<?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-8658681590821839304</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:12:47.412-05:00</updated><category term='good news'/><category term='humorous'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='beer'/><category term='bats'/><category term='the 80&apos;s are dead'/><category term='funny'/><category term='bad dreams'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='booshie'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='lottery'/><category term='treats'/><category term='care'/><category term='fund raiser'/><category term='nature'/><category term='mac salad'/><category term='birds'/><category term='living with 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term='memories'/><category term='lost in the 80&apos;s'/><category term='so yesterday'/><category term='survey'/><category term='charity'/><category term='high school'/><category term='cook outs'/><category term='run for the hills'/><category term='thunderbird'/><category term='following dreams'/><category term='help with surgery'/><category term='show some love'/><category term='animal awareness'/><category term='intimate'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='take the time to help'/><category term='orion'/><category term='don&apos;t play with fire'/><category term='acorns'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='good advice'/><category term='albion'/><category term='summer salads'/><category term='snookie'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='music'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='discrimination'/><category term='bad do'/><category term='share a smile'/><category term='pet support'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='butter cookies'/><category term='nap time'/><category term='puppy mills'/><category term='bojangles'/><category term='1977'/><category term='spca'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='ratted out'/><category term='reach out and help'/><category term='participate'/><category term='words'/><category term='baked goods'/><category term='dates'/><category term='anime'/><category term='hot'/><category term='rescue'/><category term='judging'/><category term='hulk'/><category term='oatmeal'/><category term='grilled cheese'/><category term='durham nc'/><category term='writing'/><category term='sharon stone'/><category term='roached'/><category term='health'/><category term='fat'/><category term='pasta salad'/><category term='entitlement'/><category term='classic'/><category term='truck'/><title type='text'>Mizfit's Mayhem</title><subtitle type='html'>Me on the flip. my life, my job, my humor, my fears, and my flaws. Uncensored and raw.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1668463065035304258</id><published>2011-10-25T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:55:59.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 27. 1978</title><content type='html'>I thought I would be scared to face Wayne but it wasn't hard. He's steamed up at denise. Andrea talked to him 2nd hr. &amp;amp; she said he said he enjoyed it friday. he said hes going o give up on denise. He was at my locker alot. he cept tickling me I got mad at him. At noon I &amp;amp; wayne were sitting in the gym and talking Lorie and Elaine came up. I think he was uncomfortable cause he left. After 6th hr. Wayne was talking to me and kevin came by and goes "Hey Tish" (flirting) Wayne ran over to him &amp;amp; said you can't have her, she's mine! Went to the mall &amp;amp; out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said he said.....*smack forehead* what was wrong with me?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1668463065035304258?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1668463065035304258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-27-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1668463065035304258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1668463065035304258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-27-1978.html' title='Feb 27. 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8657412020220599380</id><published>2011-10-25T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:00:01.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 26, 1978</title><content type='html'>Went to M, boro for chur, after I went horseback ridding i wanted to ride to Waynes but Babe wouldn't move fast enough. All I can think about is Wayne &amp;amp; Friday. Went to Gayes for her party after a while 97:00) we went home. Dad came home during Gayes party Kevin B. called and we talked for a while then  he and Terrie came over and watched Live &amp;amp; Let die (James Bond) it was a good movie. I sat by Kevin &amp;amp; we talked almost the whole show. They left at 10:15 I had to take a late shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8657412020220599380?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8657412020220599380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-26-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8657412020220599380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8657412020220599380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-26-1978.html' title='Feb 26, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5482122428917206631</id><published>2011-10-21T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:00:17.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 25, 1978</title><content type='html'>Lorie got merried today, it was pretty. I went to the dance, and I saw Wayne. I went over to see Sherry's outfit and Wayne was sitting next to her. he said "hi beautiful" I didn't say nothing. after a couple of dances I went to the bathroom and I met Wayne in the hall. he was in a tux, I said "Why don't you dance?" he said "I don't want to" I smiled at him my prettiest and walked toward the bathroom. Right in front of the bathroom is where he kissed me. I looked at it and it gave me a shiver. Cindy got Queen, I saw Pike dance he's pretty good. Aurther asked me to dance, (fast) he's to stiff. I wore the dress I wore to home coming and I had my hair parted on the side and a feather with it curled. I sorta moved in frount of Wayne while I was dancing (he was sitting down) I danced my best &amp;amp; when I looked at him he was watching me. When I got home it was 10:30 mom made some pizza &amp;amp; I went straight to bed. (I wore mom's boots &amp;amp; my feet are killing me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;Author's note -&lt;br /&gt;OMG THE DRAMA - "I looked at it and it made me shiver" seriously??? - "I danced my best" I know I wasn't ready any crappy romances - there was no Lifetime channel...where did I get this melodrama crap?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever seen the movie Cousins? Just a Touch of Infidelity - sweet film - anyway - There is a scene - they are at a wedding and the girlfriend (Tish - yes Tish in the movie) is dancing and trying to make her man jealous - that is what I think of when I read this - makes me puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bout 30 secs. into the clip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5w9tG6mIl4k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5482122428917206631?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5482122428917206631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-25-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5482122428917206631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5482122428917206631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-25-1978.html' title='Feb 25, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5w9tG6mIl4k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3946161090518876558</id><published>2011-10-20T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:00:08.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 24, 1978</title><content type='html'>Sweethart Dance is tomorrow. All day people were working in the gym. I helped 3, 5, &amp;amp; 7 hr. At noon I told wayne I was ready he said 'now?" (sorta joking) after school I helped him put up streamers he called me sweetie (I liked it) After everyone was done I was going down stairs &amp;amp; Wayne caught up with me he tried to call his mom but no o ne answered. He walked over &amp;amp; said "is it still time" I said I don't know. Well before I knew it he had his arms around me and I was scared ot death but I went on threw with it. I loved it. He dose it like inthe movies he turns his head &amp;amp; moves his mouth but best of all no tounge!!!! After the first one he said you always thought you would flub up well you didn't ( I just stood there) he moved in again and this time I got more involved I put my arms around him and sotra followed his examples the best of all he hugged me. Its just like a dream. Then he tryed to call home again no one answered I told him I had better go home. he said okay and grabbed me and kissed me a couple shorties I said thanks he said well what are friends for. Then we parted I want him to be right here beside me. I want to kiss him all night. I got home at about 3:30 (school got out at 2:00) I hoped mom wouldn't think a change in me she didn't I'm glad. went to normans and shoveled saw dust and went horse back riding and baby sitted andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not my first kiss,  but Wayne was my "first kiss". My first kiss was Harold Johnson in 1st grade. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a cold day out and recess was inside. we were playing under the desks like they were forts, and he gave me a peck on the lips. I was Harolds until my Freshman year (he never knew it) Then he moved :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in 8th grade my second kiss, there was a going away party for John V (dont' know how to spell his last name) A bunch of us went to Pizza Hut. I remember, Denise, Lisa, Johnna, Sheri and John, I am sure there were more. Someone was driving us home, and someone got the idea we all needed to kiss John good bye. Well there was John in the back seat with all us girls, he was well ready to join in .  So we all took turns giving him a kiss. Some were long grown up sexy kisses, some were short and sweet - then it was my turn. I was just going to give him a peck on the lips, and lo and behold HERE COMES HIS TONGUE!!! OMG!! I was horrified - I smacked him and screamed EEWWW!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!! he said "My tongue, it is a French Kiss" I said "Gross! dont' ever do that again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone laft.......... at me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortified&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3946161090518876558?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3946161090518876558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-24-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3946161090518876558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3946161090518876558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-24-1978.html' title='Feb 24, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2091626268420496051</id><published>2011-10-19T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T09:00:14.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 23, 1978</title><content type='html'>I talked to wayne 2nd hr. I wanted to talk to him at noon but he was flirting around with Lana. I got a letter from him he said he liked to flirt but he liked to flirt with me the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2091626268420496051?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2091626268420496051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-23-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2091626268420496051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2091626268420496051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-23-1978.html' title='Feb 23, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3216643421618987560</id><published>2011-10-18T18:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:57:59.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 22, 1978</title><content type='html'>Went to school boy I was glad to see Wayne. its snowing. He had so many oppertunites to kiss me but I guess he didn't want to scar me anymore. I talked to him and I had fun. We wresseld most of noon hr. I wrote him 2 notes. I think I'll be just friends and thats it. Andrea got a call from David Bates. kevin grabbed me in the hall and pushed me up against the wall and kept getting closer and closer. I told him to stop he said "what?" he doesn't understand like wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne was sweet and considerate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3216643421618987560?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3216643421618987560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-22-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3216643421618987560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3216643421618987560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-22-1978.html' title='Feb 22, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6526750454997193335</id><published>2011-10-13T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:36:57.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 21, 1978</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school again. Toog called he got a job. called Andrea after school Wayne wrote me a note but I never got it. Andrea almost had him talked into coming over at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Author's note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne had the most beautiful hand writing. I remember seeing it and thinking how artistic it was. I wonder if there was an artist hiding in Wayne......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6526750454997193335?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6526750454997193335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-21-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6526750454997193335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6526750454997193335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-21-1978.html' title='Feb 21, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8009899983142098704</id><published>2011-10-07T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:00:44.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 20, 1978</title><content type='html'>I din't go to school I called the school &amp;amp; talked to andrea 5th hr. Mr. DeWulf let her out of calss for it (how sweet) Andrea said she talked to wayne 2nd hr. he said the reason he tried to kiss me i because he was lonely.  why didn't he tell me. Andrea came over &amp;amp; ate supper with us. she's a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Author's note -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this an after school special or what........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8009899983142098704?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8009899983142098704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-20-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8009899983142098704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8009899983142098704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-20-1978.html' title='Feb 20, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1040032177900677602</id><published>2011-10-06T16:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:53:22.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 19, 1978</title><content type='html'>I got up sick &amp;amp; I didn't go to church. We went to Andreas for lunch and the me &amp;amp; Sherry &amp;amp; Andrea went to the show. We was gona see Pete's dragon but it was sold out so we went &amp;amp; seen heros. It was great! Harrison Ford was in it and he had a beautiful car I'm in love even more. We saw Denise &amp;amp; Debbie &amp;amp; Shawn &amp;amp; Brad &amp;amp; Dalls in the show. After the show we saw Marylyn &amp;amp; Paula &amp;amp; Ginger and Terry. Lester &amp;amp; me ressseled &amp;amp; it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing this movie and thinking it was odd to have the Fonz playing such a serious role. He wasn't Henry Winkler - he was the Fonz.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look back on it - this was in 1977 - this movie is about a Vietnam vet - 1977 - so we pulled out of the war (so they say) in what 72? 73? in my mind with this movie talking about a vietnam war vet it had to be from back in the 60's, not just 4 year prior.....time - is so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I remember from this movie was Sally Field saying - don't be crazy don't be crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1040032177900677602?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1040032177900677602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-19-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1040032177900677602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1040032177900677602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-19-1978.html' title='Feb 19, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5634078450929040902</id><published>2011-10-05T19:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:26:26.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 18, 1978</title><content type='html'>no Prayer Meeting. Me and mom went out to eat at Emporors Palace. Me &amp;amp; Andrea went to Grandma's and watched T.V. Then went to her house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5634078450929040902?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5634078450929040902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-18-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5634078450929040902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5634078450929040902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-18-1978.html' title='Feb 18, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5733476924521670915</id><published>2011-10-04T18:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:54:48.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 17. 1978</title><content type='html'>Pike took us to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morrison%27s_Cafeteria"&gt;Morrisons&lt;/a&gt; to eat after we got home me &amp;amp; mm went to see The Goodbye Girl &amp;amp; The One &amp;amp; Only. We saw the Good by Girl first &amp;amp; then we was going to see the one &amp;amp; only &amp;amp; we had to cross a rope. mom tripped &amp;amp; fell I was so embarresed she got mad cause I just kept on walking &amp;amp; didn't help her. I felt really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5733476924521670915?