really didn't knew sweety''&lt;br /&gt;[16:35]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiles '' come on Snapps, we get You back''&lt;br /&gt;[16:36]  Dreegan Fang bowed his head to the woman in green. "Lady."&lt;br /&gt;[16:36]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiles softly and nodded to the man '' Tal Sir''&lt;br /&gt;[16:37]  Dreegan Fang: "It would be best if your friend left as quickly as possible."&lt;br /&gt;[16:37]  Snapper Hollak peeps outfrom behind the door seeing a man she had seen several times in minus " humm Ive seen you before&lt;br /&gt;[16:38]  Snapper Hollak " well then do as you were asked get me on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:38]  Dreegan Fang: "Follow me."&lt;br /&gt;[16:38]  Mahilwen Mistwalker smiles softly '' I will walk with You two''&lt;br /&gt;[16:39]  Dreegan Fang crossed his arms over his chest and gestured to the boat with his head. "Here you are, Lady." He then said nothing, but walked away.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;br /&gt;[16:40]  Snapper Hollak yells ' wow you going to pay the boat man right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:40]  Mahilwen Mistwalker sighs and shook her head more '' Men!''&lt;br /&gt;[16:41]  Snapper Hollak gives Mahi one last hug " dont worry no one will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:41]  Mahilwen Mistwalker noddded slightly to her and gives her a hug back '' I am so sorry, I probably have worked my arse to much into the Black caste it seems''&lt;br /&gt;[16:43]  Snapper Hollak looks at the ugly boat man turning back to Mahi whispering ' Now if Daved had threatened me with that I might would have come up with something " grins and jumps on the boat " Minus Sir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4246329343857595512?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4246329343857595512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-run-from-robbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4246329343857595512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4246329343857595512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-run-from-robbers.html' title='dont run from Robbers !!!!!'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4409564454921872381</id><published>2010-08-03T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T07:20:01.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun rp !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Snapper Hollak runs up to her brother stoppind dead in her tracks looking at his head she covers her mouth seeing the Ubar she lowers her head goes over behind Lady Delinna its all she can do to keep her mouth from busting out in laughter "&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxx: Ok&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx tilt her head a bit "Why is she cryin ? she've broken a nail?"&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak shakes her head " how did that happen to you Brother " and who is this behind you&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxx: Love please gag her before I have Snapper cut her tongue out&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx sigh "Cut my tongue will lower price... and you don't even know this... And my, i'm just a visitor do'nt mind me" laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx: He turns to the girl reaches in his pouch and pulls out his gag securing it tightly around her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak is thinking they were going to have to find a witch doctor to do a fast mircale whip up of hair growth for men for her brother to have hair for his FC ceromony&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx: My Love take her to the cells and we wil decide what to do with her afterwards&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx: well this girl and her sister thought it would be a good idea to cut my hair before my fc ceremony so i thought i would bring her back&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx I need to think of we are going to do with your head before tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx roll her eye as he talk about her when she do'nt even saw him before. Stretching her leg ad nlightly describing circle with her feet like borred&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx well she is yours now my love ... because i dont want her i mabe i should just kill her instead&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx looks at her Love's head saying..."that will suit me just fine Love"&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak whispers to Del " maybe we can see the boiks milker and see if he can pull some fur of of one of them and we can make him a wig&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx trys not to giggle&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx: ((haha))&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx: Snapper what are we going to do with your brother&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxwatches them walk out of the gates&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak shurgs her shoulder's giggling " he will be your worry after Saturday&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx: Let's go to the villiage and see who we can talk to about your brother's hair&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak nods ' yes we do need to&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx: Did you kill her My Love&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at Draven " what did you do with the girl&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx still have her hand over her mouth&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx: i took care of it......he says with a grin totally pleased with himself&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak frowns " what do you mean&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " you didnt did you&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx: if she survives she will be veary lucky......&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxr: very&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " what did you do with her then&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx: Snapper do not ask a question you do not want an anwser to&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak frowns "but I do want to know&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxx: Let's get your brother out of the view of everyone else and we can talk about it then&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxx: To the room you two&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxx: i just binded her gaged her hooded her and then stuck her in that small craft with no supplies and set her out so sea&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx: *shruggs&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak puts her finger to the side of her chin ' you know lady Del he sort of looks handsome with that new hair Style&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak frowns " from the front anyway&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen shouts: Let's go to the room you two&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " Draven dear brother do turn around the back doesnt look so well&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: he is going the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " he must be going back for the girl&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: (splat)&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak giggles&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak hugs her brother "&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *hugs her back*&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: they said i didnt have to wear the hair)&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak: theh going to put some mircal grow on it ?))&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: oh so they got it for you *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: yea&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: they didnt treat me bad they just...... raped me&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: witch is bad&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: witch*&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: but no torture&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: That is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at Draven " whats rape&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: I was about to say if we couldn't fix it you were going to have to wear a hood tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *dont worry about it snapper... mabe you should ask delinna&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen smiles to Draven..."this is your turn "&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak snickers " or we were going to make you a wig from bolisk hair&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: snapper how about you go out into the court yard and chase butterflies or something he ssays scratching the back of his head&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " I passed the milker while in the village&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen passes Out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: from laughing too hard sorry Love couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " why did Del pass out " looking at her laying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: shes just tired he says chuckling to himself he leans over and picks her up&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: lmao()&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak frowns " why are you sending me out to the court yard to chase butterflies " you cant explain to me what rape is ?&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Ok Snapper all I am going to say about rape is thisIt is where a man or a woman forces you to do something against your will&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: perfect .....&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: there thats what it means&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen smiles&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *grins happily&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak raises a brow " SOO everytime you two make me do something I dont want to do and you force me then you are both Rapeing me " she looks at them both ,,&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: * falls over laughing&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Not in the sense we are talking about Snapper&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " well you said its where one is forced to do something they dont want to do&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *he sits up wiping tears from his face*&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Ok Love we really need to sit her down and explain this right&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak shurgs her shoulders " Well thats what you said so&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: I was trying to put it delicatly&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *he covers his brow with his hand .....mabe we should send her to arien and have him explain it to her he says seriously&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Then she will come back screaming to us&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak frowns " Well Im being raped again I guess I'll go out to the court yard " looks at them both folding both her arms across her chest she huffs at them both and leaves out the door&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Oh my she is going to ask someone else you know this right&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: ill go get her&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: grabs her arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks up " what you raped me to come out here to the court yard and catch butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: come with me he says pulling her along we got to go clear some things up&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak follows behind Draven "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Ok Snapper I am going to try to explain this as carefully as I can&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: okay snapper he says still breathing havily from chasing her to the courtyard.....rape is when someone forces sex apon you without concent&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: he blerts out&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak mumbels under her breath " first you rape me to leave then you turn around and rape me to return gees I wish yad make up your minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen looks to her Love with a look of surprise&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak still frowning since her brothers had never offered to tell her even what sex was she was still confused but nodded at him ,wrinkeing her brows even more she ask "Well Whats Sex&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: shes all your delinna he says walking into the other room&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: i mean the room'' haha&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: ))&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Sex is when two people who love each other get together and have fun&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: That is what your parents did and then your mother gave birth to you&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: he sits down by the fire being quiet so he can hear the convorsation&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen takes a shoe off her foot and throws it at her Love saying...."Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Snapper do you understand what I am saying&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak: /me"s eyes grow wide then tears start falling down her face ' OHH NO YOU MEAN THAT IM GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE BABY THING cause I had fun with Anstead , he makes me laugh and I have fun with him so IM going to have a baby too&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen takes a big deep breathe in&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Snapper please listen carefully to me and anwser my question ok&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Did Anstead do anything to you inappropriately&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak sniffs " you mean talking and walking and having fun with Anstead im going to have a baby " she starts whelling like a brealling Boisk&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak sniffs ' he kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: delinna he says walking close to them ..... let me tell her my way&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Did he touch you in a way to make you feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: OK Love&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak shakes her head " no he doesnt make me feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen folds her arm across her chest&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen looks to Draven ..."go ahead Love"&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: takes a deep breath and starts to explain.... you see snapper ...&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks up at Draven Sniffing&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: when a man and a woman love each other they have what is called sex when a male sticks his penis inside a girl and well thats how you have a baby ...&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: there&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: i said it&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks up at Draven " what the heck is a penis where do you keep it Ive never seen you papaw or Arien with one&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen starts to laugh and turns her head&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: &gt;he looks to delinna desperate for a word&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen gathers herself trying not to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at Draven and then at Del ' do you have one too do I&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: No Snapper you do not have one&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " Ohh why not&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Have you ever see a naked man before&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen starts to rub her temples&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak nods " yes when the village revolted and that man came walking up he was naked and had a VERY short third leg Right in the middle I still cant figure out what its for , he surley cant walk with it&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: Dubbles over and laughs uncontrolably slapping his knee his face turns red as he finds it harder to breath&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen smiles holding back her laughter..."Well Snapper that very short third leg as you called it is the penis"&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen starts to laugh uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: ;ol&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak gasps " And that little bitty thing gets babys How , its Little and it flops around&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: Hi! