<?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-8167115</id><updated>2011-12-27T10:26:29.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo's Notebook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-113649245984514438</id><published>2006-01-05T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:20:59.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older...wiser...hotter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/You%20make%20me.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/You%20make%20me.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you best friend, and this time of year is a great time! You're birthday, I'm so excited. I wish I could be there with you, but I can't. I hope you can come out and see me sometime soon! I want to spend a lot of time with you. I can't wait for you to meet my kids and everything else. You're such a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish you a happy happy birthday! I know this is early but yea Happy Happy Birthday Best friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-113649245984514438?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/113649245984514438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=113649245984514438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/113649245984514438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/113649245984514438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-olderwiserhotter.html' title='Getting older...wiser...hotter...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-112525770421109529</id><published>2005-08-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:35:04.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a bit. I just want you to know I still care, I'm still in your corrner, thanks for everything. Just so you know, I'm greatful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-112525770421109529?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/112525770421109529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=112525770421109529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/112525770421109529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/112525770421109529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-111984056822621096</id><published>2005-06-26T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:43:26.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year, and so much closer</title><content type='html'>So you say it's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Well happy birthday to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my best friend's birthday today. Now she can be a old spinster along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through a lot together over the last twelve years. You know way too much about me not to be my best friend *smiles and laughs*. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most. You will forever be my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-111984056822621096?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/111984056822621096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=111984056822621096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/111984056822621096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/111984056822621096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-more-year-and-so-much-closer.html' title='One more year, and so much closer'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-110508633408769177</id><published>2005-01-07T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T00:25:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Brithday best friend. I Love You and miss you! Happy 22 to my best friend Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-110508633408769177?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/110508633408769177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=110508633408769177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110508633408769177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110508633408769177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-110462676398009572</id><published>2005-01-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T16:46:03.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year best friend! I look forward to many more with you~ I love you! *hugs her* I love you boo! Thanks for being with me always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-110462676398009572?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/110462676398009572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=110462676398009572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110462676398009572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110462676398009572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New year'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-110370396252691669</id><published>2004-12-22T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:39:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth every moment</title><content type='html'>We've created so many lasting memeories. I can't wait to have you back here with me. Keep thinking about the good things. There is nothing but blue skies ahead. If you look far enough you can see for miles and mile, and I will always be there. For every moment of every day. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imgspot.com/u/04/355/20/AA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-110370396252691669?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/110370396252691669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=110370396252691669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110370396252691669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110370396252691669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/12/worth-every-moment.html' title='Worth every moment'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-110195165074226068</id><published>2004-12-01T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:40:50.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me in this tough time. You have made life bareable and happy. I love you Boo. You are my life line. I will always need you. And thanks for letting me help you plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-110195165074226068?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/110195165074226068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=110195165074226068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110195165074226068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/110195165074226068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/12/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109733586266788325</id><published>2004-10-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T08:31:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to See you Smile</title><content type='html'>I think you let me win. I'm not so sure that I could have just beaten you. Your smile lights up the whole place. I hope you know that there are lots of people who would do anything in the world just to see you smile. I'm just one of those people. I know that when I'm with you even if something goes wrong at least there is someone who's there with me and who will understand. Someone who will be there by my side threw everything and anything. I'm so glad to have you in my life, you've been my reason to smile and my reason to live. Even when everything else has been wrong you've never let me down. Thank you! You are my shining star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you are my shining star" - The Manhattans'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109733586266788325?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109733586266788325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109733586266788325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109733586266788325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109733586266788325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-to-see-you-smile.html' title='Just to See you Smile'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109729159920452509</id><published>2004-10-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T20:13:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 and 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img6.imgspot.com/u/04/282/04/bowling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imgspot.com/u/04/281/22/Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cry when I think about that fact that you beat me in all three games. Wow, I stink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109729159920452509?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109729159920452509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109729159920452509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109729159920452509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109729159920452509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/10/3-and-0.html' title='3 and 0'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109717401581354494</id><published>2004-10-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T11:33:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>Just so you know all of the happiest memorries that I have in life involve you! You've made my life worth living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109717401581354494?