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5733476924521670915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-17-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5733476924521670915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5733476924521670915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-17-1978.html' title='Feb 17. 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1956356060665048745</id><published>2011-10-03T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:53:37.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 16, 1978</title><content type='html'>I read a sad book and started crying. Bo (Big Red) is going to stay with us. Wayne ain't doing so hot. (me &amp;amp; him) I wish I could be kissed and hugged by him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1956356060665048745?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1956356060665048745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-16-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1956356060665048745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1956356060665048745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/10/feb-16-1978.html' title='Feb 16, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6125108699278802129</id><published>2011-09-25T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:00:05.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 15, 1978</title><content type='html'>I got 2 new pair of jeans(tight) I think Wayne is mad at me. Me &amp;amp; Andrea was talkin 4th hr. as if it would be neat if Wayne and I could go to the dance. We had it all planned out. We didn't really mean it but someone (Denise I think) over heard and got there jaws yapping and it got to wayne and now he won't talk to me! Tamiko started at school (messy) not really. It's snowing maybe no school Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Author's note - I am guessing this is Sweethearts Dance I am talking about.  It was always around valentines day. It was an FFA thing. Did I go with Wayne? I can't remember :) I'll have to read my own diary to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6125108699278802129?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6125108699278802129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-15-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6125108699278802129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6125108699278802129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-15-1978.html' title='Feb 15, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8646098985717990435</id><published>2011-09-24T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:00:03.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb, 14, 1978</title><content type='html'>VALENTINES DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got a carnation from Wayne. He got one form me. Before 5th hr (bout 5 min) me and wayne talked. After the bell rang he tried ot kiss me. I said no, not now. He just laffed and ran off. We had a game against gorm and lost 65 to 95. I was looking at Wayne &amp;amp; he blew me a kiss! I hope he ain't desperate. He did good in the game. After the game was over I went &amp;amp; told him "Good Game" he patted me on the back and said "thanks" Ginger and Kevin are not doing so good. poor kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8646098985717990435?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8646098985717990435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-14-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8646098985717990435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8646098985717990435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-14-1978.html' title='Feb, 14, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7594319516510980657</id><published>2011-09-23T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:00:08.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 13, 1978</title><content type='html'>No school I went to gingers at about 11:00 and stayed until 6:30! I had fun we gave the puppies a bath and they used the bathroom all over the place. We wresseled and I almost beat her. She told me about the other night at the ball game her and kevin were talking and he started crying cause he didn't want them to break up. She don't want to break up bu she won't go with him so he's mad at her (stupid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7594319516510980657?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7594319516510980657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-13-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7594319516510980657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7594319516510980657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-13-1978.html' title='Feb 13, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2136545404015791658</id><published>2011-09-22T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:19:59.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 12, 1978</title><content type='html'>Went to bookshelf today and Keith sat by me I got to hug him. boy big thrill. Watched T.V. Really nothing happens on weekend that I can talk about there just boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2136545404015791658?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2136545404015791658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-12-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2136545404015791658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2136545404015791658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-12-1978.html' title='Feb 12, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3244123579091881153</id><published>2011-09-15T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:36:59.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 11, 1978</title><content type='html'>I babysat Little Andrea. At prayer meeting it was fun. Keith was there and he brought a friend named Robbie. He's pretty cool we played  a gmae i was robbies partner. After Prayer meeting it was a mad house. Terrie and Keith ressled a lot. I back at 11:00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3244123579091881153?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3244123579091881153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-11-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3244123579091881153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3244123579091881153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-11-1978.html' title='Feb 11, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3195765846972765384</id><published>2011-09-10T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:00:08.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 10. 1978</title><content type='html'>Well it all happened 4th hour before English. I was in a great mood and Wayne was sitting on the steps I got about a foot from him and said "I'm going to attache someone!" he held his arms out I almost jumped on him when Denise came on the scene. After 4 hr. is lunch so I didn't have nothing to od so I attache him! Me him &amp;amp; Andrea went to the gym &amp;amp; me and andrea wanted play volley ball but we couldn't get Waynes apple from him so we tied andreas coat into knots it wasn't any fun cuse all the boys were there so I went up by Wayne. I told him I was sorry bout what I did before lunch instead of saying anything he attacked me! he had me in a head lock &amp;amp; I had him around the waist. Then Andrea came up and we talked about his green birthday cake. Then David came up and sat by Andrea. So I had Wayne. he grabed my hand. and said he like my ring but he wouldn't let go of my hand. I told him about herbie the Lion and Doris the Moth. 5th hr. Kevin sat by me a little while but I got uncomfortable and the bell rang so thank heavens. 6th hr soanya got busted and they had a locker check. 7th hr. before I was waiting in line for mr. reed to open the door and steve pinched my butt! I watch out for him. Grandma &amp;amp; pa mom me and andrea went to the mall. I got Wayne a real pretty card for Valentined Day. I hope he likes it. Andrea Stayed all night. I got a puzzel of HAN SOLO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3195765846972765384?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3195765846972765384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-10-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3195765846972765384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3195765846972765384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-10-1978.html' title='Feb 10. 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4584271143704246348</id><published>2011-09-09T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:00:05.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 9.1978</title><content type='html'>Went to Jeanie Maples for Actors and at supper there. Had a test in Biology Did pretty good i think. Me, Sheri, Johnna play pool for about 1 1/2 hr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4584271143704246348?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4584271143704246348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-91978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4584271143704246348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4584271143704246348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-91978.html' title='Feb 9.1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7313510894612326249</id><published>2011-09-08T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:00:06.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 7, 1978</title><content type='html'>Mom &amp;amp; Dad went to the empors palace and brout me home somepork fired rice! (yum!) i went off my diet. We had a ballgame and Wayne made a lot of points he did great! Exam Thurs in Biology. 2nd Hr. Dale, Kevin and Randy came and sat at our table. it was fun. Poor Cliff didn't get to play. I feel sorry for him he's a good player. Well I'm wrong. Cliff did play 1st Qt but I wasn't there. I talked ot Wayne 7th hr. Just like we were best pals. I'm glad. I need 2 more star wars cards. I'm glad Toog called and he got an apartment and a job maybe with a record store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7313510894612326249?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7313510894612326249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-7-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7313510894612326249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7313510894612326249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-7-1978.html' title='Feb 7, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7567871763723957752</id><published>2011-09-07T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:14:59.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 6, 1978</title><content type='html'>Today is Waynes birthday. I found a cavity in my tooth and I'm scared. yearbooks went on sale today. Pke broke his nose boxing. I've been reading a lot. I spend more time improving myself. I keep my room clean I spend most of my time there and I don't watch T.V. much. Rodger came over Moby I haven't seen him in a long time. Cristy old Mr. DeWulf I was in love with him. I could hurt her. I'm going on a diet POSSITIVLY! I'm only going to eat at supper and run and act up a lot before supper like wressel QTip and hang around the stalls and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think I would be more worried about my grammar and spelling than 'acting up'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7567871763723957752?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7567871763723957752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-6-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7567871763723957752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7567871763723957752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-6-1978.html' title='Feb 6, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7298001964914991261</id><published>2011-09-03T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T09:00:02.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 5, 1978</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to bookshelf cause of snow I made cookies (yum) Gaye came over and helped we went to gregs to wride his lawn mower and when I wrode it I crashed into the fence!!! Watched 25 years of ABC It was good. I got lots of pictures of my baby Han Solo - I LOVE HIM!!! I've got to go on a diet Fatso me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7298001964914991261?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7298001964914991261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-5-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7298001964914991261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7298001964914991261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-5-1978.html' title='Feb 5, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5357390515577414278</id><published>2011-09-03T07:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T07:18:30.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not about me</title><content type='html'>It isn't that I just figured it out, because I have always known how I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be, was raised to be humble. In the time I live in, grew up in - it is "all about me" -  if it feels good do it - I can forget sometimes, it really isn't about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 'footprint' I hear talk about, keep your footprint small, the environmental impact you make in your corner of the world. What about your heartbeat, your hand print - keep it large, larger than life. Hold out your hand to help someone, give your heart away to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this prayer -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there is hatred, let me sow love; when there is injury, pardon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood, as to understand, to be loved as to love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is in dying that we are born to eternal life. - St. Francis of Assisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility  can cause all kinds of weird bi polar moments, through - struggling with "am I being selfish if I choose to do this for me, as opposed for the greater good" -  which I am sure that is why Catholics drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard to do - I am not saying I do this - holy shit, I am  prolly the worst, specially with my job. Every day, I struggle to keep  this positivity in my life, but I will say - the days I hold true to  these words, this prayer - I come home a little less damaged and a lot  more lighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5357390515577414278?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5357390515577414278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5357390515577414278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5357390515577414278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s not about me'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8511402821774364457</id><published>2011-09-02T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:00:18.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 4, 1978</title><content type='html'>Went and cut wood had fun at prayer meeting no one was hardly there. Andrea got prayed for. I beleve she will be healed. I hope I get to go to bookshelf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8511402821774364457?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8511402821774364457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-4-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8511402821774364457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8511402821774364457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-4-1978.html' title='Feb 4, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2170179741246867441</id><published>2011-09-01T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:00:04.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 3, 1978</title><content type='html'>I wore a skirt today and I got a compliment from Mark. (raise the flag) I got a letter from Keith. I'd thought he'd forgot me!! I said 'Hi' to wayne today and thats it. Tamiko went home at noon. Ginger said that she was talking to Tim today and she said that he can't go to the dances (I know) well while she was talking she askehim if or who he would take he didn't answer Ging said would you ever take Tish? He said Yes probally I think she's really nice. She told me not to say any thing about it. Mr De Wulf is getting more nicer 2nd hr. We can go to the lybrary and can talk! Martins are wanting to buy Babe. I haven't seen her in a long time. Chettah will have her baby this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2170179741246867441?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2170179741246867441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-3-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2170179741246867441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2170179741246867441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/09/feb-3-1978.html' title='Feb 3, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-276816152318860702</id><published>2011-08-31T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:19:38.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 2, 1978</title><content type='html'>Ground Hog Day. This kid named Brad was in P.E. and I've had some encounters with him (weird) I do awful in P.E. cause there 2 many boys in there. I was in a great mood ot day. Wayne is taking a fancy toward Andrea again. I'm jealous I cant' like him cause he just used me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-276816152318860702?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/276816152318860702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/feb-2-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/276816152318860702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/276816152318860702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/feb-2-1978.html' title='Feb 2, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7716093092130403075</id><published>2011-08-28T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:00:05.