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Where is Anstead now Snapper&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen says as she is laughing&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak frowns " he had to go on a mission I dont know if he will be back tonight at all&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: ok&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at Draven ' are all penis that little&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Well Snapper I am sorry but your brother and I are not going to show you how babies are made sorry not going to happen&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen turns and starts laughing again&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: no he says grinning to his sister.....some of them are bigger or smaller i am sure&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: you know that area between your leggs snapper he says bluntly thats where the penis goes&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen then turns around with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Snapper are you understanding what we are trying to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks up at Draven " you mean my cuddybug , that penis goes there well how in the world will I be able to walk around with a penis stuck there&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen will be right back.&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Ok I am laughing so hard right now&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: snapper they put the penis in the hole and push in back and forth putting it in and out untill the penis is happy .... then he says after taking a breath he puts his pants back on and its done&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *shruggs to delinna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: ((back))&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen smile wide&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Not only is the man happy so it the woman&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak raises a brow ' you mean it can smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " you mean mine can smile and laugh too " tries looking down at herself " Ive neever heard it laugh or never seen it smile although I do have to admit I cant see it too good "&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Draven My Love we are not getting anywhere like this we should take her to the villiage or someplace and have them show her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks up " you mean your going to show me a happy laughing penis and a happy laughing Cuddy bug Wow&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: HAHAHAHAHAHAH))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: okay snapper sence you fail to understand what sex truly is you are aparently going to have to be showed&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: yes del that is a wonderful idea&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks up" am I going to like it is it like going to the Theater , Ive heard some of them talking about the Theater&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Now the key is to find two willing people My Love&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: exactly snapper ... a theater....&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: its not going to be easy i think.....&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak claps her hands " Ohh I get to go to my first Theater show " Ohh boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: My LOve I have better plan you know where we go dancing&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: The Anaconda&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: yes he says tilting his head a little confused&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: They have pictures there that show what we are talking about&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: let us go&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak is excited to go to her first Theater show to watch a Penis and Cuddy bug laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: i dont see anybody&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: there you are&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak: me either right now&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Snapper have a look at the pictures and they will show you what we are talking about&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: When you can see of course&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: stands by his love and watches in amusement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at the first picture she see's a penis with something white on it and a womans mouth pointing " That ant now Cuddybug over there " whats that on that penis she asked&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: .......&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: *stands speachless&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: great idea del he says folding his arms&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Let her finish looking at the picture My Love&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: There is a picture inside that might help better&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: lets go then&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen shouts: Snapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak " you told a fib Draven I dont see that penis laughing " she says as she walks up to Draven and Del&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: penises dont laugh&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at the pictures in front of her 'Well you said they got happy if they dont laugh how are they going to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: look that is what sex is he says pointing to the picture of the two having sex in the middle&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: /meplaces her face in her palms of her hands and shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: do you see the white stuff on that girls face there?&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks eyes grow wide " YOU mean thats how its done&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: yes&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks for the picture her brother is talking about&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak nods " yes what is that her face cream&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: yea well..... when the penis is happy it squirts face cream into your cuddybud&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak points to the middle picture ' Yeap you were Right they are teny Tiny penis's and big one two pointing down to the next picture&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: The white stuff is normally inside the woman cuddybud as you put it&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: *GIGGLES* :)~~~~&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Snapper are you understanding now&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak is finally understanding " OHhhhh so thats what happens when therers a whole lot of grunting going on ,, OHhhh , humm will I have to do that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: phew..."No Snapper not if you do not want to"&lt;br /&gt;Draven Breuer: thank god thats over&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak looks at Del" Do women have different sized cuddybugs too do you have to go around checking penis's to see if you get the right size like buying a dress&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Now if some man forces you to do that that is what is called rape&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak understanding " OHh ,I dont want to be foreced&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: Snapper I am not going to go there with you on that subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delinna Fallen: So now can we get onto a better subject please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapper Hollak smiles " ok now I understand , I always wondered by women ran after men like the way they do NOW I understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4409564454921872381?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4409564454921872381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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nature but because I tried to do on my own what a mother has to do to give her children a life and to give them what they need. There wasnt a day that went by that I didnt think of them or silently at night I would cry for them. Their fathers brother and his family are the ones that made sure that I could not see them nor get them to come live with me. Then a week ago this past Sunday I get a phone call my momma telling me that my middle daughter had called her , she gave me her phone number and I called , I couldnt stop crying , I couldnt speak just to hear her voice on the other end of that phone was heavenly bliss for me. I was SO Happy to learn that she wanted to come be with me and Blaksmith did not hastate one moment we got in the car and drove the hundred and something miles to pick her up , this all comes on the tail winds of our up and coming Marriage , yes Blaksmith and I are getting Married August 21st I really cant believe it myself , I guess Ive gone over , and over , and over and over the wedding plans a thousand times. Sometimes in life you have to go through some REALLY deep shit to get to the top of that Mountain and be able to say IVE MADE IT . Now I get to hear that wonderful word she just loves to yell for no reason at all " MOM  AH ,, just like that  MOM AH ,, I get to mock her when she yell's for MOM AH , thehheh  my Beautiful 17 year old loves the mirror , Im just waiting for it to talk back to her ,, She is ONE MORE LOVEABLE MESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-2204046462987344886?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2204046462987344886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-my-life-and-im-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2204046462987344886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2204046462987344886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-my-life-and-im-getting-married.html' title='Back in my life and IM GETTING MARRIED !!'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S6YjCDJgfzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kfgaMOYG7FY/s72-c/Monique3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-3003364594564422768</id><published>2010-02-24T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:25:48.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S4Xfeb6OSYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LGZCIq5Mg8U/s1600-h/family+christmas+pictures+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S4Xfeb6OSYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LGZCIq5Mg8U/s320/family+christmas+pictures+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442001438728145282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I had to make a trip with my Momma one that sometimes if we have pets has to be made. It was very hard for my momma Tiffney had been with her for the last seventeen years . there every step of the way with her, where ever my momma was thats where Tiffney was. A companion to the truest since of the word. we knew that sooner or later the time was coming I had told my Momma that I would go with her to help her through this and I did. It really did hurt me to my heart to see my momma hurting but knowing she was doing what was right for her beloved companion. She did get to hold her while they let her pass away and that was very comforting for her at first I dont think they really wanted her to but I made them move out of the way so she could hold Tiffney. We took her home and buried her in my Momma's flower garden with it snowing and the ground was soft which was a good thing for us but not for our shoes black mountain dirt when wet tends to stick to you like glue. Afterwords we went in the house , to help my momma smile a little bit I played a trick on her just wish I had had a camcorder for this one the look on her face is just PRICELESS !!! as some know my momma is just now learning how to get on the computer and to get on the web, Well there is still a lot she doesnt know and most of the time I get a phone call every day about something she cant do or has done wrong on the computer and I either have to go up there and fix her problem or I just try and talk her through it on the phone, thehe she doesnt know how to get to her history, SOoo today while she was in the back side of the house I ran over and pulled up a " Sex Toys for Women " website clicked on it and off real fast so that it would go to history, when she came back in the livingroom she was telling me to check her facebook that something was wrong with it , it was telling her that her account was expired. So like a good daughter I went over to the computer and went to her facebook account which by the way I had put in her " Favorite box " and then she asked me to go into her history and find a site she had gone to last week ,and Of course I did and clicked on todays history and Yeap you guessed it " Sex Toys for Women" website was there , Her eyes got as Big as a hubcap on a cadalic she made the remark " HOW Did that Get there I Didnt put that there " by this time Im going on at her about her going to a Sex toy sight and telling her you just wait IM TELLING , Then I clicked on the link and of course it brought up all them toys and MAN if you could have just Seen the look on her Face my stomach is still hurting from laughing so much at her, her remark then was " OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!!!!" by this time Im in the floor rolling still telling her Im going to tell everybody she was on a Sex toy sight , and she is Still trying to figure out how that got there Cause she didnt do it. theeheh I finally told her I had done it , She got a good laugh for a while although she said she was going to Kick my rear end, If anyone here would like to send her a sympathy hug for the lose of her Beloved Pet Tiffney you can at ennis.irene@gmail.com it would really make her feel better.&lt;a href="http://tchebbe.deviantart.com/art/Tiffney-155319324"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt; in memory of Tiffney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-3003364594564422768?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3003364594564422768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiffney.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/3003364594564422768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/3003364594564422768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiffney.html' title='Tiffney'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S4Xfeb6OSYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LGZCIq5Mg8U/s72-c/family+christmas+pictures+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-8231116110523204044</id><published>2010-02-16T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:38:14.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Magic NAV'I'S !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rkEesVAsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2TlTH5l_P8A/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_012.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rkEesVAsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2TlTH5l_P8A/s320/Pandora+magic_012.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438910265612894914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rjzbekpoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2i7fTXjmwog/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_018.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rjzbekpoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2i7fTXjmwog/s320/Pandora+magic_018.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909972692117122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rja-vQLqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9JfiJSbG9MM/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rja-vQLqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9JfiJSbG9MM/s320/Pandora+magic_006.