<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:58:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am who I want to be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-113224720355092202</id><published>2005-11-17T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:06:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just want to take this oppertunity to thank everyone involved for an amazing marching season. We really pulled together and accomplished some amazing things. I just want to tell you all how proud I truley am of all we have accomplished this year. Ahhh the field show. It was a lot of really hard work and early mornings arn't always the best times to try and get along with lots of other people. Thanks for pulling together to make it happen. I love you all!(even if you were out of step jk). I guess what I'm thanking you for the most is for giving me a job. Without you guys it wouldn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With All Sincerity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alyse Massey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOUR Drum Major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-113224720355092202?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113224720355092202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=113224720355092202' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/113224720355092202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/113224720355092202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-112751609855256406</id><published>2005-09-23T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:54:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So basically</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So tonight is the performance of our field show. I'm pretty psyched and quite nervous. We've worked super hard. I hope all goes well. My dad and fam will be there. Just for the record I tried to get Sessions to come but I haven't heard from him so I guess it's not gonna happen. For those who don't know this will be my last musical activity(unless you count singing) for a while. If you haven't noticed my wrist brace then your clueless. I'm going in for surgery at 10 on Monday morning. I wish it didn't have to be done but better now than the middle of the competition season. Well I have to go get my uniform and such on. Love, peace and chicken grease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alyse Massey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hurricane High School Drum Major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-112751609855256406?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112751609855256406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=112751609855256406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/112751609855256406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/112751609855256406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-basically.html' title='So basically'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-112422370692615071</id><published>2005-08-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:21:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Senior Schedule</title><content type='html'>So today I accomplished my goal of having the perfect or nearly perfect senior schedule. I have 4 music classes. I wanted to have choir but it didn't work. Tis okay though. I have no math and no science which is a total score seeing as I hate both math and science. So I'm really looking forward to that stuff. This year is gonna rock my going to school world. I'm so excited for the feild show it's going well so far. I'm a little nervous about when we try to put the music and the sets together. It'll be okay though. See ya'll on the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-112422370692615071?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112422370692615071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=112422370692615071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/112422370692615071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/112422370692615071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfect-senior-schedule.html' title='Perfect Senior Schedule'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-112042736553537272</id><published>2005-07-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:49:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Campishness</title><content type='html'>So now band camp is over and our first parade of the season is tomarrow. I'm so excited. It's gonna be fun.  I'm espicially excited about the whole being the drum major thing. I think it's starting to sink. We've learned a lot of new stuff. I want to know what people think about it.  I think things have gone well. Let me know what yall'  think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse-the drum major&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-112042736553537272?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112042736553537272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=112042736553537272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/112042736553537272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/112042736553537272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/band-campishness.html' title='Band Campishness'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111896671840091775</id><published>2005-06-16T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:05:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Major Camp</title><content type='html'>So this last week I went to a Drum Major Camp at UNLV. The first few nights were tough and due to the business of the last few weeks I just wanted to come home and sleep. I leared a lot and it feet like my head was going to explode. To make a long story short I leared a butt load and in the end I was SO glad I went. We did a really cool demo and I had my brother tape it. He didn't do a very good job but if you guys wanna see what I did all week you can check it out. I hope all you band types can appreciate all I went through to make up better. This marching season is gonna rock and the field show is gonna be even better. I have lots of new ideas for improvement and hope to put them to the test. If you have any questions or ideas let me know. Oh yah and all the kids at camp called me UTAH. It was kinda cool. Well, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse Massey-Drum Major '05-06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111896671840091775?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111896671840091775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111896671840091775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111896671840091775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111896671840091775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/drum-major-camp.html' title='Drum Major Camp'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111488570377754949</id><published>2005-04-30T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:28:23.