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109717401581354494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109717401581354494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109717401581354494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109717401581354494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109702290698265470</id><published>2004-10-05T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T17:35:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-O-R-E-V-E-R</title><content type='html'>Together forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109702290698265470?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109702290698265470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109702290698265470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109702290698265470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109702290698265470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/10/f-o-r-e-v-e-r.html' title='F-O-R-E-V-E-R'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109699384794606370</id><published>2004-10-05T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:30:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for you to stay</title><content type='html'>"What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies." - Aristotle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot thank you enough for the love that you have shown me always. For the time you spend with me even though there is more then likely something more important for you to be doing. For the way you light up a room when you walk in and how you intoxicate me. I get drunk off of our friendship and silliness. I would give all of my tomorrows for one more day with you. I ache when we're apart because it's like half of me is missing. I miss having you so close. I love to just stop by and know you're there. Or to call you only to later realize that we can spend time together if we want because we are right here. We are home where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them." - Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant."&lt;br /&gt;- Socrates, Greek Philosopher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with." - Mark Twain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my other half. You are what makes me whole. Without you I cannot be. "I do not want to make reasons for you to return, only reasons for you to stay". I don't know who said that quote but I love it. I want you to stay with me always. I want to know that no matter what or where or when you will always be there to help me in times of darkness and sadness, to make my world more beautiful. I want to be the kinda of friend to you that you've been to me, and that will take a long time. And I know we'll enjoy every step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109699384794606370?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109699384794606370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109699384794606370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109699384794606370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109699384794606370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/10/reasons-for-you-to-stay.html' title='Reasons for you to stay'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109653298614685541</id><published>2004-09-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T01:29:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a day has gone by</title><content type='html'>It seems as if time has stood still these past three years. We just fall right back in place as if we have never missed a step. We are still just as silly as we were in high school. I never thought I could miss having you around so much. Being able to just walk into the next room and talk to you or play games with you. No one is ever going to come between us. Never leave my side my friend. Never forget how much you mean to me, because you are what we built this friendship on, and without you I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the black crayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109653298614685541?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109653298614685541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109653298614685541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109653298614685541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109653298614685541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-day-has-gone-by.html' title='Not a day has gone by'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109580555376859044</id><published>2004-09-21T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:25:53.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I'm beyond excited. I am so happy that you're coming and that we'll get to spend time together driving back and make more memories. I'm so excited I don't know what to do. It's like a total dream come true. I'm going to have so much fun showing you around here and then the drive will be much better with someone I like to be with. No offence but my brother isn't exactally fun to be with all the time. He slept most of the trip anyways, 20+ hours is a lot to spend with someone who's sleeping. I'm so exicted, I know it won't be the most intresting drive but it will be together. And it will be kinda like the road trip we wanted to take in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Always work at the same place as your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't always call in sick on the same day, they will figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There is nothing worse then hearing your teacher say "Will you do that again?" to your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Never date guys who's hair looks like he "washed" it in cooking oil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109580555376859044?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109580555376859044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109580555376859044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109580555376859044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109580555376859044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109570485910399222</id><published>2004-09-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:47:11.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier days</title><content type='html'>It was amazing how fast things changed after school was out. It seemed like we graduated and you were gone only a few days later. I missed having you around so much it hurt. I used to wake up in the mornings and wait for you to walk in my door. Or I would go to put my shoes on and think about how you were supposed to be wearing them. *Laughs* I would remind myself of our shopping trips and late nights at Apac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Teachers should never ask you to bounce for them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OJ tasts better in your mouth, not on your bed&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You can fit basically everything you need in a day in the trunk of your car&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You can make it from Holmen HS to Apac in less then 15 minuets&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;There is no such thing as too much caffine or ice cream&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109570485910399222?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109570485910399222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109570485910399222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109570485910399222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109570485910399222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/easier-days.html' title='Easier days'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109505471551339316</id><published>2004-09-12T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:51:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>I'm so lost without you. I'm so excited to be coming back to visit. There is so much to do together! I missing having my best friend with me. When I move back that way it will be close to you, I'll at least be able to see you every weekend, I want to come back bad...but you know the reasons I can't just yet. I will soon tho. Possibly next summer I'll be closer....I don't know for sure so I don't want to say to much. But I'm so lost, I have no real friends here...I could sit on all day and talk to you cuz I miss you so much. I keep pictures up so that I can remember the good times. There are so many. I'm so happy to come back, in some ways me coming out so much has been a blessing that wasn't apparent at first. I'm glad that we've gotten to see each other more! One day we'll be closer again! I promise, until then I will wonder around in my darkness looking for the light you've always held for me. You're always there for me, you always have been. Even when you weren't physically there you've been by my side, my strenght and my rock. You will be forever. Nothing will change that. I hope one day I can bet the friend to you that you are for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Special Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day&lt;br /&gt;As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,&lt;br /&gt;To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard,&lt;br /&gt;And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing at this time that I could but repay&lt;br /&gt;A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way;&lt;br /&gt;And could I have one wish, this only would it be:&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109505471551339316?