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909552660590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rjOuxANMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P82OSo55AC8/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rjOuxANMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P82OSo55AC8/s320/Pandora+magic_005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909342214534338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3ri9epF96I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cV61lTMMEq0/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3ri9epF96I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cV61lTMMEq0/s320/Pandora+magic_004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909045828614050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3riwuu3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/j0HgOedca9s/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3riwuu3xyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/j0HgOedca9s/s320/Pandora+magic_003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438908826809517858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rihuSXvII/AAAAAAAAAN4/9zdDMC9zQtU/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rihuSXvII/AAAAAAAAAN4/9zdDMC9zQtU/s320/Pandora+magic_002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438908568991939714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3riSVjJ_1I/AAAAAAAAANw/u6vy0Hc1K8M/s1600-h/Pandora+magic_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3riSVjJ_1I/AAAAAAAAANw/u6vy0Hc1K8M/s320/Pandora+magic_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438908304653418322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know we have all seen the movie " Avatar" and most know now that its in Secondlife , BLUE SMURF"S EVER WHERE , tehheheheh  yes I just had to get the Avatar from this movie too , and I love it . Pandora Magic the sim in which these photos were taken is a German and English sim of Roleplay based on the Movie  you can go vist there , they have done a lot of work to bring to life the roleplay atmosphere for the players . just join the vistors group when you tp in and just explore till your hearts content . Do have to say though I didnt vist the human side  just dont like being inclosed in certain places ( wouldnt make a good spacealien) thehehe  if you want a landmark just give me a poke  ohhh and they have VERY well made Nav'i Avatar for free that are very well made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-8231116110523204044?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8231116110523204044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/pandora-magic-navis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/8231116110523204044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/8231116110523204044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/pandora-magic-navis.html' title='Pandora Magic NAV&apos;I&apos;S !!!!!!!'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3rkEesVAsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2TlTH5l_P8A/s72-c/Pandora+magic_012.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-2495031454337813432</id><published>2010-02-13T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:58:48.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more of what Ive been up too , and a little neighborhood  humor ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SO this is what Ive been up to for a while , taking photographs , and getting a new doggie , tehhehe I talked Blak in to getting me a new dog for Valentines Day , why because I go out and take a lot of photographs in very remote area's and here we have bear and wild boar , and sometimes there is NO cell phone signal because of the Mountains , and he cant go with me all the time because of his job , so, so, so, I go me a new Dog , Howard  greyhound and border collie mix , thehe little bit hard headed but other wise a good buddy. Now on to the neighborhood humor , tehhe Well sunday we were out putting up fence in the area's of our yard that the dogs could get out when What comes down the road barking their heads off but the Mexican Mofia , Geess , so I yell up the road and tell who's ever dogs these are KEEP THEM IN YOUR OWN YARD !!!  here comes the owner or one of them anyway , I told her to Keep her dogs in her own yard I was tired of them coming down in our yard and doing their business , and that I would call Amimal control on them again , So here she goes showing all of her inteligance yelling the f**K you at me , telling us that we are going to be reported for putting up a fence , that was Animal Curlety , uhh HOw So. Then her daddy comes down in is mini van , ( theeh see the reference MINI theheh ) He gets out and playes it off like there is nothing wrong with what they letting their pets do , I Look and Relize ITS THE BUBBA FAMILY , and they HAVE a very nice FENCED in YARD ,!!!! What the HELL !!! and I brought this up to him , Ohh bad thing to do he wanted to come in our yard and hit me , ( SeE BUbba"S got Mini Brains along with other Mini things ) Blak came up and spoke to him and to get to the end we had to call the police out just because some people just dont know how to grow up and take care of their responseibalitys the way they should ,, Gees ,, Then another neighbor below us , goes Crazy , starts howling like a dog , and swatting at things on the side of  her house , then she goes into an empty house between us , which is our landlords sisters place , yeah I mean it is a eye sore , but Still there was no reason to go and bust the windows out of it and  scream and howl like a dog ( think she was on something ) SOO here we go again Having to call the police out ,  been one more week , tehhehe and to bet it all its Normally very quite around here , never have any trouble at all , I think this week has made up for it , and I hope we have no more trouble for the rest of the time we are here , tehehehheh ,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S3bG7bmvaHI/AAAAAAAAANg/LXigSoXxxtY/s1600-h/Southern+hospitality+and+a+ford+Tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S1ea_HewirI/AAAAAAAAALw/KPxf0kFd2rc/s320/CCF01202010_00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428978284948916914" border="0" /&gt;this was his home all his life , no running water no inside plumbing , no of the comforts that we now days take for granted &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a story that was in our local paper about a man that lived a different way of life then the normal society did , he passed away on the 13th  of Jan 2010 , this goes to show that there are people that still do live this way , weither we relize it or not , does that make them igornat , no it just makes them different.                                                                                                                                &lt;strong&gt;Heart attack, exposure claim ‘Wild man of Cataloochee’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haywood County legend Arley Phillips, 77, widely known as “the wild man of Cataloochee,” died last week of a heart attack and prolonged exposure to the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Phillips lived in the White Oak community under conditions seldom found in today’s world. His  primitive home had no running water or electricity and is unchanged — except for wear and tear — from the time it became the family home. The Phillips were one of many forced to relocate when the Great Smoky Mountains National Park was formed. There is no insulation in the house and the construction of yesteryear allows plenty of places for outside air to circulate in both winter and summer.        &lt;div style="width: 391px;" class="img_caption null"&gt;&lt;img class="caption" src="http://www.themountaineer.com/images/stories/picture-2.jpg" alt="Alone" title="photo courtesy Mitchell Phillips, ALONE — Arley Phillips lived his entire life in the White Oak community without electricity, running water and in the last 10 years, heat. Below is the primitive log home and outbuildings where Phillips spent his days. Phillips died last week at the age of 77." border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;photo courtesy Mitchell Phillips, ALONE — Arley Phillips lived his entire life in the White Oak community without electricity, running water and in the last 10 years, heat. Below is the primitive log home and outbuildings where Phillips spent his days. Phillips died last week at the age of 77.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those closest to him said Arley hadn’t had a fire in any of the fireplaces or stoves in the home for 10 years. Food and beverages were consumed cold, and he always kept a water bottle in his pocket or bed. When long-time friend Jeff Teague found him in bad shape Monday, Jan. 11, the water bottle under his pillow was frozen solid and he had 10 blankets piled on top of him. The week before he became ill, temperatures had dipped into the single digits and remained well below freezing for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;“I’d been trying to get him to come to my place,” Teague said. “All he would say is, ‘what would happen then?’ You could bring him stuff, but you couldn’t take care of him. He took care of himself.”&lt;br /&gt;Teague said he once asked him why he wouldn’t build a fire to heat up food or keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;“He said a fire would burn you up one side and freeze you on the other,” Teague said.&lt;br /&gt;Philips had lived alone in the woods for so long he had little to say to those who found their way to his corner of the world. Some who were seen as a threat could face a beating with a stick, said Phillips’ nephew Mitchell, who regularly came by with provisions. But when most stopped by, Arley would just hide.&lt;br /&gt;Teague, Phillips and neighbor Bob Farmer were among the few people Arley would speak to.&lt;br /&gt;“I remember when I first saw him,” Teague said. “I was 5 or 6 and we stopped by to drop off our garbage. He was sitting in the Dumpster reading the paper and eating peanuts. We used to look for him, and he would hide.”&lt;br /&gt;Persistence paid off, and by the time Teague was 11, he and Arley had formed a special bond.&lt;br /&gt;“We used to pal around. We wouldn’t have a conversation like you and I are having, but we would sit in the sun or fish. He would follow the sun and sit where it was warm. When I started bear hunting, I would ask him if he saw any bears, and he would point me in the right direction. When we found one, he would hear the dogs and beat me to the tree.”&lt;br /&gt;Bob Farmer, Arley’s nearest neighbor, was one of several who would drop off food and visit a spell — if Arley was in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes he’d talk. Sometimes he’d run. He couldn’t make a sentence because he’d been by himself so long. He didn’t like for you to come around his house too much. You wouldn’t believe in this day and time, someone would be living like that. He used to eat out of these roadside garbage cans.”&lt;br /&gt;Farmer said at one time, Arley would stay in Cataloochee where campers who lived in nearby Haywood or Tennessee would feed him. His long stays in the park marked by limited contact with others earned him his nickname “the wild man of Cataloochee.”&lt;br /&gt;“They finally got to where they would let him do whatever he wanted to do in the park,” Farmer said. In later years, Arley stayed closer to home and survived on the food provided by neighbors, including fresh milk and bread from Ruth Jenkins, canned goods, along with other provisions, including Prince Albert tobacco and papers to roll cigarettes, delivered by Mitchell Phillips and Teague, and contributions from many others in the community.&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell Phillips, along with Tracy Best and others, built a 12-foot by 15-foot insulated room with a wood stove next to Arley’s home two years ago. They moved his cot into the room, moved Arley’s  stored belongings away from a door so he could access the attached entryway to the new, warmer quarters, brought in a comfortable chair and provided several barrels with lids for a safe place to store food. Arley would have nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;“I asked him if he’d been in the new building,” Teague said. “He said, ‘no. I reckon there’s nothing in there but sow boomers.”&lt;br /&gt;Arley got his drinking water from a creek below his house or a nearby spring. Food that might attract rats was kept in covered buckets. Those bringing supplies eventually learned what he would and wouldn’t eat. The items he didn’t like — pork and beans, spaghetti-os or mixed vegetables, for instance — were left where they were put, untouched. He liked peanuts until his teeth became so decayed he couldn’t eat them.&lt;br /&gt;“He would cut his own hair and pull his own teeth,” Teague said. “He never saw a doctor.”&lt;br /&gt;That changed, however, the day before he died. When Teague found him, he knew it was time for Arley to get help. While the emergency workers volunteered to bring their four-wheeler in to carry him out, Teague knew the experience would be too scary.&lt;br /&gt;“It was 40 to 50 years since he’d been in a vehicle,” Mitchell Phillips added.&lt;br /&gt;Teague, with the help of Mitchell Phillips, carried Arley through narrow walkways and unstable floors in the jam-packed house, down the slippery, snow-covered slope, across a creek and up the hill to a private road where an ambulance awaited.&lt;br /&gt;Arley became anxious when he was put in the ambulance, but was calmed when Teague took his hand. Family and friends had high praise for the treatment he received at Haywood Regional Medical Center, whose staff abided with wishes to treat the case as a special circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;Arley died at 6 a.m. the next day with Teague, Mitchell and Mitchell’s wife, Suzi, at his side.&lt;br /&gt;Private family services were held in Cosby, Tenn., Friday.&lt;br /&gt;“He was the best neighbor there ever was,” said Teague. “He would mind his own business and not bother anyone. If everyone would live that way, we’d have no problems.”&lt;br /&gt;Suzi Mitchell said his was “an honor and a privilege” to know Arley.&lt;br /&gt;“Arley was the real thing,” she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-245303188222689404?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/245303188222689404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-way-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/245303188222689404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/245303188222689404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-way-of-life.html' title='a different way of life'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S1ea_HewirI/AAAAAAAAALw/KPxf0kFd2rc/s72-c/CCF01202010_00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-1781594034608679647</id><published>2010-01-10T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:00:12.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what Ive been up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qF2nfe3aI/AAAAAAAAALo/6Eof3VUVxhc/s1600-h/family+christmas+pictures+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qF2nfe3aI/AAAAAAAAALo/6Eof3VUVxhc/s320/family+christmas+pictures+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425295874481642914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are more , I'll post at a later date  hope everyone enjoys them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEjy8a2II/AAAAAAAAALY/mQoskh_msNs/s1600-h/family+christmas+pictures+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEjy8a2II/AAAAAAAAALY/mQoskh_msNs/s320/family+christmas+pictures+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294451626662018" border="0" /&gt;now I lay me down to sleep I hope I get to that birdfeeder before that bitch in the house squirts me with that Damn water bottle ,, Amen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEc-EO7hI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JhnnsX7I50k/s1600-h/family+christmas+pictures+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEc-EO7hI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JhnnsX7I50k/s320/family+christmas+pictures+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294334353141266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEVFQ5OZI/AAAAAAAAALI/gHNiiknon6Y/s1600-h/family+christmas+pictures+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEVFQ5OZI/AAAAAAAAALI/gHNiiknon6Y/s320/family+christmas+pictures+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294198846339474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEEw0KcOI/AAAAAAAAALA/S6Y8q5blmXE/s1600-h/family+christmas+pictures+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qEEw0KcOI/AAAAAAAAALA/S6Y8q5blmXE/s320/family+christmas+pictures+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293918479216866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qAB9beXkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mU8kyI9IeVo/s1600-h/christmas+morning+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qAB9beXkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mU8kyI9IeVo/s320/christmas+morning+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425289472279207490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p_1PoNRVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8V61sQXwT8Q/s1600-h/christmas+morning+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p_1PoNRVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8V61sQXwT8Q/s320/christmas+morning+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425289253826151762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p_Qf4VGhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VRthtE62_rs/s1600-h/bird+and+flowers+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p_Qf4VGhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VRthtE62_rs/s320/bird+and+flowers+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425288622533581330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p-9WrOhuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dZpokZOWoXA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p-9WrOhuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dZpokZOWoXA/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425288293645190882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p-oXKowUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IquXc37zd4s/s1600-h/I%27s+Woodpecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p-oXKowUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IquXc37zd4s/s320/I%27s+Woodpecker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425287932999680322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p8Ns4uZVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u_0UbuTU1cU/s1600-h/yellow+Rose+of+hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p8Ns4uZVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u_0UbuTU1cU/s320/yellow+Rose+of+hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425285275950409042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p7VNRBH6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xYq9gWwb6i4/s1600-h/Im+a+Bird+I+tell+you+Im+a+Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p7VNRBH6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xYq9gWwb6i4/s320/Im+a+Bird+I+tell+you+Im+a+Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425284305389690786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p6eFg6C7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FukLTYU_EfY/s1600-h/Dark+days+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p6eFg6C7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/FukLTYU_EfY/s320/Dark+days+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425283358416047026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    