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 1, 1978</title><content type='html'>Wayne was in a bad mood and we drifted apart in 1 day. so I say pooie on him. Me &amp;amp; mom walked to grandmas and I got a quilt almost made. I ain't going to get mixed up with boys for along while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7716093092130403075?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7716093092130403075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/feb-1-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7716093092130403075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7716093092130403075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/feb-1-1978.html' title='Feb 1, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2321156056967655457</id><published>2011-08-27T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:00:01.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 31, 1978</title><content type='html'>I told myself today that I love wayne. and I do. 5th hr. me and Andrea went to the Ind Arts room to look over the tools for her exam. I was wishing Wayne would come down. we was locking up and Wayne came in!!! on the way out I wish I would have kissed him but I was to scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played basketball for a while and I guess he got sick of it cause he came up and sat by me for a while. we talked about things. I wrote him a note and it asked him if he had to be in a modd to kiss someone. Well while he was talking to me he brought it up. he said 2/3 of the time he don't have to be, but it helps alot if he is. I went to andrea's after singing lessons. and I ate supper with her. After we ate we went upstairs and lissened to records. Andrea turned out the lights and put on a real pretty slow song and she said 'dream' and boy did I ever dreaam. (Wayne) I fell asleep twice. I got back at 9:00 and washed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2321156056967655457?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2321156056967655457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-31-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2321156056967655457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2321156056967655457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-31-1978.html' title='Jan 31, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4409076692328898874</id><published>2011-08-26T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:25:07.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 30, 1978</title><content type='html'>I went to school in a great mood Andrea wasn't there. At noon Wayne talked to me he was getting closer and closer and Shannon, ran up real fast. Well after that Wayne went away. I got a not from him it said that if we were a lone he would have kissed me but he remembered what happened at andreas so he didn't.  If we were along I would have kissed him, but we're never alone. Donald asked me to the dance, I said no. Wayne wanted to know if he was stopping me from going to the dance I said no. I wante to hug him and hiss him and just talk to him. If I could only have 1 hour together I would love it (alone) I talked to Tamiko on the fone for 2 hr. Then I called Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4409076692328898874?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4409076692328898874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-30-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4409076692328898874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4409076692328898874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-30-1978.html' title='Jan 30, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2182365733434405507</id><published>2011-08-20T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:00:09.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 29, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUS-B7U8YQg/Tk2NMiU4joI/AAAAAAAADLU/e0Tv--i6fXk/s1600/thrillhill.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's birthday today He's 43. Everyone came over. Cliff came in and ha to talk to me about Wayne. Wayne wanted to know why I wasn't at the game and "hi". I was thrilled. Me Lisa &amp;amp; Kim went to the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing 'the Hill' is thrill hill. Thrill hill was a out passed the Blue Bell Packing plant on Cole St.  in DuQuoin. There was a small rise in the road, that when you hit it just right, you would get air born. We felt like rebels when we chased around out there, and couldn't wait to get our license so we could go to Thrill Hill and jump the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as far as Google streets would take me down Cole Street. I couldn't re live the jump virally today. It is just up ahead - Floor it now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUS-B7U8YQg/Tk2NMiU4joI/AAAAAAAADLU/e0Tv--i6fXk/s1600/thrillhill.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUS-B7U8YQg/Tk2NMiU4joI/AAAAAAAADLU/e0Tv--i6fXk/s400/thrillhill.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642321154677444226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2182365733434405507?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2182365733434405507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-29-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2182365733434405507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2182365733434405507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-29-1978.html' title='Jan 29, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUS-B7U8YQg/Tk2NMiU4joI/AAAAAAAADLU/e0Tv--i6fXk/s72-c/thrillhill.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6657241542951644826</id><published>2011-08-19T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:00:08.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 28, 1987</title><content type='html'>Went to prayer metting and Keith and kevin were there. Kevin winked at me a lot I wish he wouldn't make me like him. He brought me home in his camaro When we were taking lisa home he talked but on the way to my house he didnt talk. We had a b-ball game. and Lost by 30 points. Uncle John and Them came over this morning and We went to cut wood. Dad let me drive the jeep and I got stuck. I fell off the back of the jeep. Went horse back ridding and babe shied and Kim was on back and she almost fell but she stayed planted pretty well. Pike went on the Gong Show at the Ramada Inn and he got gonged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6657241542951644826?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6657241542951644826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-28-1987.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6657241542951644826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6657241542951644826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-28-1987.html' title='Jan 28, 1987'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6155819094774930292</id><published>2011-08-18T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:50:10.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 27, 1978</title><content type='html'>We didn't have school the 16th - the 20th cause of snow. During that time I went sleding and we partied had Kim Lori and Gaye stay all night and then we stayed all night with Gaye the next night I got a letter from Wayne the 21st. Then we had school monday and wenday and got snowed in I like wayne a lot now but I ain' tgoing to go with him. I miss him alot to. The 25th I got my bottoms off my teeth are pretty now. Went to Beth's Today and we went to the mall and I had fun. Q-tip got worms. Wayne comes and talks to me before school 2nd hr 4th hr and lunch and before 7th hr and after school. During 5th hr. DeWulf goes down and plays b-ball. Well Wayne started coming down and playing ball. He'd take off his shirt and boy has he got the muscles!! he's shaped sotra funny but man he's got got a great body. He's always playing DeWulf and he does a good job. He can almost dunk. He's just like a jack rabbit. I dream about him almost everynight. Tim is really putting Jr down and I don't like it but I can't tell her cause I promised. She split up with Greg and is going with Kevin. Arther is a good friend but a litle to good. Lorie is turning into a good friend to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6155819094774930292?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6155819094774930292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-27-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6155819094774930292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6155819094774930292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-27-1978.html' title='Jan 27, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8517577245275220563</id><published>2011-08-17T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:35:41.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><title type='text'>Comprehensive Chemistry</title><content type='html'>It should be taught this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wBCmt_pJTRA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8517577245275220563?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8517577245275220563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/comprehensive-chemistry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8517577245275220563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8517577245275220563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/comprehensive-chemistry.html' title='Comprehensive Chemistry'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wBCmt_pJTRA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7897958955089942196</id><published>2011-08-16T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:57:08.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 13, 1977</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I'm writting on another boy by the name of Wayne. Today he gave me a 5 page letter. I got sorta nervous about it. Then after school I went up to Andy's to give (or show) Sherry a picture of Scarlet in the tub (they printed it!) and Wayne was there. Well I showed everyone the picture and was getting ready to leave when Wayne follwed me out. He told me why he hated me so much. It was cause his mom said I and he was to young. And everyone teased him so he didn't want to put up with it so he told everyone he hated me. Then we went back inside and talked some more. I was getting ready to leave when I knocked a coat off the rack. Wayne leaned over to pick it up and after he did he put his hands on my waist. I thougth well he's going to ay good buy when he started getting closer and closer. I kew what was coming so I said "Wayne your scaring me." he instantly dropped his hands and looked very embarassed. He asked me if I could ever forgive him. I said 'yeah' He said 'I move to quick." I said "that's okay" So I took girl home and wayne went to ball practice looking sorta down and out. After practice cliff came by and told me Wayne said he was sorry and he likes girls like me. The words Wayne your scaring me has been going thru my mind ever since it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl was my grandpas dog - why I had her with me, I dont' know.&lt;br /&gt;They developed the picture we took of my cousin in the bathroom back in Nov at my grandparents anniversary party....so funny - i htought i was so bad :)&lt;br /&gt;We'll get more into Wayne later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7897958955089942196?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7897958955089942196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-13-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7897958955089942196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7897958955089942196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-13-1977.html' title='Jan 13, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4490190623387509736</id><published>2011-08-12T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:56:08.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 12, 1977</title><content type='html'>I'm still getting notes from him and there getting more and more weetier. Its sorta scarrie cause I don't want to get serious with him. Im P.E. Mr. DeWulf and his class came down(there no heat in the room) and watched up play deck tennis. Well I get really nervouis around boys and I caught only 1 in 2 games. (how embarassing) I'm trying to loose weight. Andrea said that Mr. DeWulf watched every move I made. In fifth hour we went down to the gym (I got Ind Arts 5hr) and wane and some other people came down. Well Kevin R. came over and sat down next to me for a while and we talked bout junk. Gouch said "Hey Kevin, come play ball" so he went but he gave me his watch to hold for him. I told Tamiko and she got jelous. It really wasn't a thrill for me. I wrote wayne a letter 3 1/2 pages long ( broken record) I went snow stomping with Andrea. Shes my best friend. I keep thinking on Wayne and I don't want to. Cliff and him is good friends. Snow alot 1 1/2 to 2 inches deep. Might not have school. After school I was at my locker and Wayne cam eby. We talked a bit. Tamiko got the idea finally, but when he talked he got those eyes like htey were saying "hey lets Kiss" but I couldn't look. I think if we were alone he would have. his eyes just give me a feeling inside that is joyous but yet afraid. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4490190623387509736?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4490190623387509736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-12-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4490190623387509736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4490190623387509736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-12-1977.html' title='Jan 12, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1440554277512368066</id><published>2011-08-12T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:00:05.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 11, 78</title><content type='html'>We haven't had Ind Arts in a long long time. of course it really don't bother me. Arthur is really acting weird around me he hugs me and puts his arm around me. Donald asked me to go roller skating! (gross)I can't believe it but i think Wayne likes me. Hes been writting me notes and stuff and talking to me. TodayI gave him a note and coach saw me boy am I going to be teased. I've been praying for a boy friend in particular Keith. Well I ask God to tell me if hes right for me. Well I guess he ain't cause wayne has been really sinking in. I got 2 notes from him today. Tim is a good friend we talk pretty much. I think hes neat. We had a game against carterville I saw Harold. Boy he's getting cute. I love Star Wars. Wayne asked me for my phone number. I hope he don't call. We got a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cracked up at this entry - it is all boy crazy boy crazy boy crazy - star wars - boy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Harold oh Harold - my dream boat. Harold was my first crush. First thru 8th grade, and a bit after that I am sure. I loved him my whole life. He was my first kiss in first grade. I still remember it.  I saw him at this game, and then YEARS later - 1995ish - I ran into him again when I was bartending at the Flight in Herrin.  He remembered me I remembered him - and it was over.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1440554277512368066?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1440554277512368066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-11-78.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1440554277512368066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1440554277512368066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-11-78.html' title='Jan 11, 78'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3799928197166691263</id><published>2011-08-11T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:55:47.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 3, 1978</title><content type='html'>I've ben getting really lazy on writting catch up: Went to gings for a New Years eve party and had fun Keith was there I stayed up til 6:30 in the morning I think Eric Cheuie likes me Still in Love with Harrison Ford Richie got Braces, I'm in a read a thon were getting a shower me and keiths writting to each other  I got a necklace from him he came over a few times (oh boy_ Toog is home but he's leaving tomorrow boo hoo, got a dog part shep names Q-tip Auther  has ben sorta hangin around me lately. Ben going Ice skating with beth lately been wriding babe to school going pretty well dads on strike I wish he wasn't cause we might have to get food stamps and it would be dreadful. got to give babe a shot it was fun don't got a boy friend but a lot of people say keith is but he ain't. I wish he was. I've been saying a prayer to meet Harrison Ford. I believe it will come true. got my top braces off. gaind a bit of weight I want to be in a movie. a good one like star wars. I've been reading books on Narnia really neat I wish they would come true. Babe got colic and almost died. I felt really bad. Saving up money so I can get an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note - I don't believe in punctuation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day Q-Tip came into my life. I wish I had pictures of him. The. Best. Dog. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3799928197166691263?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3799928197166691263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-3-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3799928197166691263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3799928197166691263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/jan-3-1978.html' title='Jan 3, 1978'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7164817506297343808</id><published>2011-08-10T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:39:24.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 29, 1977</title><content type='html'>School got out at 12:00 I went to ride babe and she got ice up her foot so I didn't ride her. Had a game and lost. Coach called the ref a fag and he call a Tecnickle. Mr. DeWulf was at the game ( I love him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7164817506297343808?