<?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-33729891</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:03:42.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildside</title><subtitle type='html'>Church For Junior Highers</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115947909218735901</id><published>2006-09-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:31:32.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Hall's Favorite Snack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/DSCF1019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/DSCF1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/DSCF1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cup O’ Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;A Cup&lt;br /&gt;Some Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, don’t forget to add the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Take the cup o noodles&lt;br /&gt;Fill with hot water&lt;br /&gt;Let sit with the lid on for about 3 minutes so the noodles get soggy&lt;br /&gt;Grab your favorite utensil&lt;br /&gt;And Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to drink the broth...it’s good for you and delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115947909218735901?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115947909218735901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115947909218735901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115947909218735901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115947909218735901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/matt-halls-favorite-snack.html' title='Matt Hall&apos;s Favorite Snack...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115946612394978777</id><published>2006-09-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:55:23.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth's Favorite Snack...</title><content type='html'>Life Changing Banana Pudding – For you banana lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 box Vanilla Wafers&lt;br /&gt;3-4 bananas&lt;br /&gt;1 box JELLO French Vanilla Pudding (you will need milk to make this part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;SO EASY!&lt;br /&gt;Make the Vanilla Pudding mix, but do not refrigerate yet&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl or dish, make layers…a layer of wafers, then a layer of sliced bananas, then a layer of the pudding mix. Fill the bowl completely with these layers, then refrigerate for 30 min. DONE! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/banana%20pudding.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/400/banana%20pudding.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that, Rick Muchow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115946612394978777?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115946612394978777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115946612394978777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115946612394978777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115946612394978777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/elizabeths-favorite-snack_115946612394978777.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s Favorite Snack...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115946425355415738</id><published>2006-09-28T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:24:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taffy's Favorite Snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/rice_paddy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/rice_paddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture to the right is a where rice is grown and is called a "rice paddy".  For Taffy, this could also be called an "All You Can Eat Buffet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE ARE FOR REALS SNACKS THAT I ATE AS A JUNIOR HIGHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice with Hot Dogs and Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;(Please note that the rice that I eat is not that insulting stuff rice called “Minute Poop Rice” or “Uncle Ben’s Poop” Instant Rice)&lt;br /&gt;The White Rice to Eat - JASMINE/Malagrosa rice -&lt;br /&gt;Good places to buy it&lt;br /&gt;99 Ranch Market in Irvine or El Toro Ranch Asian Market off of El Toro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice and Cheetos (Highly recommend for a quick snack&lt;br /&gt;Rice with Freetos and Cheese on Top&lt;br /&gt;Rice and Fried Spam and Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;Rice and Eggs with Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;Rice with Chicken Nuggets and of Course Ketchup or Sweet and Sour Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Good Rice...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/jerry%20rice.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/jerry%20rice.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former NFL Star, Jerry Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/Condoleeza_rice.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Condoleeza_rice.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115946425355415738?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115946425355415738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115946425355415738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115946425355415738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115946425355415738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/taffys-favorite-snack_28.html' title='Taffy&apos;s Favorite Snack'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115939189688260140</id><published>2006-09-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:18:16.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Favorite Snack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/dog.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/dog.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINNAMON TOAST&lt;br /&gt;- Sugar&lt;br /&gt;- Butter&lt;br /&gt;- Wonder Bread (or any other bread that is really bad for you)&lt;br /&gt;- Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast the bread. Butter the bread. Put sugar on the bread. Put cinnamon on the bread. Then eat the bread….try it with milk, it’s delicious that way.&lt;br /&gt;This is how good it will be. &lt;br /&gt;Even your dog will fight you&lt;br /&gt;for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115939189688260140?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115939189688260140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115939189688260140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115939189688260140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115939189688260140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/katies-favorite-snack.html' title='Katie&apos;s Favorite Snack...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115939121162412409</id><published>2006-09-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:28:54.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Favorite Snack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/smile%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT BUTTER AND PICKLE SANDWICH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the person who was against this sandwich and then tried it and loved it. I was like Saul and then I became Paul. If you don't understand what I'm talking about, you have two choices. Either read the Bible (start with Acts chapter 9), or if you don't have that much time, and you're physically hungry more than you're spiritually hungry, make the sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you'll need: Peanut Butter, Bread, Pickles, a butter knife, and something flat and heavy like a history book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one. Spread peanut butter on both slices of bread.