if your wondering why this one has no detail in the faces , its because I feel like when the end of time comes it wont matter what or who we are or what we look like we are all going to be in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p507_fAuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pqDCMFGLO9o/s1600-h/Mountain+Bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p507_fAuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pqDCMFGLO9o/s320/Mountain+Bluebird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282651485307618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p5nxasanI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CbF166_x8Tg/s1600-h/Cock+of+the+Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p5nxasanI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CbF166_x8Tg/s320/Cock+of+the+Forest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282425308342898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p5X_97AiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BnNjXCAD9aI/s1600-h/comeing+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p5X_97AiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BnNjXCAD9aI/s320/comeing+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425282154336289314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p496fuyUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/poUdk-bShkE/s1600-h/christy+and+Ronald+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p496fuyUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/poUdk-bShkE/s320/christy+and+Ronald+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281706190883138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p4f0Iw-yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4rWbyzhnwAk/s1600-h/hey+my+mouth+is+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p4f0Iw-yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4rWbyzhnwAk/s320/hey+my+mouth+is+full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281189087869730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p4K97fgFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4IGuUMhqW7o/s1600-h/and+they+watch+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0p4K97fgFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4IGuUMhqW7o/s320/and+they+watch+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280830939299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah , bet everybody thought I had fell off the face of the earth , tehhehe no not yet but I did get some butt burns from slideing , tehehhe any ways I still read everybodies blogs and stuff , and I got a New Camera for Christmas ,Woots  so here it comes  paintings and photographs enjoy everybody and tell me what you see wrong in my paintings I cant get better if no one tells me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-1781594034608679647?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1781594034608679647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ive-been-up-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1781594034608679647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1781594034608679647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='what Ive been up to'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/S0qF2nfe3aI/AAAAAAAAALo/6Eof3VUVxhc/s72-c/family+christmas+pictures+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-5288753359642800621</id><published>2009-12-06T04:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:21:08.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few more things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxuhfLN_R0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/BU_emrmmap8/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxuhfLN_R0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/BU_emrmmap8/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412096934175262530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had our first snow of the season , it didnt last long but I know more is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxuhHOpdvJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PXOf-vEiVIg/s1600-h/Tammy%27s+Panda+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxuhHOpdvJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PXOf-vEiVIg/s320/Tammy%27s+Panda+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412096522778950802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Birthday present for my sister , Dec 23 is her birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sxugumrw6vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ijS37DZyGrw/s1600-h/Daddy+Howards+Poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sxugumrw6vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ijS37DZyGrw/s320/Daddy+Howards+Poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412096099734317810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a poem I wrote a while back about a very special man , you may have to enlarge it to be able to read .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-5288753359642800621?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5288753359642800621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-few-more-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5288753359642800621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5288753359642800621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-few-more-things.html' title='just a few more things'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxuhfLN_R0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/BU_emrmmap8/s72-c/IMG_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4451116471894094077</id><published>2009-12-04T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:28:59.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a simple dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxlvJB93CMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cS0tiayAQmQ/s1600-h/just+a+simple+dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxlvJB93CMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cS0tiayAQmQ/s320/just+a+simple+dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411478628199762114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a painting I did for a Dream contest , even though I know I up againest some of the most learned and talentest artist , I think its my best work to date , what do you think ? it was inspired by my grandparents and great grandparents , just a simple little dream , of love laughter and growing old together still being in love and laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4451116471894094077?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4451116471894094077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-simple-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4451116471894094077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4451116471894094077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-simple-dream.html' title='just a simple dream'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxlvJB93CMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cS0tiayAQmQ/s72-c/just+a+simple+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7185490056005502848</id><published>2009-12-04T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:27:09.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHoO7W2BI/AAAAAAAAAII/becvKASSn9Y/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHoO7W2BI/AAAAAAAAAII/becvKASSn9Y/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_009.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411294446301403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHn0jEWxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TdRoi_gFM2k/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_008.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHn0jEWxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TdRoi_gFM2k/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_008.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411294439220206354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHnJRwo5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bpRbbttHF90/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHnJRwo5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bpRbbttHF90/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411294427604886418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHmRJWjhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3xxp5lRJfhU/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHmRJWjhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3xxp5lRJfhU/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_006.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411294412537237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHC6rEVRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0TpNpphsuDM/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHC6rEVRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0TpNpphsuDM/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411293805209212178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHCUQ8CuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7SDYXIeoBoc/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHCUQ8CuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7SDYXIeoBoc/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411293794899069666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHCGJaWZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n2CYXBScyhg/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHCGJaWZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n2CYXBScyhg/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411293791109405074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHBa-Nw9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LuXC8F5TyK4/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHBa-Nw9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LuXC8F5TyK4/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411293779519718354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjG_lUjLtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CObUx2k__pw/s1600-h/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjG_lUjLtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CObUx2k__pw/s320/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411293747938012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after working all day on a painting Im doing for another contest , photoshop started acting up on me , so I decided to stop for a while and go on Secondlife , which Ive not really been on since before we started to move and not much time after we got here , but anyway , As everyone know's Hispa and Swee opened up another RP sim The Ancient Mayan Empire .' I have been wanting to go see it and finally tonight I decided to go and I'm glad I did , took me half the night to find the right things and look so that I would not be againest the rules , Should have known there would have been freebies there for vistor's but oh well . The builder is Swee and she is doing everything to the time period and the detail is awesome. The buildings are like looking at a photograph, Everything there is like what the Mayans left behind for everyone to see. I found one place and of course clumsy me I fell in and couldnt get out , I think I found the calander room , I had to take pictures , so the first picture is the place I fell into ,, Great work Swee , and those that have not visted there yet should ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7185490056005502848?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7185490056005502848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/vist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7185490056005502848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7185490056005502848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/vist.html' title='A vist'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxjHoO7W2BI/AAAAAAAAAII/becvKASSn9Y/s72-c/The+Ancient+Mayan+Empire_009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4343924448305392780</id><published>2009-11-30T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:22:49.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant !!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok Im on a Rant now , Why is it that EVERYTIME a not going to say White people , but I did , but anyway WHY is it EVERYTIME you see a Painting or a drawing of Native American  Woman she is always in a Eagle Headdress ? or she is Nude with lips that Dont even look like they belong on her , COME ON , if your going to generalize the women of the Native Americans Please Do your dadjim homework and Find out what Tribe you are Drawing from , NOT all and Especially the women wore Eagle Headdress, I get so pissed off about this its not even funny. the one good thing is that they are NOT trying to say its Native work if so I really would do something , So many Native Americans have had their work Stolen and other Artist that are not Native american getting all the credit for work that should have been credited to the True artist . Ok this all comes from a Artist website that Im on , looking through some of the other artist work , I come across this and it Pissed me off so much I had to Rant about it , there have been others but I was nice and informed them of the mistake first of all because they were not from the United States and therefore did not have the knowledge that most here in the States have , but when I see someone from the States doing just this ,, Man I want to take their Stuff and well wont say where I want to ram it , lets just say they wouldnt be able to walk right with out some scratching somewhere .  Well now got that out ,, think Im ok now ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4343924448305392780?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4343924448305392780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4343924448305392780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4343924448305392780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant.html' title='Rant !!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7406778257506160356</id><published>2009-11-30T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:32:48.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG IT !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxPXeTepKVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2rWlCHJlJLU/s1600/Fall+Memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxPXeTepKVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2rWlCHJlJLU/s320/Fall+Memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409904493026945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the painting ,, gees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7406778257506160356?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7406778257506160356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dang-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7406778257506160356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7406778257506160356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dang-it.html' title='DANG IT !!!!!!!'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SxPXeTepKVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2rWlCHJlJLU/s72-c/Fall+Memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-2526111720840439866</id><published>2009-11-30T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:31:25.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall memories</title><content type='html'>I did this painting for a contest , Im still working at it  hopefully I am getting better ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-2526111720840439866?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2526111720840439866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2526111720840439866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2526111720840439866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-memories.html' title='fall memories'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-698607980396818433</id><published>2009-11-04T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:12:01.