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAZAH</title><content type='html'>So not really to brag but kinda I'm super excited forcome I got the DM position. I worked really hard and it ended up paying off. I'm so excited for next year. The council is gonna be great and I can't wait for the field show. I must admit I am a bit torn to not be marching in the show itself but ah well it's still gonna rock everybody's socks off! Later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse-DM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111488570377754949?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111488570377754949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111488570377754949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111488570377754949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111488570377754949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/hazah.html' title='HAZAH'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111448824645196313</id><published>2005-04-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:04:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DM Try Outs and the works</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;**DISCLAIMER-this is in no way meant to offend anybody**    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Drum Major tryouts as most of you know. I did my silly salute feeling all silly like and continued. I was surprised to find that not just Joe and I were competing for the position. To my surprise Ben and McKray also decided to try out. Maybe it was just me but I didn't feel like they should be allowed to try out. You see I prepared for this tryout quite a bit, from researching on salutes to working on my commands. I feel like preparing so much made me look like a fool. I know my salute looked sillyish but I want you all to know that I really did try and no matter what I hope you all know how much this band has meant to me. It keeps me sane but sometimes being that sane drives me crazy. Well I hope you all know that I'm here, I may be a stinker but when it comes down to it I really do care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse- I think I can, I think I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111448824645196313?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111448824645196313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111448824645196313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111448824645196313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111448824645196313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/dm-try-outs-and-works.html' title='DM Try Outs and the works'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111331955745189456</id><published>2005-04-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T08:25:57.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to State</title><content type='html'>So pretty much everyone else has blogged about it and I thought ah what the heck I might as well. So yah we are going to state. I'm super stoked. It will be great. I really hope that we get to stay over night cuz that would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;     I would just like to tell Mo that he is a wicked cool guy. To take your band to state in the first year is amazing. props to Mo. Not only has he helped us as a band but he has helped me to expand my musical horizion by allowing me to be part of the wonderful world of choir, true it will always be band, espically marching band, at heart but I do also enjoy choir and I know that this experience will further experence my musicalness in my journy to band teacherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRAY FOR OUR BAND DEPARTMENTNESS&lt;br /&gt;Alyse-randomishnesser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111331955745189456?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111331955745189456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111331955745189456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111331955745189456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111331955745189456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/going-to-state.html' title='Going to State'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111274437929624309</id><published>2005-04-05T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:39:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Region Band and other tales of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So basiclly this is just a stress vent so I hope nobody gets offended or hurt or otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      I'm finding myself becoming more and more nervous as region band comes hours closer. I want so badly to do good. To succed in the one thing I love the most means so much.  I'm fairly confident for the most part but that trombone part in Cantabery Coral is causing me stress.  That high note is a killer. Oh well I'll get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Next,  I  really feel like I need to get a job to help to support my family but one's that pay enough to make it worth it my parents won't let me get. I should just drov it but it makes me mad that my mom wont let me get this job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Morley, things with my friends have changes so much. Nothing seems to be the same anymore. One of my friends in particualar had changed sooo much. I miss who she used to be. I guess things are ever changing but I worry whether this change has been for the best.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Oh well, life goes on. I just need to not worry so much but I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alice Malice Massie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111274437929624309?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111274437929624309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111274437929624309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111274437929624309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111274437929624309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/region-band-and-other-tales-of-my.html' title='Region Band and other tales of my heart'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111180484293644848</id><published>2005-03-25T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:40:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Asked to Prom</title><content type='html'>So yah I got asked to prom today and I'm so excited. For any of those who care this is how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the front door to find red balloons all over my house. I continued threw my house to my bedroom door.(Just for the record Lindsey was with me the whole time.) On my door I found a note reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"THE TREASURE HUNT(find the treasure)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You can use the walkie-talkies any time. They have a voice on the other end that will help you if you need help.(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At this time Lindsey handed me  a walkie-talkie&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This could take a while, so do not waste time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do this as fast as you can but do not speed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All you have to do is figure out where the clues want you to go and find the next clues when you get there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You will find some yellow papers when you find the clues, do not lose them and bring the clues with you in you car.