&lt;br /&gt;Step two. Cut pickle in slices. (use dill, they're better.) Because you are using a butter knife, (the rounded kind, not pointy), give your brother or sister a poke. It won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Step three. Put pickles on one piece of bread and seal it with other piece of bread.&lt;br /&gt;Step four. Now is the time to use your heavy, flat object. Let's just say it's a history book. Put your history book on your sandwich and give it a good smash. We all know that flat food tastes&lt;br /&gt;better! Now take a bite and enjoy. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/smile%20cropped.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/smile%20cropped.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you'll feel after eating this sandwich------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115939121162412409?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115939121162412409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115939121162412409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115939121162412409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115939121162412409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/kevins-favorite-snack.html' title='Kevin&apos;s Favorite Snack...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115931605215103960</id><published>2006-09-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:14:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt's Favorite Snack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/pbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/pbj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRILLED PB&amp;J SANDWICH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, without question, the most amazing after-school snack you will every lay teeth into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;-Two slices of bread&lt;br /&gt;-Peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;-Jelly (I prefer strawberry, but any flavor will work)&lt;br /&gt;-Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;- Make a normal PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;br /&gt;- After making the sandwich, butter the outside of both pieces of bread (this makes sure the sandwich doesn’t stick to the pan)&lt;br /&gt;- Heat up a pan on the stove&lt;br /&gt;- Grill your pb&amp;amp;j sandwich just like you would grill a grilled-cheese sandwich&lt;br /&gt;- ENJOY THE WARM, GOOEY GOODNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115931605215103960?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115931605215103960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115931605215103960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115931605215103960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115931605215103960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/kurts-favorite-snack.html' title='Kurt&apos;s Favorite Snack...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115931589614545777</id><published>2006-09-26T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:11:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah's Favorite Snack....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/choc_chip.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/choc_chip.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this….Betty Crocker’s Chocolate Chip Cookies!!! Mmmm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;-2 1/2 (1 ounce) squares unsweetened chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;-2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;-1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;-1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;-1 1/4 cups white sugar&lt;br /&gt;-2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;-1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;-2/3 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;-2 cups semisweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). In the microwave or over a double boiler, melt unsweetened chocolate and butter together, stirring occasionally until smooth. Sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl, beat sugar, eggs, and vanilla until light. Mix in the chocolate mixture until well blended. Stir in the sifted ingredients alternately with sour cream, then mix in chocolate chips. Drop by rounded tablespoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely. Store in an airtight container.&lt;br /&gt;They are delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115931589614545777?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115931589614545777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115931589614545777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115931589614545777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115931589614545777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/mariahs-favorite-snack.html' title='Mariah&apos;s Favorite Snack....'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115886930814354401</id><published>2006-09-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:09:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP DVDs</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;We just got a package from 1000 Pines with all of the new camp DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;If you got the wrong DVD when we got back from camp...come to the Wildside Booth this weekend and pick up a new one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115886930814354401?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115886930814354401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115886930814354401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115886930814354401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115886930814354401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/camp-dvds.html' title='CAMP DVDs'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115886856210796131</id><published>2006-09-21T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:56:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kevin was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends Christian Middle School in Yorba Linda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite was Mrs. Ashley, my art teacher. She was so cool and would let us listen to music and have food everyday while we worked. Plus, she really cared about us and was very encouraging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably art because of Mrs. Ashley or P.E. because we usually played a fun sport. The Badminton tournament was the best! Wrestling was also great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your favorite thing to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my friends got hot lunch which wasn't that good. But on Fridays, they would have Pizza Hut, Carl's Jr, or KFC. I always had a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, chips, and an apple. Boring. In fact it's so boring, I don't even want to talk about it anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Connelly from "The Rocketeer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Jennifer%20Connelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend's name was Todd. I haven't seen him for about 2 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite was none other than a Christian band called Petra. I also liked Michal W. Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/michael%20w%20smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cartoons: The Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck Show, Disney's Talespin, Batman: The Animated Series Live Action: Family Matters, The Cosby Show&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/talespin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What About Bob?