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109505471551339316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109505471551339316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109505471551339316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109505471551339316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/without-you.html' title='Without you'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109504135663964146</id><published>2004-09-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:17:57.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking the days and counting the minuets</title><content type='html'>You can't come back soon enough. Things just seem unbareable without you here lately. If I had a car I'd probably already be on my way to you. I just don't want to not be able to see you anymore. Things were so much easier when I had you around to lean on, and now that you are gone I can't help but cry when I think about all we've been through. I start thinking about all I've missed out on, and how I have not been there for you like I should have been. I wish I could be everything you think I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109504135663964146?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109504135663964146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109504135663964146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109504135663964146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109504135663964146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/marking-days-and-counting-minuets.html' title='Marking the days and counting the minuets'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109474628838696688</id><published>2004-09-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T09:11:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good old days</title><content type='html'>There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. I think about old times we've had and new ones we have left to create. How everytime I've needed you, you've been there or how you could always look to me for help. I'm glad I could be there for you. The early mornings I'd come over where always fun. You're poor mom wasn't sure how many daughters she had! Oh to be in high school again! It would be so much easier and less complicated! Lunch time with Timmy the rent-a-cop! And sharing a locker, and civics! And all the other classes we had together. And how you got into that one Art class as a TA even tho you hadn't taken the class! You sneeky thing! Ahh the good old days, and gym class, and telling Mr. Burgge that it was "that time of the month" to get out of doing things, or playing badmitton and vollyball, and "running" around the gym! HA! Us run around the gym. What good times we had! What good times! And all the other silly things we did, but mostly just having a friend like you is what made high school great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109474628838696688?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109474628838696688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109474628838696688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109474628838696688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109474628838696688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-old-days.html' title='The good old days'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109468719445322838</id><published>2004-09-08T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:46:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies, but no milk</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I miss you so much my eyes start misting. I think about how things used to be before you went so far away, and can't help but smile. Our early mornings before school how we would lay in bed until the last minuet. I would get ready in 4 or 5 minutes and hurry off to school. We were almost always late, but most of our teachers didn't care. Besides all we would have to do is give Timmy some cookies and he would forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109468719445322838?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109468719445322838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109468719445322838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109468719445322838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109468719445322838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/cookies-but-no-milk.html' title='Cookies, but no milk'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109458152098762017</id><published>2004-09-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:25:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Bridge</title><content type='html'>This is all water under the bridge. What has happend has happend, and we can't go back. Still, here we are. We're still together. What more could we really ask for? I need you to understand that everything I say and do I do because I think it is for the best. I try to handle my issues and work on my faults so I don't hurt the ones I love. I'm sorry I hurt you. You are the last person I wanted to hurt. You are the only one who has stood by me though all of this and is still here. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109458152098762017?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109458152098762017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109458152098762017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109458152098762017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109458152098762017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/under-bridge.html' title='Under The Bridge'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109453581939174055</id><published>2004-09-06T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:43:39.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>We will be friends always, nothing can change that....nothing, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."                        --  Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109453581939174055?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109453581939174055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109453581939174055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109453581939174055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109453581939174055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109441666588461060</id><published>2004-09-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:37:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship and Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friendship and GoldCan Never be Equal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a priceless gift,&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be bought or sold.&lt;br /&gt;But its value is far great than,&lt;br /&gt;A mountain made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;For gold is cold and lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;It cannot see nor hear&lt;br /&gt;.And in times of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;It's powerless to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;It has no ears to listen,&lt;br /&gt;Nor a heart to understand.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot give you comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a helping hand.So when you ask God for a gift&lt;br /&gt;Be happy if he sends&lt;br /&gt;Not diamonds pearls or riches&lt;br /&gt;But the love of a true GREAT FRIEND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by Vidushini Siva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109441666588461060?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109441666588461060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109441666588461060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109441666588461060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109441666588461060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/friendship-and-gold.html' title='Friendship and Gold'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109438787541017789</id><published>2004-09-05T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T05:37:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewer Walking</title><content type='html'>You and me, we used to talk&lt;br /&gt;Like a river underground, the sewer where we used to walk.&lt;br /&gt;The hole at the end empties out to the pier&lt;br /&gt;Where paperboats disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I try to send this note,&lt;br /&gt;Float it like a paper boat,&lt;br /&gt;But paper sinks and words are weak.&lt;br /&gt;I try but I don't speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join together in the silent snow&lt;br /&gt;Turn our faces up to see&lt;br /&gt;Not endless night, but day&lt;br /&gt;A pier&lt;br /&gt;And you and me, talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109438787541017789?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109438787541017789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109438787541017789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109438787541017789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109438787541017789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/sewer-walking.html' title='Sewer Walking'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109436548230937790</id><published>2004-09-04T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:24:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Block and Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We have been around the block and back again! We've gone threw so much together. I just want to let everyone know how great of a friend Andrea has always been. There is never a time when I feel that I can't turn to her. She is wonderful, and not jugde mental at all even when she could be. I will always be greatful for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109436548230937790?