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7164817506297343808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-29-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7164817506297343808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7164817506297343808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-29-1977.html' title='Nov 29, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6458331120127153124</id><published>2011-08-09T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:00:28.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hulk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Nov 28, 1977</title><content type='html'>Played Basket-ball with Mr. DeWulf and (I love him) he winked at me (oh joy_ Went to eat at Pizza hut and I gorged my self. Watched the hulk (Lou Forigno) (I love him) Ginger game a speech on Begles and she brought a puppy (oh cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors note****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not love The Hulk. That haunting theme song, set you up for the tortured soul of David Banner and his quest to find a way to control the raging spirit that dwells within him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAGIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aoILzi5thYg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is brilliant!!! No CGI - no special effects - just a bad wig, bad green paint job, and a bad ass Lou Ferrigno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remakes with their cgi - was like watching Jason and the Argonauts again - Live action - stop motion.  Nick Nolte and Sam Elliot couldn't save the 2003 remake - Live action - cartoon (didn't even try)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Ed Norton, John Hurt, Tim Roth - Although Ed does do tortured very well - Effects in this were like most Sci Fi presents movies - Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original -  believable - If Lou Ferrigno did put on Bill Bixbys pants - they would be that tight and the button undone -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously - the remakes.....gimme a break - Spandex does not even stretch that much - I'm a fat girl, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6458331120127153124?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6458331120127153124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-28-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6458331120127153124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6458331120127153124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-28-1977.html' title='Nov 28, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aoILzi5thYg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4764994148418599080</id><published>2011-08-08T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:49:51.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 27, 1977</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to church. me and Little andrea made a snow man. I made some cookies Greg called and me and Gaye and Greg went sleding it was fun I watched the "hobbit" and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4764994148418599080?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4764994148418599080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-27-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4764994148418599080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4764994148418599080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-27-1977.html' title='Nov 27, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8676785083708190973</id><published>2011-08-05T13:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:42:03.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 26, 1977</title><content type='html'>Kim and Lisa and me went out to wride babe it was fun I hung around Tim at the ball-game and we talked it was fun., went to davis and ate 3 inches of snow. Watched Rock Concert and Jim Stafford (I love him) was there he sang and played his girtar and Banjo he sang Mr. Bojangles and started crying ( I love him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the 70's and the fact that everyone had a variety show. Some of them were short lived - the classic summer 13 weekers - but they were still on.  Sonny &amp;amp; Cher, Dean Martin, Flip Wilson, Jim Stafford, Jerry Reed, Carol Burnett (queen of the variety shows), Bobby Goldsboro,  these and many more where the shows I loved to watch. Jim Stafford in particular. I thought he was pretty - so pretty, and he was goofy.  When his show aired, he was a hot new comer, young and handsome with just a couple of hits under his belt. He had his foot in the door, as far as show business being a writer for the Smothers Brothers Show - but he wasn't known known until Swamp Witch hit the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dreamy and in his 30's when his variety show aired. That was the perfect age for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is on the Smothers Brothers Show - If you can't see it you will have to go to my blog to see it - click&lt;a href="http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-26-1977.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; or go to http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-26-1977.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OpapdB-bCFI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8676785083708190973?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8676785083708190973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-26-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8676785083708190973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8676785083708190973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-26-1977.html' title='Nov 26, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OpapdB-bCFI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-238451019667678370</id><published>2011-08-04T19:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:56:50.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 25, 1977</title><content type='html'>Went to St. Louis and I got a Star Wars Poster, book and shirt. Me Lisa and Kim got chased by some niggers it was scarry. Lisa got her ears pearced I got some earrings too. kim and lisa stayed all night and we had fun we played life and then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;Authors note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had promised not to censor any of these entries, and believe me when I read this in my diary yesterday, I was going to skip it - or edit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why - this is what I was, a trash talking 14 year old. I was bad ass wasn't I!? This was written 34 years ago -  Wow - 34 years ago.........and the word nigger was used all of the time. Common place. I knew it was bad word, worse than Goddamn or fuck, but I was allowed to use it.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-238451019667678370?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/238451019667678370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-25-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/238451019667678370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/238451019667678370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-25-1977.html' title='Nov 25, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3209716831812871866</id><published>2011-08-03T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:35:39.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 24, 1977</title><content type='html'>Went to Aunt Sarahs and ate all day. we listened to the WCIL 100 count down from 1 - 7 them we bugged T.C. if we could use his type writer well he locked us out of his room and we needed  a pen he squirted hand lotion under the door, but we got in and found his typewriter. Rick stayed all night and he farted all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3209716831812871866?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3209716831812871866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-24-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3209716831812871866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3209716831812871866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-24-1977.html' title='Nov. 24, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3091504834230429923</id><published>2011-08-02T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:00:02.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov, 23, 1977</title><content type='html'>School was just about a party in P.E. we had a salad party and in Math we worked when we were in P.e. (me and andrea) we had to get the sodas well we got them and had to put them in boxes. we had to take the boxes back so we stopped in at mr. DeWulfs place ( I love him) and talked a while.  I got my bare back saddle and I went to wride babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3091504834230429923?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3091504834230429923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-23-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3091504834230429923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3091504834230429923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-23-1977.html' title='Nov, 23, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7156959719778613884</id><published>2011-08-01T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:00:20.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 22, 1977</title><content type='html'>Mr. DeWulf said he might bring his dog Buster to school. Lester and Cindy were over and westling and Les got on top of cindy and I guess would almost have made out with her if I wasn't there (Jealous) today in band Gordon was trying to get my horn (how dreadful) Pike brought a friend home for suppre and he's really nice he majored in animal husbantry(just like norman) He went with me and pike to feed Babe I think he liked her. Went running with andrea and I ran about 10 blocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7156959719778613884?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7156959719778613884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-22-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7156959719778613884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7156959719778613884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/08/nov-22-1977.html' title='Nov 22, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7296686678807648661</id><published>2011-07-31T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:00:07.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 21, 1977</title><content type='html'>Watched The Stars salute the great movies. And Star Wars made it in the top 10 about 5th or sobut Gone with the wind made no. 1 (how depressing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7296686678807648661?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7296686678807648661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-21-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7296686678807648661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7296686678807648661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-21-1977.html' title='Nov 21, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8214508606123527627</id><published>2011-07-30T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:00:00.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 20, 1977</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to church went out to feed of Babe and I cleaned out her stall (my back is killing me) got home kim came over and we walked andrea to the store and when we got back we got Gaye and we (me kim andrea gaye) went out to build a fort. We got mots of it done. Watched Elvis it got boring for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8214508606123527627?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8214508606123527627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-20-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8214508606123527627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8214508606123527627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-20-1977.html' title='Nov 20, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7018539866493979005</id><published>2011-07-29T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:00:01.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov19, 1997</title><content type='html'>Had to babysit Andrea Stewart went out to feed babe and andrea rode her and I road Taffy. Norman said that if I sell babe and give him the money he'll elt me buy Chetha and give him payments. When I got home, I asked dad and he said 'YES!' I get to buy Chettha!!!!!!!! Poor babe i don't know how to part with her I'm going to take some pictures of babe so I'll remember her. I'm going to sell her for $300 back to her regular place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors note---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe was a buckskin horse, my first. I had been begging for a horse since the womb and surprised with one my 8th grade year. Sadly I don't remember all of the details of the surprise, I just know I was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe was fat - I got teased about her all the time - called her a "barrel on toothpicks" or "does she have scabs on her belly from it dragging the ground?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put her on a diet and she slicked up to a really nice little horse - looks wise. She was mean as cat shit and the best thing I could have ever learned to ride on. She would buck you off, rub you off on trees, run under low branches or the barn doorway, or just lay down and roll you off.  Pop said -  if you can't ride bareback you can't ride with a saddle - Fair enuff. I learned to hang on and hang on tight. Once she learned she couldnt' shake me, she warmed up to me and we were best friends. I could take her anywhere, and never have to lead her. We would wander for hours, making up stories and living the cowboy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sold to a little girl who thought she was the best thing that ever come down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still breaks my heart that I didn't keep her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7018539866493979005?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7018539866493979005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov19-1997.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7018539866493979005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7018539866493979005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov19-1997.html' title='Nov19, 1997'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1397630955964139530</id><published>2011-07-28T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:00:13.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 18, 1977</title><content type='html'>Had great fun in the Band me and Tim were writting things on the board about Steve L.  we called him Glichliter and me Tish Piper Pooper Dooper Dyper. Went out to eat at Empors Palace and went to the mall and seen aut sarah and uncle pere and t.c. we might get a T.V. for Pikes room We wer egoing to See Star Wars (my 5th time) but Dad said "No" so we just came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note -&lt;br /&gt;Tim H. was one of my favorite people in the world. He made me laff like no other person could. Screaming lafter - he was genius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1397630955964139530?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1397630955964139530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-18-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1397630955964139530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1397630955964139530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-18-1977.html' title='Nov 18, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2306813803278595700</id><published>2011-07-27T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:00:03.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 17, 1977</title><content type='html'>Went to the Jr. high to play in the band and my coat got locked up in the band room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2306813803278595700?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2306813803278595700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-17-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2306813803278595700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2306813803278595700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-17-1977.html' title='Nov 17, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2746052810254844630</id><published>2011-07-26T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:31:10.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 16, 1977</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This one is a real treat!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pictures taken all day and we hardley did anything. I'm reading the Cronicals of Narina and the first one is The Lion the wich and the wardwrobe. next is Prince Caspian, third is The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and now I'm reading The Silver Chair. This is probley one of the few times I do this but I want to write out a dream so I won't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ginger went to a beach party to entertain and next to it was an amusement park. And on the edge of the park was a house. Well me and Ginger thought it was part of the amusement park so we went in. When we got in the door these litle things (munchikins) started chasing us and we ran into this real small perfect square room. We heard the people following us so we jumped in a hole in the wall. we was sitting there and we saw three figures walking toward us (it was dark) when they got close enough for us to see them it was Han Solo, Luke Skywalker and Chewbacca. The little people started coming and the 3 men jumped in the hole and me and Ginger huddled in the corner and we couldn't be seen. Then I snezzed and they looked around saw us. Me and Ginger got real scared and huddled closer and Han said "Who are you?" And we said "Tish and Ginger" and we said "Are you not Han Solo and luck and Wookie are you?" They said Yea how did you know? Well we couldn't explain but they told us they were serching for the Princess Lea. Then all of a sudden the hold closed over and we were trapped. We pushed and hit the walls but then Luke said that the'll probally want us later so lets rest. When the door finally opened this whichy lady in white walked up and pulled the 3 men out into the room and all the little munchkin people started shooting so they were firing and tring to make there way back to the hole. Wookie made it but Han got shot in the arm and Luke in the leg. So Ginger ran out and dragged him in while Han covered for her. I ripped up my jeans to the knee to help Han's arm and Ginger did the same for Lukes leg. After a while Luke took Ginger out of the hole and they walked and talked while me and Han just sat there (Wookie got out when Luke and Ginger did) and after a while Luke motioned Han to come out. Luke said he wanted Ginger to come with him and Han said that it would almost impossible but after a while he agreed. So Luke, Ginger and Han walked away leaving me sitting in the hole and Han turned around and walked back and he hugged me and (boy it felt good) he put his arm around me and we walked to meet the other ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Gina, Toog and Lee Ann were making up and taking pictures of everyone. Hop I have another dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors note -&lt;br /&gt;I saw star wars 13 times that year. I was all about me some han solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2746052810254844630?