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Bush Sr.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115886856210796131?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115886856210796131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115886856210796131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115886856210796131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115886856210796131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-kevin-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Kevin was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115871343983451336</id><published>2006-09-19T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:50:41.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mariah was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newhart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Perry, he was the best choir teacher ever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math, I love math what can I say!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your favorite thing to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nachos and a big stick Popsicle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathan Taylor Thomas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Jonathan%20Taylor%20Thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coco, 3 months ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys II Men&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/boys%20II%20men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90210&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babes in Toyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/babes%20in%20toyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clinton&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115871343983451336?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115871343983451336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115871343983451336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115871343983451336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115871343983451336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-mariah-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Mariah was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115871220228092236</id><published>2006-09-19T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:30:02.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kurt was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granada Middle School in Whittier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Spanish teacher, Mr. Duncan, because he hung out with us at lunch, he made class interesting and seemed to actually like his job!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative Writing. Because I like to write in a creative way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your favorite thing to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite thing was these hot ham and cheese sandwiches they sold with an ice cream sandwich for dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm....probably the girls from Charlie's Angel's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/charlie%27s%20angels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Pace. I haven't seen him in several months, but we talked on the phone today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite band was Devo. My favorite singer was Tom Petty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/DEVO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magnum P.I and Happy Days&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Magnum%20P.I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Wars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Carter and then Ronald Reagan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/jimmy%20carter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115871220228092236?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115871220228092236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115871220228092236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115871220228092236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115871220228092236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-kurt-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Kurt was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115871152333648305</id><published>2006-09-19T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:18:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Alanna was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Paz Intermediate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Erikson because he was fun and we did sweet science experiments...and I think I was his favorite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASB...does that count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Or what did you eat for lunch on most days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom packed me lunches and usually left little notes in the bag. AWWW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/bag%20lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devon Sawa. What? We had the same birthday we were MFEO.&lt;/strong&gt; (Made For Each Other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Devon%20Sawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryanne Dearden...about 4 minutes ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presidents of the United States of America, Weezer, No Doubt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/no%20doubt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beverly Hills 90210, Boy Meets World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clinton&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115871152333648305?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115871152333648305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115871152333648305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115871152333648305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115871152333648305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-alanna-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Alanna was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115825724517727500</id><published>2006-09-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:07:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Matt Hall was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Rancho Junior High in Anaheim Hills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Smith...he was my P.E. teacher and I loved P.E. and he wore the sweetest 1980’s sunglasses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/sunglasses.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ART...I love making drawings of fun stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you eat for lunch on most days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday was a sack lunch that my mom made for me...PB &amp; J sandwich, Fruit by the Foot, cheese &amp;amp; crackers, and a Capri Sun juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meg Ryan...she was hot!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/meg%20ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony Schifano...about 6 months ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U2 and Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price is Right...come on down!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Goonies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Reagan_Ronald.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115825724517727500?