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At each place the clues take you, there will be something to find.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You nay be gone for a while so, do anything that needs to be done at you house now, so you will not have to do it later. Example: lock the doors and turn off the lights if you have to.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You will need to bring some of this stuff with you and some of your own stuff; Your phone, the clues, the yellow papers, and the walkie-talkie.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T LOSE THE YELLOW PAPERS!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moreover, remember, each balloon was filled by me and sealed with a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try the walkie-talkie now; it should be on channel 3 or 4."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the walkie-talkie but it didn' t work  so I read the extra note attached to the bottom of the paper, it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Each balloon holds a "Kiss" for you. However, one has the very first clue!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my door to see over 200 balloons everywhere. I looked through them and eventually found one with a big W on it and decided to pop it. Inside was a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"This is a treasure hut just for you, You have found the very first clue!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CLUE IS; grass, dark, cold.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HINT:Use the walkie-talkie if you can't figure it out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a moment and realized it was the LaVerkin park because every time we go there we talk about how cold it is,how wet the grass is and that it is dark. I walked out the door of my house to see it hailing and became a bit nervous. But none the less I headed off on my journey. Arriving at the park I didn't know exactly where to look. I found the next clue on the play equipotent and the clue read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"You've figured out my first rhyme Don't waste time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CLUE IT; A house of a friend of yours and mine. He's funny and we think he's fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was either Zach or Devin but using the little voice I found that it was Zach's house.&lt;br /&gt;I drove up there and on the doorstep found another balloon. I popped it and found another clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Zach's a great friend whit our clue, Find the next and get it too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CLUE IS; Valentines Day, Mckennen, Mckray, Devin and Christine, oh ya a little red truck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was easy because the only other place I had gone on Valentine's Day was to the LaVerkin overlook, I drove out there and the road was really muddy. None the less I trudged on. Upon reaching the top I saw Wesley and his truck. He told me that someone had stolen the candy bar but he had the clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"HINT; Behind you in you car."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got out of my car and opened my trunk finding a rose, the last clue and more candy. The following note was attached:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"THE CLUE IS; There's a guy who want to see you, drive up the hill to get your next clue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes had originally planned for me to drive all the way up to his house but he had been following me all day and decided to not have me drive that far.  With each clue I also found a candy bar, yum.&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty cool. After that Wes and I went bowling and I kicked his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111180484293644848?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111180484293644848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111180484293644848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111180484293644848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111180484293644848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-asked-to-prom.html' title='Being Asked to Prom'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111171481663610390</id><published>2005-03-24T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:40:16.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want for all I care about</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyday you live is a happy one, that makes you realize how much life is worth living.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you wake up and get out of bed every morning knowing that the next time you get bank into bed that you will have done something to make it worth getting up.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never do anything you will regret because if your going to do it why regret it, do the things you will remember and be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize the worth of a smile to those who see it and what is does for you when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that no matter what happens you will always be loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that the one of the  deepest loves is the love that  someone can have for you is the love of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Live everyday to the fullest and each day will continue to get better and better and when you reach the best you have completed a successful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my friends know how much I love and care about them. I know sometimes I'm not the best at showing it but I do try. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice McSquirly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111171481663610390?