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2746052810254844630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-16-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2746052810254844630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2746052810254844630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-16-1977.html' title='Nov 16, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2680013114879415971</id><published>2011-07-24T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:00:10.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 15, 1977</title><content type='html'>We had to take some kind of tests and they took up a lot of the morning hours. Gina Pike Lester and Cindy were here and we was dancing and Pike took a picture of Gina squezzing Cindy's boob. It was funny. Lee Ann was sining and Pike was making her laff. She sang you Light up My life and one part goes "it can't be wrong when it feels so rite" and when she said it pike started to play with his but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Authors note -&lt;br /&gt;My brother Kevin (Pike) could make anyone laff - he is such a clown. I still to this day if I hear that song - or even hear a reference to debbie boone, or light and life in the same sentence, I see this in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2680013114879415971?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2680013114879415971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-15-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2680013114879415971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2680013114879415971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-15-1977.html' title='Nov 15, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6732469913928389189</id><published>2011-07-23T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:00:05.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 14, 1977 monday</title><content type='html'>Tamiko cussed out her little sister. the heater went bananas but we still had school. I went to get my physcical and I"m a perfect specimen. I was there from 3:00 to 5:00 (BORING) Ginger said she talked to Keith and he told her he wouldn't be at prayer meetings from a month or so cause he wants to go hunting. I got a letter from keith friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6732469913928389189?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6732469913928389189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-14-1977-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6732469913928389189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6732469913928389189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-14-1977-monday.html' title='Nov 14, 1977 monday'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6316879463539473314</id><published>2011-07-22T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:25:23.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 13, 1977</title><content type='html'>I got up about 9:00 and me and Sherry Boggis took a picture of Schralet and she said we had better wath out. The anniversery was okay except all for aunt Altha. she's weird. her and Mary I think that is her name, watched the posiden adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Author's note -As I had suspected, this was G'ma and G'pa's anniversary. It was their 50th.  I think Schralet is Scarlette - yes I have a cousin named Scarlette -we all hail from Alabama, what do you expect :)  Grandma was from the Tri-Cities in NW Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wath out = watch out - I think it was because she didn't have her make up on - or - we took a picture of her in the bathroom on the toilet - I am going to put money on the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Altha was really not weird - she was really awesome, I just wasn't old enuff to understand it at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6316879463539473314?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6316879463539473314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-13-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6316879463539473314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6316879463539473314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-13-1977.html' title='Nov 13, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4815915837453003992</id><published>2011-07-21T17:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:43:19.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 12, 1977 saturday</title><content type='html'>The band (high school) went to see the Cape Guriado Band Play I didnt go cause norm asked me if I wanted to ride Cheetha and I couldn't turn him down. I took my minibike out so I could ride it home. I wrode Cheetha from about 11:30 to 12:30 cause I had to get home and help clean up house for the aniversery. on my way home my chain broke on my minibike and I had to push it a mile. I went back out at about 3 or so and called mom to come and get me and Toog came and got me. What a suprize. He had LeeAnn with him and I like her. I went to prayer meeting and Keith didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors note:&lt;br /&gt;Toog is my oldest brother.  He must have been home for the anniversary - I am trying to remember who's it was - I am going to say prolly Grandma and Grandpas. I was always sooooooo happy to see Toog when he came home. He must have been with Living Sound at the time. Lee Ann was his girlfriend. I really did like her - she was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheta (or Cheetha as I spelled it) was my dream horse. I did finally get her. She was a blood bay quarter horse mare and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from 79-80 when we use to show. (I have a great butt - just say'n) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kjnU_7BUOD8/TiibS5dxzSI/AAAAAAAADHs/w_cjwVS5LSQ/s1600/40554_452816501659_712416659_6285182_108504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kjnU_7BUOD8/TiibS5dxzSI/AAAAAAAADHs/w_cjwVS5LSQ/s320/40554_452816501659_712416659_6285182_108504_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631922082992475426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdm4ZSYMPJc/TiibVrLX2hI/AAAAAAAADH0/6mO5yJT9DYo/s1600/39341_452816416659_712416659_6285171_2147477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdm4ZSYMPJc/TiibVrLX2hI/AAAAAAAADH0/6mO5yJT9DYo/s320/39341_452816416659_712416659_6285171_2147477_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631922130696788498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWi_T3dGXf0/TiicyMNa9oI/AAAAAAAADIE/otpct5LrkMY/s1600/40060_452816481659_712416659_6285180_873786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWi_T3dGXf0/TiicyMNa9oI/AAAAAAAADIE/otpct5LrkMY/s320/40060_452816481659_712416659_6285180_873786_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631923720111715970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh has most of my pictures - I'll see if I can dig anymore up from 1977&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4815915837453003992?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4815915837453003992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-12-1977-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4815915837453003992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4815915837453003992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-12-1977-saturday.html' title='Nov 12, 1977 saturday'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kjnU_7BUOD8/TiibS5dxzSI/AAAAAAAADHs/w_cjwVS5LSQ/s72-c/40554_452816501659_712416659_6285182_108504_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-905362864617195970</id><published>2011-07-20T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:12:22.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 11, 1977</title><content type='html'>The first part of this entry was scratched out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***No school. I would have gone to Cape Guirado with the band but Norman asked me if I waned to ride Cheeta and I said all wright**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school went out to normans to feed babe, he asked me if I wanted to ride Cheeta, I said shure. I had to ride bareback but it was fun. Then I went to the show and saw You Light Up My Life and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note -&lt;br /&gt;You Light up my life - 1977 -DiDi Conn  - I think they wrote this movie around the single. Story bout a girl who only wanted to sing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a trailer - but I found a clip of the movie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWsy9DKhsws&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL7B036244ABDD1C4C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embedding is disabled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-905362864617195970?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/905362864617195970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-11-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/905362864617195970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/905362864617195970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/nov-11-1977.html' title='Nov 11, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4637018080962497259</id><published>2011-07-12T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:25:55.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='following dreams'/><title type='text'>198 - Tumblr Challenge</title><content type='html'>One of the things on my bucket list is writing a book. I love stories, writing stories, researching content for stories - anything about the writing process I adore, but still I do not find time to write. I have started hundreds of short stories, but never really wrapped any of them up.&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a guilty pleasure for me. Taking time to steal away a few hours and embellish on a dream or an idea and escape to that place is pure bliss - so why don't I allow time for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found the 30 Day Challenge Blog and poked thru several of the entries and found one for creative writing - Click here : &lt;a href="http://30daychallenges.tumblr.com/post/7360651765/30-day-creative-writing-challenge"&gt;30 Day Creative Writing Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than a challenge to spark some interest, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4637018080962497259?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4637018080962497259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/198-tumblr-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4637018080962497259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4637018080962497259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/198-tumblr-challenge.html' title='198 - Tumblr Challenge'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4938273958460963248</id><published>2011-07-11T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:52:10.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Butt Fell</title><content type='html'>My body has changed literally in the last 6 months.  Ok I am 47, and don't work in Hollywood or have a personal trainer. Still, I am not ready to be seeing what I am seeing. &lt;br /&gt;Here is what ticks me off - I have lost 15 lbs and am still loosing. *sigh* The loss of muscle is horrific and a settling of mass, i.e. the title of this post, slapped me with a dose or reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am middle aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I was cleaning, and while walking around the house, I could feel my butt cheeks touching the back of my thighs...............WTF. Never - never did I think this would happen. My butt is my identifier. Still at my age people make mention of my butt and how awesome it is. It is the one thing I am proud of. Oh the vanity. I never thought I would have to 'keep up' my butt - it has always been there, figured it always would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine I immediately, re gained a compulsion for working out and jumped on the e-lip-tickle machine and began to pound away the miles.  I will follow up with frantically  searching youtube for videos of butt lifting exercises and add them to my morning schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to 'settle' and 'act my age' and I'll be damned if I let this little obstacle push me into orthopedic support hose, bridge classes, and weekly visits to the hair parlor. I'll save that for my 80's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4938273958460963248?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4938273958460963248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-my-butt-fell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4938273958460963248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4938273958460963248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-my-butt-fell.html' title='The Day My Butt Fell'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8033383116563366570</id><published>2011-06-06T16:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:17:03.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saftey Tip: #244</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can't trust dogs to watch your food.&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/8658681590821839304-8033383116563366570?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8033383116563366570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/06/saftey-tip-244.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8033383116563366570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8033383116563366570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/06/saftey-tip-244.html' title='Saftey Tip: #244'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5546643932232517250</id><published>2011-06-03T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:08:08.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saftey tip #432</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font: medium Helvetica; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; color: rgb(64, 0, 128); font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same              time.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8658681590821839304-5546643932232517250?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5546643932232517250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/06/saftey-tip-432.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5546643932232517250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5546643932232517250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/06/saftey-tip-432.html' title='Saftey tip #432'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3577985971879566700</id><published>2011-05-26T12:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:45:10.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerwine Cake - Serve up some southern!!!!</title><content type='html'>Cheerwine - a southern staple that's right up there with sweet tea, is a delicious carbonated cherry drink. Bless it's heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of icing down a cooler of this refreshing beverage for that next summer picnic  - make the Cheerwine into a cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-frsd6C1IQ/Td59hJDtp5I/AAAAAAAAC_k/Bg_fSuWmkt4/s1600/100_1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-frsd6C1IQ/Td59hJDtp5I/AAAAAAAAC_k/Bg_fSuWmkt4/s400/100_1892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611060194070865810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c. butter (dont' EVEN consider margarine)&lt;br /&gt;½ c. shortening &lt;br /&gt;3 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;5 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;3 c. plain flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c. Cheerwine soft drink&lt;br /&gt;red food coloring (if you want to add some color to the cake - just a good squirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Soften the butter and cream it with the shortening and sugar. &lt;br /&gt;2. Add eggs one at a time and beat well. Resist the urge to put all the eggs in at once, cuz I know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add salt and lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;4. Alternate the flour and Cheerwine and mix well between each till it is smooth.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add the food coloring if you want a pinker cake.&lt;br /&gt;6. Grease and flour two loaf pans. Separate the batter between the two, and lick the excess batter off of the spatula. (most important)&lt;br /&gt;7. Bake for 1 hour and 15 minutes or so at 325. Test with toothpick to check if it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the cakes rest for 15 minutes or so, then take them out of the loaf pans and on a plate or cutting board to continue to cool. Poke some holes in the top with a fork, to let the glaze soak thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take about a 1/3 of a bar of cream cheese and soften it. Add about a cup or more (large handful) of powdered sugar and mix it well. Now add some of the left over Cheerwine (if there is any, or just pop another can) to the creamed mixture to thin it out, and pour it over the tops of the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack your grandma - cuz this is good!