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115825724517727500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115825724517727500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115825724517727500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115825724517727500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-matt-hall-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Matt Hall was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115825659377210434</id><published>2006-09-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:56:33.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Elizabeth was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuckahoe Middle School...Richmond, VA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Baylor. She had a New York accent and gave out "tootsies" (tootsie rolls) when you got answered history question correct. She would also call people "morons" occasionally, but never me. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English. I loved to read!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you eat for lunch on most days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ham and cheese sandwich, chocolate pudding cup, apple, Snapple drink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Hanson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/taylor%20hansen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Morgan. We're still best friends but she is living in New York right now, so its been awhile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanson, of course!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/RomeoAndJuliet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clinton&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115825659377210434?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115825659377210434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115825659377210434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115825659377210434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115825659377210434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-elizabeth-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Elizabeth was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115825612430518337</id><published>2006-09-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:49:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When John was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oklahoma Christian Schools&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. High, 8th grade Bible, She would reward us with "Delectable Morsels" at the end of every week if we were good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art. I have no artistic abilities, but I had a lot of fun in that class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you eat for lunch on most days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunchables. The ham and cheddar kind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffani Amber Thiessan - AKA- Kelly Kapowski from "Saved By the Bell"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/kelly%20kapowski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trey Wince - Last Christmas. We are still really good friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spin Doctors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/spin%20doctors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Saved By the Bell"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb and Dumber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Herbert Walker Bush and William Jefferson Clinton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115825612430518337?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115825612430518337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115825612430518337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115825612430518337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115825612430518337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-john-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When John was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115810538173657712</id><published>2006-09-12T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:42:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Stephen was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coosa Middle School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 8th Grade Science teacher, Mr. Maxwell - he made learning fun and experiential.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math - because I understood it and (not bragging) I was good at it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your favorite thing to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite thing HAD to be either the chicken nuggets OR the Salisbury Steak - YUMMY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Pheifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/michelle%20pfeiffer.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Austin Gattenby - unfortunately it has been a few years. I hate that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seinfeld - Kramer is HILARIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommy Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/tommy%20boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115810538173657712?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115810538173657712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115810538173657712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115810538173657712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115810538173657712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-stephen-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Stephen was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115808870894937402</id><published>2006-09-12T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:41:53.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Brian was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armuchee Middle School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Edwards because he was our PE teacher and was hilarious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History... I like history because it never changes; new stuff just gets added to it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your favorite thing to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the pretty ones. If she was pretty, I probably had a crush on her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Travieso. I last saw him my sophomore year in college before he and his family moved to Florida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/garth_brooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb and Dumber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115808870894937402?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115808870894937402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115808870894937402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808870894937402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808870894937402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-brian-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Brian was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115808861422754749</id><published>2006-09-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:21:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Taffy was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Port Charlotte Seventh Day Adventist Private School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Danske, but we called him Mr. D Because he taught me how to play every sport well and he was just cool!