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109436548230937790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109436548230937790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109436548230937790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109436548230937790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/around-block-and-back-again.html' title='Around the Block and Back Again'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109427940048908654</id><published>2004-09-03T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T04:37:18.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper and ink</title><content type='html'>When we were younger we used to keep notebooks. They were kind of our way of passing notes. We would decorate the outside of them with little magazine clippings and drawings. *Smiles* Now we're a bit older and wiser....Well maybe not wiser, but we are defiantly older. Since we live so far apart blogger seemed like the perfect answer to replace our notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many other things have changed as well. We've been through boyfriends, and addictions. We've celebrated, and mourned. Still, our friendship has remained the one constant. So, as we approach what can only seem to be another cross roads in our lives we remain by each others side. Whatever life is going to throw at us we'll handle it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We are sisters. Hear us roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109427940048908654?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109427940048908654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109427940048908654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109427940048908654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109427940048908654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/paper-and-ink.html' title='Paper and ink'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109415194312965239</id><published>2004-09-02T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:05:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split at birth</title><content type='html'>You see, even tho we have no proof we like to think that at birth we got slpit up. As fate would have it we found eachother. And now that we have nothing can take us apart! Which is great. We have only had one fight. It was a lame one and we didn't talk to eachother for a week! All of our other friends were worried. It's really hard not to talk to someone when you have all the same classes and you sit by eachother and work together! We even got yelled at at work by a guy who's a big jerk! I hate that guy! Well anyways, we figured it out and have been even closer for it. We liked the same guy in middle school...we had our social studdies class with him. We've always been good friends with him but neither of us dated him ever....hahaha! I don't think he even knew we liked him. We are always there for eachother, she keeps me doing the right thing, well most of the time...we tend to be rebles everynow and again. We've been threw car recks together (speaking of them, when she got in hers i couldn't even get ahold of her! AHHH!) and threw a few other crazy life changing events. But our friendship has remained true. Even in times where it should have been tarnished it wasn't, or at least with at little buffing it's been made new and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember senior skip day! The shark man tried to grab her boob! I've got pictures to prove it! And all the Beatles stuff I've given her and all the sun and moon type things, she likes that kinda stuff.  Christmas is the best time. I love giving her stuff cuz I love how happy she gets! She's the best at giving stuff too, she can always pick out great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend is good to share her with me. I know that I take up lots of her time cuz we like to hang out and because we live so far away online and phone calls are all we've got. So thanks Timmo! You're great! I like that you don't change her or make her pick....like some people! I am truly happy for you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a best friend like mine, if you don't get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109415194312965239?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109415194312965239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109415194312965239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109415194312965239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109415194312965239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/split-at-birth.html' title='Split at birth'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109412541099025117</id><published>2004-09-02T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T04:44:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>We're a little bit more then best friends though. We're sisters. We've seen each other through some of the most difficult times in our lives. We've laughed, cried, and shouted. Through our hard times we've only become closer, and I know the future will only prove how strong our connection is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109412541099025117?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109412541099025117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109412541099025117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109412541099025117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109412541099025117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109409736450766123</id><published>2004-09-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:56:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you least expect it you find out that you have the most wonderful friend. The one who stays with you during the bad time and is more then happy to be with you during the good. Who will go on vacation with you're crazy family and act like they aren't a bunch of crazys! One who even when things are at the very worst is always there and can always bring a smile to your face. One who even after you didn't talk to her for a long time (not that you didn't want to you may have just been busy) still loves you and can still be willing to be best friends. The kinda person we all want as friends. The kinda person that when you're mom gets sick with cancer can kinda realate to how you feel. It's great to have a friend like that. I'm glad that you're my friend Andrea! You are the best one in the world! You make life bearable! I do not know what I would do without you. I can tell you honestly that I'd never want to find out. I'm so glad to have found a friend like you. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. I'm so happy that we are best friends! I LOVE YOU ANDREA!&lt;br /&gt;~Hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109409736450766123?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109409736450766123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109409736450766123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109409736450766123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109409736450766123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-friend_01.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109409235729006106</id><published>2004-09-01T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:32:37.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>Better listen to her. She may be short, but her bite is worse then her bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109409235729006106?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109409235729006106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109409235729006106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109409235729006106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109409235729006106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Boo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img245.echo.cx/img245/7904/bestfriends4hh.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167115.post-109409217980014917</id><published>2004-09-01T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:49:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Welcome all to our sight! We are bestfriends! We have been bestfriends for eleven years and will always be bestfriends! We hope you like our sight....but if you don't, she'll understand and I'll kick your trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167115-109409217980014917?l=boohoo01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/feeds/109409217980014917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167115&amp;postID=109409217980014917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109409217980014917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167115/posts/default/109409217980014917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohoo01.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</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>