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3577985971879566700?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3577985971879566700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/05/cheerwine-cake-serve-up-some-southern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3577985971879566700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3577985971879566700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/05/cheerwine-cake-serve-up-some-southern.html' title='Cheerwine Cake - Serve up some southern!!!!'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-frsd6C1IQ/Td59hJDtp5I/AAAAAAAAC_k/Bg_fSuWmkt4/s72-c/100_1892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-9158088063952748495</id><published>2011-03-11T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:06:56.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 8, 1977</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start running and shaping up. I get my braces off the 16th of Dec. Tamiko came over for pizza at lunch. these writtings are getting shorter an shorter. Mom went to Ala to get some people for Grandmas 50th anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-9158088063952748495?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/9158088063952748495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-8-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/9158088063952748495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/9158088063952748495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-8-1977.html' title='Nov 8, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1371598181194496168</id><published>2011-03-10T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:18:16.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 7, 1977</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was going with Parker Stevenson oh he's so hands some. I wrote keith a letter and I'm a little scared he'll be mad at me. I started on my project today. Me and Lisa talked a hole lot in P.E. about who we thought might kiss better, kevin or keith. Lisa says kevin cause hes older and more experienced. Lisa hurt her anckle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg - Hardy boys - anyone remember that show? I had it bad for Parker Stevenson. He was a bit of a bad boy. I could never get passed Shaun Cassidy's eye brows... He reminded me of a caveman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nSeslzTGTdc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1371598181194496168?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1371598181194496168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-7-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1371598181194496168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1371598181194496168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-7-1977.html' title='Nov 7, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nSeslzTGTdc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-2892755350932080229</id><published>2011-03-09T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:07:44.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 6, 1977</title><content type='html'>I went to the bookshelf with Reba and me and ginger works in the nursery. kieth came late but at least he came. we had a picnic after and kieth said he'd come but he didn't show up. The picnic was a bore no fun but if kieth would have been there I know it would have been fun. I ate and ate and ate.... I watched the medicine hat stallion and it was beautiful. I cried but I loved it. I said to myself, I'm going to spend more time with Babe and we are going to get to know each other better. Company is coming I don't want them to come cause I might have to stay with andy but I dont' want to and someone may age is coming I won't get to do nothing (not even prayer meeting) but I hope I can go. I'm going to put my pen to rest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe was my horse. At the time of this writing I had had her a year. I didn't neglect her, I was with her everyday, I think I was just dreaming of that classic western movie cowboy/horse relationship. Sigh - I still dream about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who the company was - or if they came. Maybe I will write about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really embarrassed about this Keith thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-2892755350932080229?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2892755350932080229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-6-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2892755350932080229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/2892755350932080229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-6-1977.html' title='Nov 6, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6305956402335601273</id><published>2011-03-08T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:55:06.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 5, 1977</title><content type='html'>All day I waited for tonight. I played the part of a little girl and I think I did good. I was a tipical little squirt. Keith was in The Cartwrongs. he was the dad. Tim was there but it was so boring. Jerry talked from about 8:30 to 10:30 (yawn) Tim didn't get to stay and talk cause his mom came to get him early. Kieth notices me more I think but I'll never get to go with him cause he (I guess) like Ginger. I guess one day I'll find the right one for me. Me and Kieth played his song as he calls it. he's so neat. Kieth said he wants to call me Bruno, instead of Bernard. We've come really cloase since the campout I think. I've got to loose weight. I'm going bannnas I'm so fat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6305956402335601273?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6305956402335601273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-5-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6305956402335601273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6305956402335601273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-5-1977.html' title='Nov 5, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7057596156793351669</id><published>2011-03-07T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:06:10.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 4, 1977</title><content type='html'>It was boring all day nothing happened I graded papers for Mr. Gieger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7057596156793351669?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7057596156793351669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-4-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7057596156793351669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7057596156793351669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-4-1977.html' title='Nov 4, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-7109486060237482404</id><published>2011-03-06T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:47:08.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pico De McDermott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pico_de_gallo"&gt;Pico de Gallo&lt;/a&gt; is one of my all time favorite foods, I can eat it by the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to put a spin on Pico - and it is just a bunch of chopped up veggies, oh so very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dub thee - Pico de McDermott!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13JNukvmwrQ/TXPxPwFmYOI/AAAAAAAAC34/fLAcAsBgaYY/s1600/100_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13JNukvmwrQ/TXPxPwFmYOI/AAAAAAAAC34/fLAcAsBgaYY/s400/100_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581069616150896866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bell pepper - diced&lt;br /&gt;2 roma tomatoes - diced&lt;br /&gt;5  green onions - chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves of garlic - minced&lt;br /&gt;1 cucumber - diced&lt;br /&gt;1 carrot - shredded&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can of corn - drained, rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can black beans - drained, rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can garbanzo beans - drained, rinsed&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cilantro&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. parsley&lt;br /&gt;4 Tlb. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used what i had on hand, but I think that a red onion would be a better addition than the green onion. I chose roma tomatoes because they are generally not as weepy and should hold up better than a 'slicer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Yum eat em up!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-7109486060237482404?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7109486060237482404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/pico-de-mcdermott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7109486060237482404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/7109486060237482404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/pico-de-mcdermott.html' title='Pico De McDermott'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-13JNukvmwrQ/TXPxPwFmYOI/AAAAAAAAC34/fLAcAsBgaYY/s72-c/100_1328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3625142613163445715</id><published>2011-03-04T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:21:26.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 3, 1977</title><content type='html'>We had a test in Ind Arts. I got 101!!!! Fred came to see me in Ind Arts and then in Band. I got a A- for an average in English and a 92 on my math class. In Biology we had a great time me ging Tamiko and Sheri all imatated people and Sheri had my purse in her shirt and Mrs. Dogface walked in. It was neat. Ging said she tried to get kieth to sit by me at the thing the 2nd but Andrea was always near. I got a three page report in study hall on hogs. Me and Andrea was talking about kissing and I said I wonder how kieth kissed and she said Probley good (how does she know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred was my dog. He knew my schedule and would come to school to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember who Mrs. Dogface was in reference to. I know it wasn't the teacher of that class, but there were a couple other teachers that I wasn't so fond of, so maybe they stopped by the class. I am really drawing a blank on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I am suspicious of my 'new friend' and her intentions on that boy I have my eye on... so fickle!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3625142613163445715?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3625142613163445715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-3-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3625142613163445715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3625142613163445715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-3-1977.html' title='Nov 3, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6548919296772321598</id><published>2011-03-03T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:54:31.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 2, 1977</title><content type='html'>I went to Gingers so I could rehearse for saturday night. and I'm in a skit about a hipcrite cristian driver. I the littel girl. Kieth was there and hes so funny. I was laughing like crazy. I think hes so neat. I love him. Lisa said to kieth "Tish likes you alot" I think (I know) it ruined my chance of getting keith. I'm not made at Lisa though. Keith does this thing with his lip that cracks me up. I tought him how to play a song on the piano. and he tried to teach me how to jugle (hopeless) Mr. Reed split us up in band BooHoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note -&lt;br /&gt;Wow - I can't spell - I don't edit the spelling, grammar or punctuation in these entries. You would think as much as I professed my love for Keith, I would at least put an effort into spelling his name right - well at least I did redeem myself in the latter part of the entry and get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6548919296772321598?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6548919296772321598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-2-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6548919296772321598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6548919296772321598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-2-1977.html' title='Nov 2, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5705469775578327510</id><published>2011-03-02T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:58:13.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 1, 1977</title><content type='html'>I got up late. I wore a brown out fit. Cathy gave me an invitation to her party. We had voice lessons and I have to learn a it more and I'll be good. Tamiko is doing great. Andrea giggles like crazy but she has a great voice. It's suprano. Tamiko is a little tone deaf but she'll learn. Cliff gave me a necklace to match my earrings how sweet. Me and Dad figured out Dr. ZAVACO. I'm going to learn it for voice. Today in Ind Arts Billy was singing and he started making kissing sounds and looking at me. I always get gum from Wayne but today something happened. I said like usually "you got any gum" and he said shure. So he got it out and I was about to take a piece when he grabbe a piece and gave me the pack. I didn't want the pack but he goes "keep it" real snotty like. I'm hurt. I wrote a poem for Andrea. I'm going to have it put in the Scohalists. I've had problems picking a real friend but I think its Andy. We share so much but I'm glad were close. Cleo's been peaing all over my stuff. I'll have to make her quit. Tamiko almost (well she did) make me pea my pants I was laffing so hard I couldn't help it. I was thinking and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors note:&lt;br /&gt;It just stops after and - nothing to see here, move a long......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5705469775578327510?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5705469775578327510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-1-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5705469775578327510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5705469775578327510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/03/nov-1-1977.html' title='Nov 1, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5746972745905811495</id><published>2011-01-30T18:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:56:32.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baked goods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pecans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian date bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouthful of heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oatmeal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian Date Bread</title><content type='html'>Here is one for all of my vegetarian babies out there -&lt;br /&gt;This is heavy and dense - and completely satisfies my sweet tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TUX4gsvwFKI/AAAAAAAACy0/uitWO5kzU8o/s1600/100_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TUX4gsvwFKI/AAAAAAAACy0/uitWO5kzU8o/s400/100_1023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568129754964432034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup apple sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oats&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda dissolved in  1/4 cup hot water.&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped dates&lt;br /&gt;1 cup pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix apple sauce and honey well.  Add all other ingredients and mix til moist (don't over mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour in a greased and floured loaf pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get very tall - but it is packed with flavor !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5746972745905811495?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5746972745905811495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/01/vegetarian-date-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5746972745905811495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5746972745905811495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/01/vegetarian-date-bread.html' title='Vegetarian Date Bread'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TUX4gsvwFKI/AAAAAAAACy0/uitWO5kzU8o/s72-c/100_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5474475358392165650</id><published>2011-01-05T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:23:14.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 31, 1977</title><content type='html'>Debbie and Chari dressed up. I wore a blue top with my pants rolled up and my boots on. Mark called me beautiful, but he was just joking (Ihate that) Andrea gave me some gold P earrings. We had lots to treaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5474475358392165650?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5474475358392165650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/01/oct-31-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5474475358392165650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5474475358392165650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/01/oct-31-1977.html' title='Oct 31, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5194439644321883071</id><published>2011-01-04T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:41:26.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct   30, 1977</title><content type='html'>We went to the auction and I've never seen such ugly horses. but they had zebras and big big horses (I mean BIG) and a giraffe and baby donkeys. oh I had a wonderful time. We had four treaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use to love to go to the sale barns. i have no recollection of this tho.....why would there be giraffes at the sale barn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5194439644321883071?