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch, PE, and Math Why? Lunch Need i say more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your favorite thing to eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well my mom no joke would pack me a tupperware full of Rice and Vienna Sausages with Ketchup (Hey I'm Philipino) (Or what did you eat for lunch on most days?) My mom would usually pack me Rice and a Meat of somekind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Pfeiffer off of Grease 2 and all Transformers, yup i was a dork and still am today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/michelle%20pfeiffer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerry Lomino. I think in 8th Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band/solo artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Al&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/weird%20al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grease 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronald Regan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115808861422754749?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115808861422754749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115808861422754749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808861422754749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808861422754749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-taffy-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Taffy was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115808833459687252</id><published>2006-09-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:19:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Allison was in Junior High...</title><content type='html'>1. What Junior High did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serrano Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Kiyomi...he made math enjoyable...and i aided for him in 8th grade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite subject? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAL. I loved being in myPAL class. There was very little homework.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you eat for lunch on most days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I either ate 2 pretzels, or a Taco Bell burrito...and a Wild Cherry Pepsi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the actor/actress you had a crush on in JH? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/leonardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had a huge crush on Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/leonardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/leonardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/leonardo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your best friend? When was the last time you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lindsay Chappell. I haven't really talked to her in about 4 years. I saw her at Target the other day, but she was on the phone so I didn't say hi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I listened to oldies music (KEarth 101) in JH. But I guess I really liked Boys II Men. Or Mariah Carey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, definitely Boy Meets World.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ummm. I think Jurassic Park. I felt so brave watching it...it was SO scary to me! Or Dumb and Dumber.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/dumb%20and%20dumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/dumb%20and%20dumber.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the President when you were in JH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Bush senior...and then Bill Clinton.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115808833459687252?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115808833459687252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115808833459687252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808833459687252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808833459687252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-allison-was-in-junior-high.html' title='When Allison was in Junior High...'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115808529111739729</id><published>2006-09-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:21:31.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen's Most Embarassing Moment (or one of them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of when i made the basketball team in 8th grade. I was such a butterball - don't you agree???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i was in 8th grade at Coose Middle School, where i attended Jr. High. We call it "Middle School" in Georgia. Anyway, one of the things i really really wanted in Jr. High was to make the basketball team. In 8th grade, somehow i DID make it only to most of the season sit the bench, but its all good. One particular day for our practice time, there was a planned scrimmage against our girls team. You know how it is, both teams needed to get some sort of idea of how things would look running your plays against a different team and that kind of thing. What makes this so funny to me though, is the day of the scrimmage, one of the girls from the basketball team (April Davis) decided that she would come to school that day and talk trash to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk trash = making fun; saying we won't win; saying we're not very good; she's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make a long story a bit shorter, April was the 2nd string Center for the girls team and i was the 2nd string Center for the guys team. So all day i'm thinking, "i can't wait to play against her and stuff the ball in her face." Don't worry, i wasn't bitter. So in the midst of her saying all sorts of things about our team and all of us dudes getting frustrated, we were all ready to play, especially against her. Well, so when our second string goes into the game - the guys team is up by a pretty good amount. Here it is though, the match up i've been waiting for. Me vs. April Davis and i could hardly wait to do something good against her so she would eat her words again. So, i post up and yell for the ball from our shooting guard (Josh Teems) and sure enough i have the ball and i'm about to try a turn around jump shot. Now, before i finish this moment, one thing you HAVE to know about me is that i am without a doubt blind without my glasses or my contacts in. So, i get the ball and i do the turn around jump shot deal. Things are looking good, i feel good about the shot. Just as i released the ball from my fingertips two things happen. 1. i yell at April - "In YOUR face - WOO HOO!" 2. In mid - air she knocks my glasses completely off of my face to where i can't see much of anything. So in my mind the ball looks like it is going right into the net, i'm feeling good about it, and i felt like i just scored on the ONE girl that i wanted to and really HAD to. Can you guess what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right - the ball that looked like it was going in the hoop sailed completely OVER the goal and literally everyone on the court just froze and had looks on their faces like, "What in the world was that?" The embarassing part; i thought it was going in AND it was against a girl. Sad times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115808529111739729?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115808529111739729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115808529111739729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808529111739729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115808529111739729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/stephens-most-embarassing-moment-or.html' title='Stephen&apos;s Most Embarassing Moment (or one of them)'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115801843269123226</id><published>2006-09-11T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:47:12.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alanna's Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/me%20jr%20high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/400/me%20jr%20high.