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SvFvQxHZWWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/F6ZRf7PDM_I/s1600-h/face+studyII+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SvFvQxHZWWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/F6ZRf7PDM_I/s320/face+studyII+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400219762046884194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another face study , Im getting better I think , well better then the last one anyways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-698607980396818433?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/698607980396818433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-face-study-im-getting-better-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/698607980396818433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/698607980396818433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-face-study-im-getting-better-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SvFvQxHZWWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/F6ZRf7PDM_I/s72-c/face+studyII+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7898195676645276955</id><published>2009-10-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:11:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SuZylYeqlSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gzxVB2ptsSM/s1600-h/face+study+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SuZylYeqlSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gzxVB2ptsSM/s320/face+study+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397127190001915170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;learning to do faces in photoshop , totally different then with pencil and paints , but Im learning  what little training I have had in art , I was taught to draw faces upside down , that was a little trickie , but I did manage it, theeh more to come later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7898195676645276955?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7898195676645276955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-to-do-faces-in-photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7898195676645276955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7898195676645276955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-to-do-faces-in-photoshop.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SuZylYeqlSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gzxVB2ptsSM/s72-c/face+study+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-3782693088423110627</id><published>2009-10-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:09:52.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are here</title><content type='html'>Woot , we finally made it , we left CA at 8pm psd time Saturday night and arrived in NC 8pm Est monday night , would not advise anyone to travel cross country with 6 cats one dog in a cramped up escort , UGH , talking about pain , still trying to get all the soreness worked out. Our new place is great , although we dont have our furniture yet and we are going to have to get living room suit and a dinning room set, but lights are on , water is on , and internet was turned on this morning , thehhe , there is a lot of yard work to do around here but thats all good , I can do most of it in the afternoon before the sun goes down , raking leaves , any one want to come help  tehheeheh , I love the big kitchen , woot , nice , I see lots of things are going on , now Ive got to catch up , maybe in a bit , Im still tried from all the traveling packing and stuff , oppppsssss Im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-3782693088423110627?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3782693088423110627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/3782693088423110627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/3782693088423110627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-here.html' title='We are here'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7287731335455735643</id><published>2009-10-16T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:22:39.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here is the dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/StjjM146TnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7_2g_mS2YaI/s1600-h/Saja%27s+Dragon+-2+psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/StjjM146TnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7_2g_mS2YaI/s320/Saja%27s+Dragon+-2+psd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393310363539885682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok dont know what happend to the dragon guess he didnt want to be with the mage , tehheh but enjoy , and now I's off to finish the Packing ,, mover's will be here at 8 pm tonight ,, OHh my gosh we are REALLY doing it , theheheheh We Are doing a Reverce Beverly Hillbillys, tehheh Move over Ellemay and Jed we's a moving back to the mountains ,, theheehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7287731335455735643?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7287731335455735643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-is-dragon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7287731335455735643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7287731335455735643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-is-dragon.html' title='here is the dragon'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/StjjM146TnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7_2g_mS2YaI/s72-c/Saja%27s+Dragon+-2+psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-2025816102517670545</id><published>2009-10-16T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:16:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAVE LEFT THE STATE OF CA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Stjh9rbV5CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Nv8byuME3Rg/s1600-h/orange+moon+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Stjh9rbV5CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Nv8byuME3Rg/s320/orange+moon+at+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393309003521844258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what everyone , I finished the Dragon plus did a something little extra between all the packing and such , yeap today is our LAST day in the State of Ca. WOOOT , we are moving cross country to where Im from , IM going back to the mountains , WOOOOOT so I wont be in SL for problary a week or two , between all the unpacking and getting settled in at our New BIG Three BEDROOM , Yeap ,, Three BEDROOMS Ive done and died and got me a manson , tehhhehe see everybody later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-2025816102517670545?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2025816102517670545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-have-left-state-of-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2025816102517670545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2025816102517670545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-have-left-state-of-ca.html' title='WE HAVE LEFT THE STATE OF CA.'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Stjh9rbV5CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Nv8byuME3Rg/s72-c/orange+moon+at+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-5657611627305444635</id><published>2009-10-02T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:47:15.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moniques Fairies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SsaeqgK0JaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UKPFmpK98w0/s1600-h/monique%27s+fairies.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SsaeqgK0JaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UKPFmpK98w0/s320/monique%27s+fairies.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388168457222366626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just another painting I've been working on , named for my second daughter because she love's fairies. I'm improving a lots , well I think Iam any ways ,, enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-5657611627305444635?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5657611627305444635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/moniques-fairies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5657611627305444635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5657611627305444635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/moniques-fairies.html' title='Moniques Fairies'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SsaeqgK0JaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UKPFmpK98w0/s72-c/monique%27s+fairies.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-5010733171610214068</id><published>2009-10-01T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:46:44.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Call or NOT to Call</title><content type='html'>Man I can not wait till we get out of this Apartment , into a HOUSE, we have a neighbor that lives under us , who has a four or five year old little girl, the little girl isnt the problem , the Mother is  this woman screams , shouts , talks to her self, Cussing someone out that is NOT even around and from all the Banging and door slamming , you can hardly get any peace and quite. Last night this went on from around 6 to 3 am in the morning , the little girl was screaming and you could hear the mother shouting " WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOING TO DO NOW , UH UH WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOING TO DO NOW , it sounded just like the little girl was being choked, this keep bothering me , I told Blak and he told me to call 911, but I didnt want to cause trouble if there really wasnt any trouble , but then again if the Mother is Crazy with a mental problem and the little girl ends up dead because of something I could have done to stop it. each time I would go out and smoke a cig , I could still hear the screaming and shouting , Finally I had enough , I called 911 and told them if they sent anyone out , I have no earthly idea because we finally had to make a second call , and Blak made that call , he was told that a disturbance was not a reason to call 911 , WHAT the FUCK , what the Hell is 911 for , what you only call the stupid ass After the fact of the death of the little girl when their Damn stupid ass could have came out and provented this in the first place, AND what REALLY Surprises me is How Ca is always doing this and that , Shouting child protection , and All that Shit , and then NO ONE , NOT ONE Neighbor has the Damn fucking Guts to call or report what is going on , yeah I did haste but I did DO IT and that is what counts the most ,, I would rather Call and be wrong then NOT call and the Child ends up Dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-5010733171610214068?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5010733171610214068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-call-or-not-to-call.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5010733171610214068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5010733171610214068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-call-or-not-to-call.html' title='To Call or NOT to Call'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7075584527446147176</id><published>2009-09-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:01:03.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering</title><content type='html'>sometimes I wonder if anyone even bothers to read this blog , which really in a way I dont give a fuck if no one does read it , I mostly did it for myself I guess , but the only thing is I cant really comment on my own blog , well then again maybe I might can, would sort of be like talking to yourself and even if no one admits that they do talk to theirselves. well here goes ,, Hello blog , humm I see you have some new paintings up and I see that you have had a few things to say on certain topic's , well you know the paintings do look nice but then you do have a lot of work to do on your artskills , just keep practiceing and you will get there , and your topic's they are very enlighting to a certain point , a lot of folks dont give a shit about what you have to say , but thats ok you keep doing what your doing , in the end nobody will remember a damn thing anybody says after they are dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7075584527446147176?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7075584527446147176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/wondering.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7075584527446147176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7075584527446147176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/wondering.html' title='wondering'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7251889627958219487</id><published>2009-09-15T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:32:39.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_cskPWl1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/a7RLvW25NK8/s1600-h/3+of+seasons+of+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_cskPWl1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/a7RLvW25NK8/s320/3+of+seasons+of+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381762737931458386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_cr6anRAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sWrez-R8W6U/s1600-h/2+of+seasons+of+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_cr6anRAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sWrez-R8W6U/s320/2+of+seasons+of+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381762726704399362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_crT4F9mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2JfRSjCsVKU/s1600-h/1+of+seasons+of+the+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_crT4F9mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2JfRSjCsVKU/s320/1+of+seasons+of+the+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381762716359063138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m at it again , I have 3 of 4 painting done now , and getting  better at figuring out how to use photoshop for painting , I just cant wait to see how much better I going to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7251889627958219487?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7251889627958219487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7251889627958219487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7251889627958219487'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sq_cskPWl1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/a7RLvW25NK8/s72-c/3+of+seasons+of+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4515024476662727974</id><published>2009-09-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:12:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I've been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgs35Yk1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tbtpRHW2Xk0/s1600-h/Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgs35Yk1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tbtpRHW2Xk0/s320/Dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515341440848722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgsl4iocI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0EWuBoNIWpk/s1600-h/seasceen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgsl4iocI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0EWuBoNIWpk/s320/seasceen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515336605475266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SqfgsL8PYCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A3OHuf2PN9Q/s1600-h/the+street+lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SqfgsL8PYCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/A3OHuf2PN9Q/s320/the+street+lamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515329641668642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SqfgrknMTyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouikGJclC4U/s1600-h/Stary+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SqfgrknMTyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ouikGJclC4U/s320/Stary+flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515319084404514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgrat53cI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oqxcMKm0OlE/s1600-h/color+study+noodletheif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgrat53cI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oqxcMKm0OlE/s320/color+study+noodletheif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515316428201410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are some painting that I have been doing in photoshop ,Im on a binge now to learn how to paint in photoshop. I forget everything else most of the time when I start doing art , its the one thing that I have always loved but never had the money to go to college for it , but thats ok , Im still learning how to make pictures come out the way I want them too. I cant wait each morning when I wake up to get started on learning something new. yeah I know they all may look like kid paintings but I guess in a way you can say Im a baby to this , well all but the dragon , that I did in pencil , and it was the first dragon Ive ever drawed so yeah Im pretty proud of it , now I cant wait till I get good enough in photoshop to really do it some justice . All Truthful comments are welcome , thehehhhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4515024476662727974?