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5194439644321883071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/01/oct-30-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5194439644321883071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5194439644321883071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2011/01/oct-30-1977.html' title='Oct   30, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8566878320944295986</id><published>2010-12-30T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:33:22.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 29, 1977</title><content type='html'>I got to ride Chetta for about 1 hour, boy I love it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grama took me out for lunch and tomorrow I'm going to a horse auction. The Mardi Grias was fun. I guess every one sang happy Birthday To me. I saw Pat &amp;amp; my cousins at the parade. Travis and me and beth played teacher, but I quit I was too bashful, and Trav said that's alright. Ging, Denise, Beth came over to call home, and Ging called and Larry came to get her, took the others home and Keith was with him - WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthor's note -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no recollection of Travis......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinckneyville.com/mardigras10/everything_else.html"&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;/a&gt; is a parade that happens each halloween weekend in Pinckneyville. (Pink-knee-ville) It use to be a lot of fun, and a big deal. I haven't been in  - well....prolly 30 years. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8566878320944295986?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8566878320944295986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-29-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8566878320944295986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8566878320944295986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-29-1977.html' title='Oct 29, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8456965326036443244</id><published>2010-12-29T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:06:49.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 28, 1977</title><content type='html'>Today we had my party and boy it was fun. we played lots of games and I won two of them. I got a horse bracelet and ring to match, lots of cards. Andrea got me presents also but about 2 weeks to early. They were a cute card with a cat sticking out its tounge and hand cream (lemon) and root beer lip stuff. I loved the game we played -(at the ball game in band) toot toot and all that jazz. then me and Tim sat down in some of those little things you push, you know. Ad we laffed and laffed and laffed. I love 'em. He is so neat. I hated to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note -&lt;br /&gt;Those little things you push are in reference to the skids that the players push during practice. hehe, little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim - ah Tim - I did love him. He was one of my favorite ppl on the planet. He was the guy you always wanted to hang around. Funny and nerdy. I had a bit of a crush on him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea about this game toot toot - but i will look into that one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.. i just ended that entry with his name - how sick.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8456965326036443244?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8456965326036443244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-28-1977_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8456965326036443244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8456965326036443244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-28-1977_29.html' title='Oct 28, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5416349759197356844</id><published>2010-12-22T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:06:48.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 27, 1977</title><content type='html'>I got out of band for this thing about painting a car but I can't go.  Tomorrow my birthday party. boy I'm nervous. Gaye came over and we  planed my party its going to be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been my 14th birthday - freshman year in high school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5416349759197356844?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5416349759197356844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-28-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5416349759197356844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5416349759197356844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-28-1977.html' title='Oct 27, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3547017271062500237</id><published>2010-12-15T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:57:14.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 26, 1977</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TQlxwubwx2I/AAAAAAAACsw/BDnFio9stVk/s1600/sears-mini-bike-01.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I awful at writting a journal. I love high school Mr. DeWulf is my Ind Arts teacher and he is cute. Billy has been sorta giving me the eye. I don't like it at all. I got my minibike fixed and the very first day, I let Kim ride and the brake broke and the throdle stuck and kaput..no mor minibike. Dad still has to fix it. I have a new love now. Keith. he has a brother Kevin, a dog, chickens, a indoor swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I AM IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe is fat. My birthday is only 3 days away I'll be 14. I went to the homecoming dance with Toog. I had so much fun. I wore my pheasant dress a feather come and I parted my hair on the side with bouncing curls all over. I was really neat looking and boys thought so too. In band I really regret it cause I sit next to Tim and he sticks his hands up my and gingers horn and says they aren't virgins any more. It's funny but I wish it wasn't. I got a dog. a little black mutt. he's so cute. I'm taking voice lessons. I would like to be a actor or singer when i grow up. I keep bugging ginger about keith. she knows him pretty well. I have his address (I list it here) and his phone number (listed) My classes are 1. Biology 2. Study Hall 3. PE 4. English 5. Ind Arts 6. Math 7. Band. In school I see lots of cute boys and believe it or not, they all talk to me!!! I've been calling people for my party and it's hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was not going to let me have my first H.S. dance experience pass me by. He took me to the homecoming dance. Corny, and small town squeaky clean as it may seem - it was one of the high lights of my high school career. We got cleaned up, did my hair and make up - made me into a girl and off we went. We danced all the dances and then went out to eat. My first real date and one of my favorite was with my brother. *sigh* could be in a movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Gawd that mini bike - was a sears and robuck mini bike - ran on a pull start 3.5 briggs and stratton lawn mower engine. When I would get in trouble, dad would take it off the mini bike and put it on the  lawn mower, and make me mow...... looked kinda like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TQlxwubwx2I/AAAAAAAACsw/BDnFio9stVk/s1600/sears-mini-bike-01.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TQlxwubwx2I/AAAAAAAACsw/BDnFio9stVk/s400/sears-mini-bike-01.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551093097622980450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3547017271062500237?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3547017271062500237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-26-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3547017271062500237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3547017271062500237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/oct-26-1977.html' title='Oct 26, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TQlxwubwx2I/AAAAAAAACsw/BDnFio9stVk/s72-c/sears-mini-bike-01.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5652369618780516695</id><published>2010-12-14T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:14:36.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 16, 1977</title><content type='html'>I skipped alot so i'll catch you up on it. I go my ears pirced and I love it. I 've been riding Baby my horse. I got her )Oct 29, 1976. Norman, Peggy, Brian &amp; me went riding at the slack hill in Holidayboro and Norman and Peggy fell in Quick sand and Chetta fell in to her knees and Taffy wen to her neck!!!! I haven't rinden since. We had bible school it was o.k. I still love Lester. 1 time at the lake of Egypt Me, Gaye Lori &amp; Greg went to a resturant to eat and when we got back kevin(Pike) was tring to catch a duck by swimming after it. Lester helped me out of the boat and he said is that your duck out there? Well dumb me turned to see and oh BOY LESTER KISSED ME!!!! Wow was it great. Now everytime I see him I wish he would kiss me. I get sotra jelous when I see people kissing on T.V. I wish it was me and Lester. Lisa is staying all night and Mark called So Lisa asked if he liked me and he said he'd couldn't answer right away. He came over to hear Lisa play and when he left she said why don't you kiss her? I was very embarassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God - Lester - he kissed me on my cheek - you would have thought he bent me backwards and kissed me so passionately my toes curled. Now I hadn't had much experience in the kissing department.  This is right before I start my freshman year in H.S. so let's see - I kissed Harold in 1st grade, Greg in 6th grade and John in 8th grade on a dare - he put his tongue in my mouth and i pushed him and screamed yuck! it was the grossest thing in the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidayboro - i.e. Hallidayboro was ghost of a town not quite a mile away from where I grew up - it is pronounced Howdyburrow - i don't know anything about the town other than there was a mine there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick sand - is not really quick sand. we use to go riding on the "slag heaps" at the mine that had be shut down for years. I don't know if they were real slag heaps, but it was a huge mound of coal, rock and shale that had been brought up out of the mines. These mounds could be tall - and steep. I remember racing my horse up the sides of the mounds against four wheelers and jeeps. They were really steep and some had problems getting up them. The coal would burn - for years it would burn deep under the heap. as it burned and it rained it would make a pit. it would crust on the top and you wouldn't know it till you fell in it. We all grew up not being allowed to play over there- with the horror stories of someones son who was out there and fell in, and the fires were still burning and it burned his legs off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary - I fell in over there myself one day out riding and thought I was going to loose her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think of atreyu and artax - that is what it is like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5652369618780516695?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5652369618780516695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/aug-16-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5652369618780516695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5652369618780516695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/aug-16-1977.html' title='Aug 16, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-266274064361950284</id><published>2010-12-10T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:53:05.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 16,1977</title><content type='html'>I got balled out cause I cut some of my quilt off &amp; then lori came with one of her cousins. She asked what time Kev. got home &amp; dad Said, This morning &amp; I said they were probally out drinking &amp; lester walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW what an entrance. Lester went in &amp; woke up kev &amp; I said lester was probally with them &amp; they went drinking. dad said na with him on the ball team he couldn't. I said oh yeah well then look at kev. Then Les left &amp; Lori gave a senece &amp; then she left then I got balled out again about lester Telling lori that he drank cause then it would get all over school &amp; he would get kicked off the teem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev. is my brother Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what a senece is - and why did Lori give one......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-266274064361950284?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/266274064361950284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-161977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/266274064361950284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/266274064361950284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-161977.html' title='Jan 16,1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-5049984104240797889</id><published>2010-12-10T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:00:12.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sir duke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stevie wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can feel it all over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1977'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jammin'/><title type='text'>Little Music from  1977</title><content type='html'>Just a little bit that made me happy in 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmKshpLXnxE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmKshpLXnxE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-5049984104240797889?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5049984104240797889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-music-from-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5049984104240797889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/5049984104240797889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-music-from-1977.html' title='Little Music from  1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1828846059102179564</id><published>2010-12-09T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:07:13.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 15, 1977</title><content type='html'>Me, Denise, Elaine, Pam &amp;amp; Christy went to the mall &amp;amp; saw Car Wash &amp;amp; it was a bad show (but I liked it) it had a hooker in it &amp;amp; it showed a girl half naked sitting on a toilet &amp;amp; a guy was squezing a girls tit &amp;amp; I got sick. Then we followed a real hansome guy about 15 or 16 &amp;amp; pam asked his little brother what his mame was &amp;amp; he said it was Steve Brunce (wow) then he left. I saw Richie there. Then these 2 arabers started chasing us then we found Alice (lucky). we was getting ready to leve wen Steve walked bye &amp;amp; gave us the cutiest smile I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Wash - Written by Joel Schumacher - yes the Joel Schumacher.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8W1NcwL2Q3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8W1NcwL2Q3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arabers...really? We had it beat in our heads by our parents -  when we were at the mall - all boys want to drag you into the bathroom and rape you. it is a college town, so the mall was full of college age boys from all over the world. so any one over the age of 16 was going to rape you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Wash - it was a terrible movie - I did love it - and I saw it first run :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how easily I forgot about Richie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1828846059102179564?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1828846059102179564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-15-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1828846059102179564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1828846059102179564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-15-1977.html' title='Jan 15, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3906325961046918628</id><published>2010-12-07T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:00:31.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 14, 1977</title><content type='html'>We got out at 12:15 &amp;amp; everyone is comming over to eat. but I wanted to go to the show. Dad called &amp;amp; said he was snowend in &amp;amp; he wouldn't make it to St. Louis till later &amp;amp; then a 10:00 Dad called &amp;amp; he was in St. Louis so Mom Glenna &amp;amp; Blimp went to get him so gina baby sat me &amp;amp; gaye I really missed Lester that knight I LOVE him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3906325961046918628?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3906325961046918628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-14-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3906325961046918628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3906325961046918628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-14-1977.html' title='Jan 14, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6106815652129833200</id><published>2010-12-03T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:12:33.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 13, 1977</title><content type='html'>Boy it wsa great. we were at Diannes for supp and it was a drag until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESTER CAME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got every thing for him I got his food &amp;amp; Tea &amp;amp; sat by him. Kim got jelous &amp;amp; Gina asked me if I was in love and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after we ate kevin &amp;amp; Les played pool &amp;amp; then they hit each others balls with the sticks &amp;amp; about rubsured each other. Then I fed Babe in LESTER'S TRUCK and when I got home les was on the couch I started to sew &amp;amp; mister cotter was on so me &amp;amp; lester wtahced it &amp;amp; then he left (booHoo). then Mojo got real sick &amp;amp; started pecuking all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note:***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester had a GMC Jimmy, one of my favorite trucks still.  