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy...this is a picture of me as an incoming 7th grader...before I learned I could smile with my teeth. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my most embarrassing moment happened in my English class in 8th grade.  We were giving speeches...persuasive speeches if I remember correctly.  I was pretty confident in my speech and in my public speaking abilities.  However, after about 30 seconds into my speech I started getting really wierd, awkward looks from the audience.  So, naturally I got a little uncomfortable.  Was I not doing a very good  job.?..oh great...my speech is boring...I knew it was going to be boring.  Luckily I survived the speech without passing out or barfing...but when I sat back in my seat the wierd looks didn't stop.  Finally after the bell rang I was informed of the reason behind all the wierd looks.  My friend Marlowe (we called her Mo) came up to me and said, "Oh my gosh Alanna, your zipper was down for your whole speech!"  I was mortified...than she continued..."No...Alanna...you don't understand...it wasn't just down...it was down and OPEN...everyone saw your underwear!"  It really doesn't get worse than that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...it does!  About a week later my friend was riding the bus home from school and this boy...who was a pretty big deal at La Paz Intermediate...was looking through my friends wallet at all her pictures.  And when he came to a picture of me...he said, "Oh my gosh...that's the girl who gave a speech with her zipper down in Mrs. Pappas' class!"  He wasn't even in my class!  Apparently news of my little mishap had spread to the hot guy in school!  Now it REALLY doesn't get any worse than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115801843269123226?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115801843269123226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115801843269123226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115801843269123226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115801843269123226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/alannas-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Alanna&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115773958550496850</id><published>2006-09-08T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:21:09.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah's Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/mariah%20JH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/mariah%20JH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me on the right, next to my friend Coco! When I was in Junior High my friends and I would love to goof around in class, passing notes, making jokes, making fun of the teacher, you know typical junior high stuff. I was in 6th period, Advanced Science, with Mr. Evanston and it was my birthday. All my friends had brought me flowers and balloons and treats to carry around throughout the day. My friend Michelle and I got hungry during 6th period and decided to open up some tiny jawbreakers that were given to me in one of those tube things. Anyway, anyone who knows Mr. Evanston understands there is never under any circumstance are allowed food or candy in the class. Well, as I tried to get the cap off, I realized it was stuck so with all my might, I pulled, You see I was very strong in junior high as you can tell from my picture, all the tiny jawbreakers went everywhere. There wasn't one person in class who didn't turn around and start laughing. Mr. Evanston looked at me with fury in his eyes and told me to pick every last one off the ground, ALONE. "you mean know one could help me?" I asked. "Nope," he said and I began to pick them up by hand. There were what felt like a thousand. It took all class long and then some. From that day out I was know as jawbreaker girl in science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115773958550496850?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115773958550496850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115773958550496850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115773958550496850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115773958550496850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/mariahs-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Mariah&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115766538737006760</id><published>2006-09-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:43:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth's Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/Elizabeth%20jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/Elizabeth%20jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would like everyone to note that in this picture...yes, I am wearing a fanny pack and yes...the shirt I am wearing is from computer camp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back when I was in junior high, the church that I attended went on a retreat every summer. One night during the retreat, some of the cute boys from our church were swimming in the pool and my best friend and I decided to go too! Unfortunately, you had to climb over a fence to get inside the pool. My friend climbed over first, and I followed..only the fence got caught on the back pocket of my shorts and I was caught, suspended in the air, with all the cute boys laughing at me. It gets better: my best friend tried to help me by giving me a chair to stand on, but when I freed my shorts from the fence, I fell ON the chair, knocking it over and falling on the ground. Needless to say, the cute boys were NOT impressed..and I turned ten shades of red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115766538737006760?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115766538737006760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115766538737006760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115766538737006760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115766538737006760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/elizabeths-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115766555853751289</id><published>2006-09-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:05:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Hall's Most Embarassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/Matt%20Hall%20jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/Matt%20Hall%20jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the summer of 1986 and I was at church summer camp, up at Ponderosa Pines in Running Springs, Ca. I was going into the 7th grade and it was my first time at camp. I was super nervous and scared to be away from home for an entire week. And the main source of my fear was thinking about eating a weeks worth of nasty camp food.&lt;br /&gt;The first two days of camp went great! I met a new best friend, played some fun games, and the speaker was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;On day three, the camp food began to kick in. My stomach was feeling a little weird, but nothing really out of the ordinary (I've had my share of stomach issues). As I was competing in a sweet game of tug o' war, I suddenly felt what I thought was a gas bubble deep in the depths of my stomach. The pain was intense, almost too much to bear. So, as I continued to pulled on the rope, I did what I had done hundreds of times before...I pushed to release the gas. But, to my surprise, it wasn't gas!!! Yep, I pooed my pants...at sumer camp! Can you believe that?! I had to carefully waddle from the sports field, up to my cabin (normally a 3 minute walk that took 15 minutes), to change my shorts. And to top it off, I was 20 minutes late for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Man that was embarrassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115766555853751289?