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4515024476662727974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-ive-been-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4515024476662727974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4515024476662727974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-ive-been-doing.html' title='what I&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sqfgs35Yk1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tbtpRHW2Xk0/s72-c/Dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-5049209040384696690</id><published>2009-08-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:56:41.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>subject of Assumeing</title><content type='html'>why is it that a lot of people ASSUME , lets break that word down  Ass/ U/ Me , see in using Assume you are making an Ass out of you and me , Im NOT an Ass , dont know about yourself but Im not ,might act like one sometimes. people assume that because you might talk to someone that has a reputation of causing trouble that you are the same by just talking to them, NOT always the case , or you like talking to someone but then they get it in their head that you want to take them off somewhere and cybersex their pixelated brains out ,, NO not that either , dont have to do that I HAVE SOME I LOVE VERY MUCH. this is all a form of judgeing , your judgeing someone for your own thoughts you have about a certain situation or what you think is on their mind to do. Dont do this if Im going to be judged on anything then judge me for my characther , for things you have known Ive done , judge me for my smart mouth judge me for what you see not for what you think I want or what you think that I might do. To me these are qualitys about yourself that you think that others will be the same way , remember we are NOT all the same. what a boreing world if that were the case. Someone once got mad at me because I reacted to a situation in my way , I asked a question he gave an answer , case closed I walked out of the room to finish what I was doing , then he comes out upset thinking that I wanted him to follow me and continue the conversaton , repeating to me that I had displayed the classic signs of a woman wanting to be petted. He then told me that a case study had been done and my body language had displayed all the signs. which this in turn really did cause me to go into a rage ,because in the first case Ive never been in a dadjim case study,nor on a couch of any kind talking to a doctor of that degree so HOW can someone that doesnt Know me know how Im going to react to a situation ,, Body lanugage  tells us that crossing our arms across our chest displays a sign of feeling threaten , or putting our hands on our hips displays a sign of aggression ,, I do this all the time even when there is NOone around me , why cause my arms arn't long enough to reach up my ass, ITS because I dont have anything else to do with my arms while Im standing waiting for my dog to finish her business ,, gees come on now what am I feeling threatend by , the Grass , air , trees ,, gees , now do you see what I mean .you can not assume nor can you judge someone on how you think they should or shouldnt react or act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-5049209040384696690?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5049209040384696690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/subject-of-assumeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5049209040384696690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5049209040384696690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/subject-of-assumeing.html' title='subject of Assumeing'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-1000210799636886925</id><published>2009-08-19T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:24:26.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoxDSKOQ50I/AAAAAAAAAE4/sBMe1BLM2oc/s1600-h/Kirstens+S18+%28204%29+2009-07-24+13-06-02-80.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoxDSKOQ50I/AAAAAAAAAE4/sBMe1BLM2oc/s320/Kirstens+S18+%28204%29+2009-07-24+13-06-02-80.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371742434807048002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born of Landii Mermaid and Wolfrider elf ,she lived many years in the land of her father , with the tratits from her father she has some of the abilites of the Wolfrider elfs , but these are limited due to the fact that she is mixed. most of her magic abilities are limited. and because of her fathers race being hybirds theirselves they are mortal. she can be killed but hopes to live a very long life. She can and does bond with animals this is called Animal bonding which gives her the empathic  or telepathic connection with animals Mainly wolves. she can not start fires and control them like those members of her fathers tribe, but she did learn the Freezing stare, this has gotten her out of a lot of trouble this ability gives her the power to paralize an animal or intelligent being . she can not fly like other members of her fathers tribe but she can when angered to that point Black send. in which she sends in such a manner to cause psychic pain. there are so many of the wolfrider abilitys that she did not receive but with what she does have she can protect herself. Being able to live many years on land is due to the fact of her mothers race .The Landii Mermaids have the ability to transform from a creature with no legs to one with legs. she recieved from her mother a singing voice that can enchant the ears of a god. unlike her mothers people she can not raise and clam storms at will , the times she has tried ended in disaster so she doesnt try this. many belive that the mermaids can breath underwater but this is not the case , they are like dolphians they have to rise to the surface for air, but they do have the ability to stay under longer then humans or other races, she can swim in any body of water be it ocean , sea , lakes and rivers,. Mermaids dont have any magical abilites in themselves as many believe that they do , what magic ability they do have is most of the time in the form of an object , like a mirror , comb that is worn in their hair or a necklace or just a simple sea shell , they can make potions but tchebbe has never tried to make potions , she just might start , although she is a great swimmer she can not Speed swim like her mothers people and this with in its self gives her the chance of being caught and ate if she is not careful , there are many that have been known to capture mermaids and eat them , and tchebbe does not want to end up as the special guest menu  on someones supper plate. Sometimes you might see tchebbe wear a necklace around her neck that was given to her by her mother when she was a baby right before her mother died as was told to her by her father . What if any powers this necklace holds tchebbe does not know she has never tried to channel to it , to her its just a keepsake from her mother. mostly tchebbe is a happy go lucky person that does love to tease and might be caught flirting sometimes. She sometimes goes off by herself  so no one can find her to swim in the rivers and lay upon the rocks to dry during these times she is very  vunerable and if perchance someone happend upon her she would be at their mercy if they caught her napping .&lt;br /&gt;the faster she dries the faster she gets her land legs back.&lt;br /&gt;referance : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/elves_(elfquest)&lt;br /&gt;http://h20.wikia.com/wiki/mermaid&lt;br /&gt;http://www.Trynne.com/species html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base Race: mermaid&lt;br /&gt;Race name :halfelf ( wolfrider elf)&lt;br /&gt;Alginment : netural&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-1000210799636886925?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1000210799636886925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/born-of-landii-mermaid-and-wolfrider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1000210799636886925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1000210799636886925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/born-of-landii-mermaid-and-wolfrider.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoxDSKOQ50I/AAAAAAAAAE4/sBMe1BLM2oc/s72-c/Kirstens+S18+%28204%29+2009-07-24+13-06-02-80.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7429080794308325859</id><published>2009-08-15T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:05:48.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch in use</title><content type='html'>Someone asked for everyone's difinintion of the word Bitch , I wrote what my meaning of the term was but then thought about it How did this word become a slang word used to discribe many different things about a woman and in some cases a man.  I myself have been called this many times in the past , NOT for the way I acted , but because some felt that I was takening their job away from them when in reality I just wanted to work and provide for my daughters ( single mother ) I never got into the industry to prove a point, but I did have to prove myself over and over that I could do the job and when I stopped , I can proudly say that I finished with a driveing recored of safty that would surpass many. Each day I would hear the word " Bitch" throwed at me " Bitch go back home " Bitch your taking our job away from us " Bitch  this Bitch that " Finally I came back at them " I would rather be a Bitch then a Dog , A dog will smell anythings Ass and a Bitch wont" this little phrase finally shut most of them up .. why you asked because I was referring to them as the counter part of the female Bitch ,, the Dog , Why because most over the road drivers are out there for months at a time and most do not have the self disapline and would pay anything for sexual favors , they knew I knew this , To them I was a Bitch because as one difinition puts it "  a strong or assertive woman, one who might make men feel threatened.&lt;br /&gt;now for the rest , I found this information at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitch&lt;br /&gt;the word Bitch has been a derogatory term for women since the 14th century . the word Bitch comes from the 1150 word bicche, which was developed from the old english word bicce, and also may have been derived from the old Icelandic word bikkja for " female dog " its earliest slang meaning mainly referred to the sexual behavior of women .early applications were to a promiscuous or sensual woman, a metaphorical extension of the behavior of a bitch in heat. Herein lies the original point of the powerful insult &lt;i&gt;son of a bitch,&lt;/i&gt; found as &lt;i&gt;biche sone&lt;/i&gt; ca. 1330 in &lt;i&gt;Arthur and Merlin&lt;/i&gt; ... while in a spirited exchange in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chester_Mystery_Plays" title="Chester Mystery Plays"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chester Play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ca. 1400) a character demands: “Whom callest thou queine, skabde bitch?” (“Who are you calling a whore, you miserable bitch?”). Bitch remained a strong insult through the ninteenth century.&lt;br /&gt;In the 20th century , " Bitch " has become less vulgar . The term can refer to a person or thing that is very difficult .' However, it is still derogatory and anti-woman by default.&lt;br /&gt;it can also be used as a self -description as an unfaily difficult person.&lt;br /&gt;In modern feminism " bitch " has varied reappropriated meanings  that may connote a strong female ( anti -stereotype of the weak submissive woman ) cunning ( equal to males in mental guile) or can be a backhanded compliment for someone who has excelled in an achievement .&lt;br /&gt;in each culture pop culture and Hip hop culture the term Bitch has lost a lot of its insult.&lt;br /&gt;Now in the reference to Men :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When used to describe a male, "bitch" may also confer the meaning of subordinate, especially to another male, as in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prison" title="Prison"&gt;prison&lt;/a&gt;. Generally, this term is used to indicate that the person is acting outside the confines of their gender roles, such as when women are assertive or aggressive, or when men are passive or servile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the context of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prison_sexuality" title="Prison sexuality"&gt;prison sexuality&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt; is a lower-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hierarchy" title="Hierarchy"&gt;hierarchy&lt;/a&gt; prisoner, typically physically weak or vulnerable, who is dominated by more senior prisoners and forced to adopt a servile role. According to convention, these inmates are used as sexual slaves or traded as personal property. &lt;sup id="cite_ref-inmate-steve_15-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitch#cite_note-inmate-steve-15"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;16&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A "prison bitch" can also refer to any subservient entity, as in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Rushkoff" title="Douglas Rushkoff"&gt;Douglas Rushkoff&lt;/a&gt; description of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft" title="Microsoft"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yahoo" title="Yahoo" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt; partnership: "Yahoo is merely hooking up with the most alpha male company it can still find in order to survive. Microsoft will soon turn Yahoo into its prison bitch, and this won’t be pretty." &lt;sup id="cite_ref-rushkoff_16-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitch#cite_note-rushkoff-16"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;17&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that was easier to copy and paste ,, thehee but hope everyone enjoys reading and now we know where the Slang term of Bitch started ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7429080794308325859?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7429080794308325859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitch-in-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7429080794308325859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7429080794308325859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitch-in-use.html' title='Bitch in use'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-1244686143168944163</id><published>2009-08-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:42:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures from our Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLUKujlYsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TX4r5627Hws/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLUKujlYsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TX4r5627Hws/s320/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369086986540114626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the cat on the fence , Blak thought it was stuffed and put there , he called it his " Cailf exbhit state of mind, until I called the cat " Snowball" and it came to be petted. He asked me if I knew the cat ,, nope just figured that was its name since it was pure white. thehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLR1_OR7PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VobpcVJTV-Y/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLR1_OR7PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VobpcVJTV-Y/s320/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369084431213653234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is in the Cherokee Indian Reservation over to the left is where I want our wedding to be held where the two streams come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRSgmECKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bMcyXkTwNtE/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRSgmECKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bMcyXkTwNtE/s320/Picture+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369083821696485538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRSS1bKRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U5pPTEHY7xU/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRSS1bKRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U5pPTEHY7xU/s320/Picture+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369083818002819346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRR2sOJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/oD0ycsXpJvc/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRR2sOJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/oD0ycsXpJvc/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369083810448025442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy I would say this Duck sure had a lot of babies to contend with better her then me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRRXn7pQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pdKoGh3aT8w/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRRXn7pQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pdKoGh3aT8w/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369083802108536066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these were made from the window of our flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRQlVo44I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sSCGc7W1IRc/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLRQlVo44I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sSCGc7W1IRc/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369083788610036610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-1244686143168944163?