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111171481663610390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111171481663610390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111171481663610390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111171481663610390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-i-want-for-all-i-care-about.html' title='What I want for all I care about'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111150814337105742</id><published>2005-03-22T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:15:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As most of you know Wes and I have been together for almost 7 months, those of you who didn't know that well you learn something new everyday. He has been truly amazing and always a joy to be with. We have been through a lot together and he has always stuck by my side. This post is kinda a tribute/reminiscence type post. Wes is a great guy and I couldn't ask for anyone better, not just as a boyfriend but as a friend. He has always been that to me and I believe that if or when we break up he will continue to be my friend. Here's some of the cool or otherwise stuff we've done in the last 7 months:&lt;br /&gt;-Got in a wicked car wreck&lt;br /&gt;-Danced in the barn with rain as our only music&lt;br /&gt;-Got chewed out by a big, bald, angry man&lt;br /&gt;-Rode in an ambulance( see top)&lt;br /&gt;-Drove down the street with our heads out the window in the rain&lt;br /&gt;-Rode horses&lt;br /&gt;-Painted toe nails and shaved legs&lt;br /&gt;-Set up many wedding for my mom&lt;br /&gt;-Gone snow boarding&lt;br /&gt;-Been on a road trip to Vegas/Boulder&lt;br /&gt;-sat in a park in the cold and dark in a city neither of us live in&lt;br /&gt;-Built a pine wood derby car for my little brother&lt;br /&gt;-Played on the hay&lt;br /&gt;-watched a plig fall on his face in the mud&lt;br /&gt;-Ate happy meals and sat on the saddle type chair things at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;So many memories I can't even list them all. We've had some good times. I hope he knows that no matter what happens he means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse-the reminiser (or how ever you spell it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111150814337105742?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111150814337105742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111150814337105742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111150814337105742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111150814337105742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-guy.html' title='My Guy'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111119375971934004</id><published>2005-03-18T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:55:59.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trippn'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yesterday my search for the perfect spring break continued as I went on a mini road trip. You see my brothers need to go to Vegas and Wesley needed to go to Boulder so we made it a party. Oh yah Devin came too. Just kidding Dev. So yah First we drove to Vegas, it was really fun except I was ready to kill people. Driving in a car full of kids in traffic isn't exactly my idea of fun. Once we got to Vegas we stopped at my Dad's house and I gave Wes the grand tour. We stayed and messed around for a while but then it was time for the real fun to begin. I drove to the gas station and filled up the van then let Wes take the wheel. I know scary huh. LOL.  We then proceeded to drive to Boulder. Wes did a good job driving through Vegas and then on through the spaghetti bowl. Maybe Wes liked it cuz it was called the spaghetti bowl. I dunno, so anyway we went to Boulder to pick up Kira's, Wes's sister, friend. Once we got there we decided that we wanted to try and skip out on more traffic so we stayed in Boulder for a while. We played at the park and these little kids started playing with us. These little boys, Tanner, Jesse and Jay were all very cute little 5 year olds. After running around, being attacked with pinecones and a chair, and being tickled alot we decided it was time to go. We went to the other side of Boulder to see Wes's old house. It was really cool and I was glad to finally see it.  We then went to grab some food and continue on with our marvels journey.  The drive home was nice.  It was fun to spend the entire day with Wes, the guy I care about the most, and Devin, one of the funniest guys I know. We had tons of fun and on the way home I drove. Most of the drive was nice except for the wreck just between Moapa and Mesquite. We were at a dead stop for at least 10 minutes. After that it was all smooth sailing.  Upon arriving home we were all tired so we went our separate ways with a mind full of memories and a day to never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse- Livin' Life and Loven' It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111119375971934004?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111119375971934004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111119375971934004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111119375971934004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111119375971934004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/road-trippn.html' title='Road Trippn&apos;'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111100214913863434</id><published>2005-03-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:42:29.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So basically yesterday was the bestest day ever. It started early yet refreshing at 7 A.M. I woke up and began to make myself ready for the day. At roughly 8:00 my dear friend and favorite brother who isn't a blood brother showed up ready to hit the slopes. Soon thereafter the hottest and nicest guy I've ever met showed up with his totally awesome mom (for the clueless that's Wes). After making the last preparations we piled into the ever pimpn' van and headed up to Brian Head. The ride up was fun and filled with general conversation. Within this general conversation I found out that Jill and Joe would also be up there to make the experience more enjoyable. Upon arriving we took care of business as fast as possible. As we stood in line to get our boots and boards I heard my name from a small yet cheerful girl. Right off the bat I knew it was Jill. It was especially nice to see Mrs. Busch, you see my mom drove us up and had planed to just chill in the lobby but now my mom would have someone to talk to and that made me happy. Ready for the day we went to the bottom of the bunny hill to teach our dearest friend Zach how to Snowboard seeing as he had never done this type of thing. After much falling down and such we went on the bunny hill. The day was filled with much fun and not as much falling on my part as I expected. Towards the end Wes and I went to a larger hill and took the most beautiful ride up an amazingly long lift ride doing odd and random things such as spitting off the lift and watching it hit the snow. Yah I know kinda grose but it was fun. Upon getting off the lift I found myself a bit nervous we were much higher than I had ever been and it was much colder up high. The ride down was amazing. The thrill of speed eventually overcame me and I flew down the hill. Towards the middle Wes and I sat down to watch people go of the jump on the adjoining trail. It was fun. After a good rest we continued down the hill for the rest of an amazing ride. I had the best time ever and I wouldn't have spent it with anybody else. I feel so lucky to have Wes, he does more for me then he will ever know. I would have to say that as the day came to an end I was sad to see it end even though my knees were aching. As we settled in for the long ride home the sickness I had felt coming the last couple of days finally caught up to me and I realized how tired I was. Zach, Wes and I climbed into the back seat and Zach leaned the seat back and I decide a nap sounded like I good idea. A word to the wise, boys are the most comfortable thing in the entire world. I fell asleep on Wes's chest and slept the whole way home. I slept soooo good and didn't wake up until we were just about home. Then Zach made fun of me for sleeping. It didn't matter though cuz I liked it. After everybody left I got into my pajamas and went to bed. I was so tired but I had just experienced the best day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Alyse-Sick but happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111100214913863434?