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115766555853751289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115766555853751289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115766555853751289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115766555853751289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/matt-halls-most-embarassing-moment.html' title='Matt Hall&apos;s Most Embarassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115758643659582746</id><published>2006-09-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:32:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin's Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/kevin%20jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/kevin%20jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 8th grade, there was a girl that pretty much liked every guy in school. Her name was Christy and she was in my typing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at my school, we actually had typewriters. We also had computers, but typewriters were cheaper and so they had a bunch of them for us to practice our typing. The thing about typewriters is that they are very loud and so when you've got 20 of them going in a small room, it was very loud and very hard to talk. We all just sort of got used to it and talked really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day, we were typing away (We had very lame sentences to type, "My dog's name is Rufus. He is very friendly. He is fun to pet.") and Christy, who is sitting on the other side of the room, decides to declare her love for me, and yelling over the roar of 19 typewriters, shouts, "Kevin Reeves, I love you so much! Will you go out with me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that made it even more embarrassing was that Christy just happened to say it at the exact moment in time when everyone stopped typing. So it was typing, typing, typing, typing, complete silence, "Kevinreevesiloveyousomuchwillyougooutwithme?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course everyone in class watched me to see what I would say. And what did I say?  Out of all the millions of things that I could say, I chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have to keep typing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went back to my typing. Very embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115758643659582746?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115758643659582746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115758643659582746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115758643659582746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115758643659582746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/kevins-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Kevin&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115751444756332859</id><published>2006-09-05T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:15:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison's Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/Allison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/320/Allison.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is this picture? That's me in 7th grade. I used to wear that shirt all the time. It was &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; cool back then. (Or at least I thought so.) And I wore those earrings because I thought they matched the spots on the shirt. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my most embarrassing moment actually happened &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; Wildside. When I was in 7th grade, we didn't have C-Groups in homes...we all met at the church in 404 to have "big fun game time" and then went to different portables for small groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after school and before "midweek" I shaved my legs for the very first time. When I got to church that night, I told my friends in my small group...they told Katie Edwards (who was Katie Sadler then, and my small group leader)...she told the Junior High pastor (Greg Lafferty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg then gets up on stage and says "Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know...Allison shaved her legs for the first time tonight! You know what, Allison come on up here on stage...and anyone else, if &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; shaved your legs today come on up on stage, you can help us run this next game!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed. Mostly because this guy I thought was cute had heard about me shaving my legs. So I ran out of the room crying. Katie still apologizes for embarrassing me that night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115751444756332859?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115751444756332859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115751444756332859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115751444756332859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115751444756332859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/allisons-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Allison&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33729891.post-115715332887881546</id><published>2006-09-01T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:28:48.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt's Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4755/3707/200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that picture? That's me in 8th grade. I'm not sure why it's in black and white. I'm old, but they &lt;em&gt;DID&lt;/em&gt; have colored photos back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my most embarrassing Jr. High moment actually takes place on the very first day of school of my Freshmen year of high school. I was sitting under a huge tree with my best friend Mike Pace. We were totally nervous and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring to start our high school journey. I didn't know it at the time, but in the tree above us sat some sort of bird. I don't know what kind of bird, but it must have been massive. The reason I know it was a big bird was because of the size of the bird turd it dumped on my shoulder. That's right, just as the bell was ringing to go to our first class, a MASSIVE bird poop splattered all over my shoulder! I couldn't believe it! I took off running for the nearest bathroom and spent several minutes dumping water on myself trying to clean the mess. Instead, I just made it worse. In order to avoid getting a tardy in my first class on my first day of highschool, I ran out of the bathroom with a soaking wet, sorta clean but mostly turdy shirt! I got to class in time, but I'll never forget the stares and giggles from everybody. Other than that, my first day of high school was pretty fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33729891-115715332887881546?l=heywildside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/feeds/115715332887881546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33729891&amp;postID=115715332887881546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115715332887881546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33729891/posts/default/115715332887881546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heywildside.blogspot.com/2006/09/kurts-most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Kurt&apos;s Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Wildside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180145656720899528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