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1244686143168944163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-pictures-from-our-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1244686143168944163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1244686143168944163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-pictures-from-our-vacation.html' title='A few pictures from our Vacation'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SoLUKujlYsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TX4r5627Hws/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-827828368458951580</id><published>2009-08-09T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:23:10.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeap as I said would be easier for me to learn Ballet , then him takeing pity on my femininity and getting rid of the Dead rat, he hands ME the BAG !!! gees dont he know that there are somethings that a MAN MUST do for his woman and I think this is one of those things , tehehehhe , He tells me to put it in the bag drop it over the side and when WE ,NOT He ,,, go out then the bag will be picked up and carried to the trash outside , but here again , when I take my dog out for a walk I will be expected to carry the dead rat bag down to the trash , YEAH RIGHT!!! I brought up the fact that I would be the one that will go out the door first, he goes he wasnt thinking of that fact ,, Yeah Right , thehehe he is NOT fooling me, "faints " where has chiverly gone in this day and age .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-827828368458951580?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/827828368458951580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeap-as-i-said-would-be-easier-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/827828368458951580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sn7wvNnCdZI/AAAAAAAAADw/QyH4Huu7BIM/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sn7wvNnCdZI/AAAAAAAAADw/QyH4Huu7BIM/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367992499770127762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ive wrote about this Dude before , well 4 am this morning I am awake ( because we came back from a little walking trip and laid down and didnt get up again till around 8pm) any way I go out on the porch to have a smoke ,, yes Im still smoking , and what do I find laying there right near the sliding screen , a present from Dude !!!!! as we all know cats , it wasnt the kind that most of us are thrilled about getting either , Im just glad it wasnt ALIVE !!!!!!!!! but still , it is nice to know that even if I dont eat RAT'S !!! that he thought enough of me to bring me something he had caught , knowning full well this ole stray cat doesnt get much in the way of food anyway , I gave him some Cat food for his present , but he is just as content to sit on the bannister while I pet his head , or if I sit down he climbs up in my lap to be petted , thehehhehe NOW the Trick is , in getting BLAK to remove the Dead RAT , I might have a better chance of learning Ballet I dont know we will see , going to act all freaked out about me doing it so he will take pity on me and get rid of the Dead rat for me ,, tehhhehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-9009651552805631141?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9009651552805631141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SnskhtVWJPI/AAAAAAAAADo/KvsfaoZ6OHY/s72-c/Picture+past+pictures+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-410764299032993442</id><published>2009-08-06T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:40:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from a week of vacation in Maggie Valley N.C. the time there was great , I finally got to get some fried green tomatos and I fixed Blak some fried potatos and ramps , thehee Momma wasnt too pleased about the ramps because they stank the whole house up, they smell really bad, but are very good , something like a gralice and onion crossed. we had homemade icecream at my aunts house which I havent had in a long time, My family couldnt get over the fact of how much weight I had gained ,, tehehheh my poor uncle didnt even know who I was until I started talking , he then looked at me in such a surprised look and yelled " Girl Somebody's Done a Super Sized you " I thought we all were going to fall off the porch laughing soo hard. for once in untold number of years all my siblings were together , and boy has time played havoc on us , tehheeh NOw thats what happens when you get older , we looked like the bigbutt family , I couldnt help but laugh at how much we each have changed and then not changed, the rest of them always try to outtalk each other , me I can never get a word in edgewise with them so I stay quite , but all and all it was a great vacation , well not including the day Blak and I got ticks all over us , I was about to strip in the towtruck drivers truck , ( Momma's car broke down on a mountain top where we were looking at a house for sale ) when we got to the grarge Blak wouldnt check to see if I had ticks on my butt , I know I embrassed him , but them things are Creepy and carry rocky mountain spotted fever and lyme deasies , I didnt want one on me Anywhere , theheh we freaked out for two days , but I think we got them all off , teheh but the Blackberrys were good anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-410764299032993442?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/410764299032993442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-week-of-vacation-in-maggie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/410764299032993442'/><link rel='self' 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link for Ramps to let those who dont know what they  are read about them and lost what I had soo , this is short of it ,, Fried green tomatoes , with Ramps and scrambled eggs ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-6569132395345054894?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6569132395345054894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpsouthernfood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/6569132395345054894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/6569132395345054894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpsouthernfood.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-6085499299157970189</id><published>2009-07-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:09:44.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day is upon us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sms8QugA1yI/AAAAAAAAADY/V1jbbz-39bE/s1600-h/Picture+past+pictures+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sms8QugA1yI/AAAAAAAAADY/V1jbbz-39bE/s320/Picture+past+pictures+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362446039372584738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Day we leave for North Carolina , I cant wait, although there are last minute things that have to be done , like packing Blaks cloths , its funny I think that old saying is true , a man forgets how to dress his self when he has a woman , in this case its he has forgotten how to pack his own cloths , thehhehe ,Im not as nervous as I was , I was so scared that something would go wrong and we wouldnt get to go , or that when we got there , Blak wouldnt want me to come back with him , My head was filled with all kinds of what if 's and I was reacting in a bad way , finally Blak made me tell him what was going on so I sat down and told him my fears , and of course I was laughed at , Sometimes I get so Scared , that this is all a dream , that I will wake up and Blak wont be there or that he wont want me to be in his life anylonger ,I know these may sound like unfounded fears but really they are not. I try not to let my past enterfear with my now but sometimes it comes rushing in and slaps me in the face telling me to not let my guard down all the way that Im going to get hurt once again, but I shake it off because NOW is NOT my past and he is not who is in my past , he is not who put all these fears and abuse in my head, he is not the one that has ever told me that I would never be good enough for any man to want to spend the rest of his life with ,, he is NOT the one that told me that the only thing I was good for was to be a mans bedwhore. Each time Blak talks of the future its OUR future not just his or mine but OuRs , that right there should tell me that Iam a part of him (smiles). Enough of this , Ive let out too much this day , and Mr.Snorei is still in there cutting Z's , Will miss Everbody while we are gone , althougth I will have my laptop , I dont have everyones emails or IM, so I will talk to everyone when we get Back ,, Love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-6085499299157970189?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6085499299157970189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-day-is-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/6085499299157970189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/6085499299157970189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-day-is-upon-us.html' title='The Big Day is upon us'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sms8QugA1yI/AAAAAAAAADY/V1jbbz-39bE/s72-c/Picture+past+pictures+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-7315186231488063600</id><published>2009-07-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:24:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmSaPVgFJII/AAAAAAAAADQ/6RngJSQhnog/s1600-h/moveing+picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmSaPVgFJII/AAAAAAAAADQ/6RngJSQhnog/s320/moveing+picture.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360579044738147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the count down begins. Sunday we will be flying to North Carolina for a week and Im trying to stop smoking , Im using the patches put my first one on last night, tehehee it said that if you have a lot of vivid dreams would be best to use during the day , well didnt think that I had such vivid dreams until last night , tehehhehe Poor Blak , good thing I know that he isnt a womaninzeing whore dog  and that I knew the women in that dream are actors from some crazy 60's and 90's show and that Lorrne Green is dead although now Im haveing a craveing for Bread pudding tehehhehhe , I can iminage some poor soul that has used the patch over night and had a dream similar to mine and their husband , boyfrined , girlfriend , wife , wake up with bruises all over them , because of some crazy vivid dream the one that is trying to stop smoking has had ,, maybe that was the reason why they had to put that warning on there . thehheeh as long as its dreams like that I think I can handle it ,but now if I get to dreaming about Spiders ,, THAT will Be a different Story , and Blak WILL problaray get hit in his sleep ,, thehehhehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7315186231488063600?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7315186231488063600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/count-down-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7315186231488063600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7315186231488063600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/count-down-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmSaPVgFJII/AAAAAAAAADQ/6RngJSQhnog/s72-c/moveing+picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-656122270153579751</id><published>2009-07-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:02:13.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmIACEU5pTI/AAAAAAAAADI/thXANus9fko/s1600-h/100-beautiful-free-textures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmIACEU5pTI/AAAAAAAAADI/thXANus9fko/s320/100-beautiful-free-textures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359846542045455666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Dreams become lost&lt;br /&gt;We dream our dreams growing up and when we are grown&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we dream of having that perfect family maybe one that we didnt have growing up&lt;br /&gt;and we want so hard for this dream to be true , sometimes at the cost of your own well being&lt;br /&gt;but is it worth it , is it worth the heartack the trails and the let downs&lt;br /&gt;is it worth finding out that Really that dream that you clinged to for SO long is never going to be&lt;br /&gt;you finally face the truth and leave that dream behind&lt;br /&gt;and have another dream one where you give all to the ones you bring life to&lt;br /&gt;you make sacrifice's for them that even though they will problary never understand but you do it all for them&lt;br /&gt;will they ever understand what was given up in trying to make a dream for them&lt;br /&gt;in trying to make a perfect world for them , where they would have just the basic things that would be needed&lt;br /&gt;to get by, just a home , cloths food , just those basic little things. will they ever understand how much&lt;br /&gt;heartack , how much struggle , was put into just for these simple little basic things that most take for granted&lt;br /&gt;even this dream fails, just this little simple dream but you keep going , you keep dreaming&lt;br /&gt;you hold them in your heart and can only hope one day that they understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-656122270153579751?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/656122270153579751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/656122270153579751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/656122270153579751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmIACEU5pTI/AAAAAAAAADI/thXANus9fko/s72-c/100-beautiful-free-textures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4298893266357069371</id><published>2009-07-17T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:14:50.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmB5L9gonFI/AAAAAAAAADA/iNkVNRPFEBo/s1600-h/jane+and+Arlene.pmg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmB5L9gonFI/AAAAAAAAADA/iNkVNRPFEBo/s320/jane+and+Arlene.pmg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359416802967854162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A womans prayer to growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh dear lord ,&lt;br /&gt;      Please let me grow old gracefully .&lt;br /&gt;Please let me have the sense to know&lt;br /&gt;that when I'm old , I'm old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear lord.&lt;br /&gt; Please don't let me have a drop  in my mind and I falter back to the&lt;br /&gt;fashions of my youth .&lt;br /&gt;No tight fitting bluejeans , no seethrough tops, No belly shirts, No poka -a-dot bikini's&lt;br /&gt;No high heeled shoes, No miniskirts,&lt;br /&gt;No daisy dukes, and dear lord when I get to that age of when everything is a sagging and a bagging  and dropping to the floor ,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll have mind enough to know that then is not the time to start  wearing  Thong panties.&lt;br /&gt;There 's only so much that little string can  hold up .,and as for the&lt;br /&gt;make-up&lt;br /&gt;Let me have mind enough to know&lt;br /&gt;that what once was attractive would  only look like a bug splattered on a window shield&lt;br /&gt;SPLAT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I ask Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me grow  old gracefully to let me  know that when I'm old, I'm old&lt;br /&gt;                       Amen&lt;br /&gt;P. 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Dear Lord ,&lt;br /&gt;Please Never , Never, Never, Ever let me wear Spandix !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4298893266357069371?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4298893266357069371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/womans-prayer-to-growing-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4298893266357069371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4298893266357069371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/womans-prayer-to-growing-old.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SmB5L9gonFI/AAAAAAAAADA/iNkVNRPFEBo/s72-c/jane+and+Arlene.pmg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-2665760926148534402</id><published>2009-07-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:32:39.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7lltZ-6-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HozeIKWXv78/s1600-h/Valsharen_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7lltZ-6-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HozeIKWXv78/s320/Valsharen_002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358973042623966178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7lJUv7hPI/AAAAAAAAACw/uFylG3JscOE/s1600-h/Snapshot_041.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7lJUv7hPI/AAAAAAAAACw/uFylG3JscOE/s320/Snapshot_041.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358972554968794354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7j3KmnCFI/AAAAAAAAACo/oWBrgHgkLKY/s1600-h/Snapshot_028.