why do guys hit each other in the balls? why do they find it funny? Mojo was my pup. She was a little beagle mix. She was either a stray or maybe one of my strays had pups, I can't remember. She was a cutie. She stayed out in the shed, and in the mornings we would call her and she would come running into the house for her breakfast and to wake me up. She would crawl all over me and like my ears. I didn't have her log - just a few weeks. She was poisoned and died shortly after this. It was terrible. She had a classic puppy look and I see her image everywhere there is cuteness. I still get a pang in my heart when I think about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6106815652129833200?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6106815652129833200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-13-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6106815652129833200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6106815652129833200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-13-1977.html' title='Jan 13, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1925922686175968182</id><published>2010-12-02T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:14:11.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 12, 1977</title><content type='html'>I had an ucky dentist to go to and I got my teeth retracted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1925922686175968182?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1925922686175968182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-12-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1925922686175968182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1925922686175968182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-12-1977.html' title='Jan 12, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6128457737548025714</id><published>2010-12-01T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:10:17.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 11, 1977</title><content type='html'>No school again. I'm wondering about richie alot. Mom went to aglow and I stayed with gaye. Kim came over and we went to my house to watch cartoons. Just before Kim came over me and Gaye and Glenna talked about kim the way she begges. Mom embaressed the crud out of me like something afful. Lester was over &amp;amp; mom said "Lester why don't you love a girl who'll love you?" and lester went "aw" &amp;amp; mom said well Tish 'le' love ya &amp;amp; I pulled the cover over my head &amp;amp; lester put his head on my shoulder &amp;amp; then he put his arm around me. boy did my heart jump. I could have kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Authors note*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - I can't spell.....&lt;br /&gt;Lester -  He wasn't my first love but he was the one I had the hardest time getting over. I think there was 6 years difference between us. He is my brothers friend. To me he was that classic home grown county boy, the type songs and movies were made about.  From about 5th grade to my senior year, I was ate up with this boy. He dated my neighbor, so if he wasn't at our house, he was at hers. Talk about pouring salt in a wound. I would see him all the time and know there was no way he would ever be mine...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6128457737548025714?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6128457737548025714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-11-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6128457737548025714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6128457737548025714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-11-1977.html' title='Jan 11, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6472907604767211556</id><published>2010-11-30T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:12:49.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 10, 1977</title><content type='html'>NO SCHOOL YEA!!!! Kim came over &amp;amp; then me &amp;amp; Kim &amp;amp; Gaye played animal doctor. I had to babysit Andrea then at about noon I put Andrea to sleep and me , Gaye, Kim, Tim, Greg, Cindy, Steve, Jane, Gina &amp;amp; Fish went sledding &amp;amp; it was great. They were real steep hills &amp;amp; I was scared stiff when I went down them. Then Steve pulled me Cindy &amp;amp; Gaye behind the jeep &amp;amp; Gaye got her fingers smashed cause Kim, tim &amp;amp; Greg would always say 'go' when they wernt suppose to. I got home and Andrea just woke up. Then I fell asleep on the couch and Judy picked up Andrea &amp;amp; went home. Toog took me to feed Babe. I watched lavern &amp;amp; Shirley's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not leave Andrea alone while I went sledding - my mom was there... just say'n.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6472907604767211556?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6472907604767211556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-10-1997.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6472907604767211556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6472907604767211556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-10-1997.html' title='Jan 10, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6285519206512097068</id><published>2010-11-16T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:00:54.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 9, 1977</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to church gaye came over and we watched t.v. then gaye stayed all nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6285519206512097068?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6285519206512097068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-9-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6285519206512097068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6285519206512097068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-9-1977.html' title='Jan 9, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-8005997074548079953</id><published>2010-11-15T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:27:13.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jan 8, 1977</title><content type='html'>Woke up late and fed Babe and she ain't eating well. Went to prayer meeting and we had just a talk. Patsy &amp;amp; Ginger &amp;amp; Me &amp;amp; Sheri was all that was there. I helped with the little kids and if they was good they got a marshmellow &amp;amp; Sarah always said "I was good". Then I got home &amp;amp; ate &amp;amp; Reba took me to youth meeting &amp;amp; Shawn came. I got home &amp;amp; mom, Thornton's (except for Gaye &amp;amp; Gina) and Davis's &amp;amp; Whittington's were there. Me and Greg and Lori got in a fight and this Nashville on the Road was on. This guy came out to sing  &amp;amp; Lori said I hate him &amp;amp; Greg said you don't eve know him, then Lori said well Donna is not very pretty &amp;amp; Greg said is she as pretty as you? &amp;amp; Lori said NO! I am a lot prettier than her &amp;amp; Greg and Me cracked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-8005997074548079953?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8005997074548079953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-8-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8005997074548079953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/8005997074548079953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-8-1977.html' title='jan 8, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3566666163319089682</id><published>2010-11-12T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:25:04.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 7, 1977</title><content type='html'>YEA NO SCHOOL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had to babysit Bryan and him and Tim had a fight with snow and Bryan started crying. So I had no fun. the Housing Project kids tore up my sled, but not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3566666163319089682?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3566666163319089682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-7-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3566666163319089682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3566666163319089682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-7-1977.html' title='Jan 7, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6676690079000645411</id><published>2010-11-12T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:23:13.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 6, 1977</title><content type='html'>Today is out early, and  sat with Lorie. we had life saver lollipops and today I started on my horse studies. I have to write a 10 page report on the health and feeding and stuff on babe and read 8 chapters in a book. I baby sat Bryan and then tonite I cleaned three stalls and Norman says hes going to buy a 7mo. old colt and I get to help show and raise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthors Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always horse crazy, but Norman is the reason it turned into an obsession. He taught me to ride, show, manage, breed - everything horses. I was born a cowboy without a horse, and Norman helped me to find my gait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6676690079000645411?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6676690079000645411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-6-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6676690079000645411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6676690079000645411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-6-1977.html' title='Jan. 6, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4876941329561719868</id><published>2010-11-10T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:19:27.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 5, 1977</title><content type='html'>Everyone was excited about getting out early tomorrow. In band we had to try to play Hearitige Overture and it was wrotten. Then me and Denise had to run off some music and had trouble like crazy. In Lang. Arts. it was great. Me and Beth was letting Richie (cute) smell our lip glosses and cap stick and he ate the stick lip gloss (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Authors note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who knows me, I have never been much of a speller. I play a game where I spell words fin-et-ick-lee, because the way I spell a word is so bad, that I rarely get a suggestion that is even close to the word I was intending to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes - i spelt wrotten for rotten and for some reason, i wrote cap stick, as opposed to chap stick. The other thing I have noticed, I use little to no punctuation in my diary. It is one long run on sentence....I am adding the punctuation for your protection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-4876941329561719868?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4876941329561719868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-5-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4876941329561719868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/4876941329561719868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-5-1977.html' title='Jan 5, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-3185780936575387672</id><published>2010-11-09T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:45:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 4, 1977</title><content type='html'>Boy today was hectic. First I got mad at Tamiko and told her I didn't want her to hang around me cause she is a active person &amp;amp; she imbarasses me. We got our pictures taken in Home Ec, Band, Band 2 times. Richie had on a beautiful sweater, it was blue and gold and had 26 on it (he's so cute). In Lang. Arts, Me and Andrea were passing notes and we kept laughing and laughing . She wrote I wuv ou ish. (it means I love you Tish) Me and Tamiko got back together (but she still gets on my nerves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i really spelled embarrasses - imbarasses.&lt;br /&gt;Tamiko and I were thick as thieves from 3rd grade til high school. I don't remember why we grew apart, but that is part of growing up. If I remember, I got mad at her, because we got in trouble on the bus. It was a silly game that went to far, and we were loud and jumping about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-3185780936575387672?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3185780936575387672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-4-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3185780936575387672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/3185780936575387672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-4-1977.html' title='Jan 4, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-6481587939253018432</id><published>2010-11-08T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:36:04.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 3, 1977</title><content type='html'>I made a change today- I am going to put first names in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited about today. Tamiko asked Richie if he would ever go with me and she said he said if he ever thought about going  with a girl, it would be me. Dec 23, everyone was in the dumps and I had started it. It was all about Harold going with Von. I got all upset and started crying so it seemed like i was all in fashion cause I lokoed around and Denise, Teresa, Paula, and Shannon was all crying. When the bell rang we got on the bus and Richie kissed me! Today Tamiko asked him why he did it and he said cause I was down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gaye went sliding on our sleds and we took Girl and when we got in our sleds Girl tried to mate with us (stupid dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Richie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never remember having a crush on Richie. It was always about Harold. I wish I wasn't so vague......&lt;br /&gt;Girl was my Grandpa's dog. She was a black lab/husky mix. One of the smartest dogs on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-6481587939253018432?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6481587939253018432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-3-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6481587939253018432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/6481587939253018432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-3-1977.html' title='Jan. 3, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1330715101523508146</id><published>2010-11-05T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:45:23.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 2, 1977</title><content type='html'>I got a skirt a vest and two shirts and Dad went to San Diego. We went to feed Babe and had a snowball fight with NB and BB. Watched WW and the Dixie Dance Kings. Can't wait till tomorrow to see RG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1330715101523508146?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1330715101523508146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-2-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1330715101523508146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1330715101523508146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-2-1977.html' title='Jan 2, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-1829900335607096950</id><published>2010-11-04T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:25:46.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 1, 1977</title><content type='html'>I woke up a 9:00 AM to feed Babe and dad had already done it we went to mary and charlies and K, L, J, AJ, UJ, the peres and an old couple. Me &amp; K &amp; L played sheraids and listened to KXOK 63 count down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658681590821839304-1829900335607096950?l=mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1829900335607096950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-1-1977.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1829900335607096950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658681590821839304/posts/default/1829900335607096950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizfitsmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/11/jan-1-1977.html' title='Jan 1, 1977'/><author><name>JustATish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02578636973521801307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/SZsm-q4duQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rW6moxYlfwk/S220/n731994713_501701_3000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658681590821839304.post-4015768999660540410</id><published>2010-11-03T14:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:31:48.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Way back machine - 1976</title><content type='html'>Last time I went home, we went out to the barn and dug around in the old storage boxes and stacks of memories and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TNGp5SE1ARI/AAAAAAAACng/FqEMXyqdkJ4/s1600/IMG00015-20101103-1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tFugXthcmVI/TNGp5SE1ARI/AAAAAAAACng/FqEMXyqdkJ4/s400/IMG00015-20101103-1422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535392218584776978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my diary from my 8th grade - freshman year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how embarrassing this is!!! so much teen age angst and pity - geezopete - i don't remember being so emo.......so - I am going to share it with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny that as I read what I wrote, when I talk about people, I use their first/last names - like i knew i was going to go back and read this and new i would forget who people were. I am not putting the names of the people I talk about - i am only putting in their initials. no need to embarrass them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 31, 76&lt;br /&gt;I could have had the chance to go GF's for new years but i came to a slumber party and it was no fun. I bombed out and got ice down my back. It was LP's slumber party. we went out to eat pizza and TJ got sick and threw up. me and GT, JM, LW, PB, LP and TJ were all there. 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