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111100214913863434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111100214913863434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111100214913863434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111100214913863434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/best-day-ever.html' title='The Best Day Ever'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-111029982368445921</id><published>2005-03-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T08:37:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>Ya ever have one of those days that is just good? I'm having one of those today. I woke up this morning and it was like I was ready to get up. Then I got to school and was actually on time to Spazz Band. That is a great accomplishment. Then Wesley is here today and he dosn't look as sick. It was lonly walking to Seminary alone yesterday. Seminary was good and I even improved on my scripture mastery. Then physics ahhh that class is kinda fun. Tawny brought me my favorite kinda cookie and all was well. Now I'm in my favorite place ever...the band room. I like it here. Well the bell rang so here I go on to the rest of my good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alyse-ever smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-111029982368445921?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111029982368445921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=111029982368445921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111029982368445921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/111029982368445921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-110977890338719366</id><published>2005-03-02T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:55:03.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Carness</title><content type='html'>So basically I got a new car last night. It's like the best thing ever. I thought I wasn't gonna get it till Friday but things just worked out for me. It is a Toyota Tercel and it's a coral/salmon/pinkish color. I like it. Concerning this grand vehicle I have some apologies to make. You see I got really excited about this new car and some other people weren't as excited about my decision and I felt offended. My reaction was wrong but I was caught at the wrong time. Devin if you read this I want you to know I'm sorry. So anyway my car freakn rocks and yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse and her new car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-110977890338719366?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110977890338719366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=110977890338719366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110977890338719366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110977890338719366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-carness.html' title='New Carness'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-110961006067866100</id><published>2005-02-28T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:01:00.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' It up</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like your getting the bad end of a friendship or that your working to put more into something than someone else? Most probobly have but how many have been on the other side, been in a relationship where you feel you have short-handed the other person. Have you ever wondered if someone that you are close to is not getting what they bargined from you? Do you ever feel inatiquite, like your not good enough or as good as someone thought you were? How do you be better and make yourself worth it to someone? How do you keep who you are and still keep someone happy? Have you ever questioned if you are who people think you are? AHHHHHHHHHHHH Millions of Question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyse- Full of Questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-110961006067866100?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110961006067866100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=110961006067866100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110961006067866100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110961006067866100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/livin-it-up.html' title='Livin&apos; It up'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-110954345074486187</id><published>2005-02-27T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T08:54:21.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Lindsey</title><content type='html'>Most of the blogs/posts I have read have have cause problems and hurt feelings. This post is designed to be a tribue to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Sage Eberhard is one of the most amaizing people I have ever met. And she alone has done more for me than many people combined. Our friendship I know came at a perfect time, not to late and not to early. I owe her a lot and I would give anything for her. Few people have ment as much to or done as much for me as she has. Many posts I have read that concerned her have been negative and I wanted to let her know that I love her. I hope that one day people can know her the way I do and I hope that I to can continue to know her better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-110954345074486187?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110954345074486187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=110954345074486187' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110954345074486187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110954345074486187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/tribute-to-lindsey.html' title='A tribute to Lindsey'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11124586.post-110954234680258842</id><published>2005-02-27T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:12:26.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey all. So now I'm in the blogging circle. For the last couple of days I have just sat back and watched the Blogging drama and decided it might be fun. I hope it goes well for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11124586-110954234680258842?l=supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110954234680258842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11124586&amp;postID=110954234680258842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110954234680258842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11124586/posts/default/110954234680258842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supertrombonegirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Boomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03841920157356322031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