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7j3KmnCFI/AAAAAAAAACo/oWBrgHgkLKY/s320/Snapshot_028.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358971143496075346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7hwNee6aI/AAAAAAAAACg/YoZ5KgSXdl4/s1600-h/Snapshot_030.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7hwNee6aI/AAAAAAAAACg/YoZ5KgSXdl4/s320/Snapshot_030.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358968824984955298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 a few pictures of Secondlife of places Ive visted .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-2665760926148534402?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2665760926148534402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-pictures-of-secondlife-of-places.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2665760926148534402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2665760926148534402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-pictures-of-secondlife-of-places.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Sl7lltZ-6-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HozeIKWXv78/s72-c/Valsharen_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-220829609504203338</id><published>2009-07-15T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:33:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there sits an old man in my memory&lt;br /&gt;his face wrinkled with years of life&lt;br /&gt;his hands big and strong but gentle&lt;br /&gt;and kind&lt;br /&gt;his hair white from age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there he sits in his cane back chair&lt;br /&gt;gentle dusting out the old tabacco&lt;br /&gt;in his pipe, he pulls out his tabacco&lt;br /&gt;pack and gathers up fresh packing it&lt;br /&gt;in to his pipe again,pulling out a&lt;br /&gt;stick match he stirkes it againest&lt;br /&gt;the wooden porch the smell of sulfur&lt;br /&gt;lingering in the air as he touchs the&lt;br /&gt;fire to his pipe , puffing he soon has&lt;br /&gt;a string of smoke lingering in the air &lt;br /&gt;around him , the look of pleasure covers&lt;br /&gt;his face , gentle he reachs down and&lt;br /&gt;gather's  me on his lap , looking out&lt;br /&gt;across the mountain tops , remembering&lt;br /&gt;days of his youth telling us stories&lt;br /&gt;of his advantures. our face's light up&lt;br /&gt;listening to those wonderful stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-220829609504203338?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-2947895105297449054</id><published>2009-07-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:14:22.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a Saturday this has turned out to be , Ive spent most of the day laying on the bed with the TV watching me , tehhheeh dont know what it is everytime I go in to maybe watch a little Tv , I fall asleep,but I had company , my little dog and two of our cats made sure I was safe while I lingered in the land of dreams. Although I dont remember any dream"Speaking of Dreams , the other day I was given a notecard to read about this persons Blog and being the nosie person Iam , YeS Im nosie , I started digging somemore into that persons other Blogs her personal blog and there I found where she has been writeing about her Bad Dreams , Well Dudh if your Ass didnt do all the Shit you do to others maybe they wouldnt manafisit theirselves in your Dreams.Im a Firm beliver that what you do wrong to others will come back to haunt you and Seems this is the very thing that is happening to this person, ( Haunt, Haunt , Haunt bad dreams Haunt ).These are things I try not to do , is be mean to others in the way this person has been, for the most part I like everybody I might get upset at what they do sometimes and tell them but that Doesnt mean I dont like them , and always if Im in the wrong Im woman enough to say Im sorry , because if I cant ask forgiveness and accept others forgiveness , HOW can I expect the same from someone else , in other words if you can not forgive others how the hell do you expect them to forgive you of your short comings Cause People weither you want to Admit it or Not We all have our short comings , havent seen any of us yet flying around with white wings and a halo , Oh wait thats whats been makieng my Ass Itch ,, Im molteing , tehhehehh , LIFE is Too Damn Short to Deal with Bullshit , Laugh about all the bullshit , it Helps belive me it helps ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-2947895105297449054?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2947895105297449054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-saturday-this-has-turned-out-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2947895105297449054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2947895105297449054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-saturday-this-has-turned-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-2214770535493128849</id><published>2009-07-08T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:53:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day and I cant really get on Secondlife. which my video card maybe in the mail now ( looks over at Blak to see if he is going to go up to the mailbox anytime soon) , while I wait Ive been playing around with wings3D , its fun but I still can not get the concept that it only works on xyz I see something in my head that I try to make in wings 3D but those lines just wont go the way I think they should go , but I did manage to make a mushroom , Yea Me !! , I will get the hang of it Hopefully, just got to set aside that part of my brain that does creative things and sort of think like a mathmatishion , how ever you spell it ,, ( digging hard in there for that part finding cobwebs yeap I think Im getting to the right area of my brain for that ) . made some rice pudding this morning then I remember Blak doesnt like it , tehhhe but that means more for me , funny as a kid I couldnt stand the stuff , but I expermented around a little and came up with a recipie that I like , so I have a whole cassarrol dish of Rice pudding to myself ( looks down a hips ) yeah like I really need it. teheehhhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-2214770535493128849?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2214770535493128849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-and-i-cant-really-get-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2214770535493128849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/2214770535493128849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-and-i-cant-really-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-8673300352800801039</id><published>2009-07-07T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:58:25.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its early in the morning and once again Ive woken up , this seems to be my normal return , this morning I woke up talking in my sleep but I cant remember what I was talking about or what I was saying , oh well , I saw Redsojana and Amin this morning and Fidelis before I scooted off to bed to snuggle up next to Blak, he is Soo sweet even in his sleep he reaches over and lays a reasureing hand on my side ,Ive come accustomed to this , sometimes if he's hand isnt on my somewhere while I drift off to dream land I feel that there is a part of me not there. its funny how you go to never wanting to fall in love with anyone ever again because of being hurt by others soo much , but there comes a time that you have to put all that behind you and always remember that the one your with now is NOT the ones from your past. Im so glad I made my mind up to not do this with him and he is NOT like anyone else I have ever been with , he always says he cant understand what I see in him , Really I cant understand what he see's in me, I tease him relentlessly, one day maybe he will tell me , " yawns " as per my normal return Im going back to bed and get a little bit more shut eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-8673300352800801039?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8673300352800801039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-early-in-morning-and-once-again-ive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/8673300352800801039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/8673300352800801039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-early-in-morning-and-once-again-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-1762545530835322398</id><published>2009-07-06T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:41:33.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the fouth of July has come and gone , did nothing special this year just sit in the house played on the computer , fussed the whole time because I couldnt do anything on Secondlife, thehe Three computers here in front of me and NOT one mind you NOT one could run Secondlife decent, but its all right hopefully I will be getting the replacement back in the mail in a couple of days ( Sure hope so) , it wont be long now till we will be going back to where Im from , I cant wait to See Blaks face when he mets my Crazy family , he may want to turn around and grab the first plane back out of there, He works so hard he Really deserves this and I hope he loves it there as much as I do. Im taken the Biggest suitcase that we have , I plan on bringing a lot of things back with us one being all my photographs , the other Im going to get me some green Tomatos , you would think with this being the captail of the veggie and fruit industry that they would sell these things out here but NOOo , I get the craziest looks in the grocery store when I ask if they have green tomatos , gees these people out here dont know what good eating is. I cant wait to get some cornbread, and I know momma will have a cake or pie or some kind of sweet made, Seems like that is something that all southern women had in their kitchens , you would either have some cornbread to nibble on , a homemade biscuit , or a pie or some thing of that nature, but there was always something to nibble on. theeh if I do that here well Im the only one to eat the sweets and I think Ive got enough spreaded on these hips , thhehe well he has gone to bed now so Im going to go crawl in beside him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-1762545530835322398?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1762545530835322398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-fouth-of-july-has-come-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1762545530835322398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/1762545530835322398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-fouth-of-july-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-8691778787112795676</id><published>2009-07-06T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:29:11.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A stream back home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SlHCzjxpiFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1Q0_BxXgT0M/s1600-h/Picture+past+pictures+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkkGUuWAmSI/AAAAAAAAACA/-lR4S05FK7o/s320/dude.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352816585214040354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-7212141052532745572?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7212141052532745572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7212141052532745572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/7212141052532745572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkkGUuWAmSI/AAAAAAAAACA/-lR4S05FK7o/s72-c/dude.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4129922150226999772</id><published>2009-06-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:13:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>he is just an ole stray cat roaming the neighborhood looking for his daily meals , ears taitered and torne  from all the cat fights he has encountred , but yet he stays close to me , doesnt ask for anything just a stratch behind the ears or to lay on my lap ,he follows me everywhere I go outside&lt;br /&gt;I go to take my dog out and he is ever present sitting beside me waiting for us to go back up the steps to our little apartment ,there he sits on the poarch waiting for me to come outside so he can just stand beside me . Sometimes I wonder if we could not take lessons from this old stray dude , he give love unconditional , Never asking for anything in return and if so Not much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-4129922150226999772?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4129922150226999772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4129922150226999772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/4129922150226999772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-5986602339144726830</id><published>2009-06-28T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:35:26.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well here is my attempt back into my artwork , this is the first watercolor Ive done in like over humm well I know 15 years , which I wasnt very much into watercolor , I like to experiment, so I found something I like in the watercolor line of tools. Hope everyone enjoys it ,, comments welcome , tehhe , Now what has been happening ,, Friday a bunch of us got together on sl that used to roleplay together , it was great seeing everyone I'll have to post the pictures Faun and I took, here. it would be great to do that again, in sl Im trying to make a victorian dress , Man I wish we had Sewing machines , Now I know I could get it made then , theehe but I guess its sort of like the same process , but I get soo pissed when I cant make them prims do what I want them to do  but as we know , or I think that the building process was developed by a Math man ,, theehh .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-5986602339144726830?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5986602339144726830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-here-is-my-attempt-back-into-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5986602339144726830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/5986602339144726830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-here-is-my-attempt-back-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-4307007435329998242</id><published>2009-06-28T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:26:39.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times past .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/Skff5i2_CfI/AAAAAAAAABw/kQFcvXvJQtE/s1600-h/Times+Past+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Never in a million years did I ever think that I would be on a computer  much less in a " dont know if you could call it a game or not but ok we will call it a game , where I have met so many great people , One of them being the Man of My Dreams although at the time I didnt know it , but he is and Iam with him in Real life . I can truely say that I have at last found love, and found it from a computer , tehheheheh lawd what is the world comeing too. I also found something there called Roleplay , where any one can be a Secondlife Movie star in their own world . I love this its such great fun to see how creative everyone can be , interacting with each other , playing out a story line that feeds off each other , its Never ending sometimes it goes in area's where you never thought to imiange. thhehe maybe next we all will have to watch out for the poparazzi ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-3715569531873123162?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3715569531873123162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-getting-hang-of-this-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/3715569531873123162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/3715569531873123162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-getting-hang-of-this-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863508566842609865.post-8763544157197100661</id><published>2009-06-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:54:29.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the birth of a Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok I sit here fumbleing through this thing called " create a blog " after it telling me countless times that I didnt do this or didnt do that ,, Gees Gads the errors of Moderan tech, Ive finally created this Blog , NOw Im like a Momma hen with a Baby Duck ,, What the Hell do I do with this thing , Well I will think of something later what to do with it ,, enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4863508566842609865-8763544157197100661?l=tchebbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8763544157197100661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-birth-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/8763544157197100661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863508566842609865/posts/default/8763544157197100661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tchebbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-birth-of-blog.html' title='on the birth of a Blog'/><author><name>tchebbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11061761858945861585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iC-h7-DFioY/SkKHni6M2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q8YjjJJTGZQ/S220/tchebbe+Valsharen.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
