<?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-7346943694534921269</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:48:53.104-06:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='silliness'/><title type='text'>♥ Zieglar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-2555290286520661506</id><published>2010-07-30T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:07:43.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Have You</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about this song I wrote in '08, one of my first original&amp;nbsp;Christian songs. I'm thinking about fixing it up a bit (I just fixed up the lyrics&amp;nbsp;some while typing it on here), but I felt like sharing the words with anyone who comes along.&lt;br /&gt;...Anyone? Hmm? No?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Have You" by Megan Zieglar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun not in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The world as cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up to die&lt;br /&gt;But I still have You&lt;br /&gt;People go to war&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but closed doors&lt;br /&gt;Far&amp;nbsp;worse than before&lt;br /&gt;But I still have You&lt;br /&gt;I still have You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord give me the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;For&amp;nbsp;people living this&amp;nbsp;way&lt;br /&gt;They just don't know&lt;br /&gt;They just don't see&lt;br /&gt;Blinded till eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is today&lt;br /&gt;Today is yesterday&lt;br /&gt;The stars fade away&lt;br /&gt;But I still have You&lt;br /&gt;You said our time is up&lt;br /&gt;The chance we have is done&lt;br /&gt;To join You up above&lt;br /&gt;If we don't have You&lt;br /&gt;We don't have You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord give me the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;For all&amp;nbsp;the spirits&amp;nbsp;decay&lt;br /&gt;They just don't know&lt;br /&gt;They just don't see&lt;br /&gt;Blinded till eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts slowly beat&lt;br /&gt;Brought down to their knees&lt;br /&gt;Choruses of plea&lt;br /&gt;'Can I still have You?'&lt;br /&gt;'Can I still have You?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch them as they&amp;nbsp;crave&amp;nbsp;His Holy Name&lt;br /&gt;With tears&lt;br /&gt;'Can I still have You?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-2555290286520661506?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/2555290286520661506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=2555290286520661506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/2555290286520661506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/2555290286520661506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-have-you.html' title='To Have You'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-1233711461426504066</id><published>2010-07-25T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:58:42.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Favorites</title><content type='html'>This is&amp;nbsp;a much better place&amp;nbsp;to share my thoughts than Facebook is, even if nobody reads these.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like an online journal for everyone to see?&lt;br /&gt;......Wait, that's what a blog is you dummy.&lt;br /&gt;Crud, I just had a "Megan moment" while talking to myself online.&lt;br /&gt;.....Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite songs tend to circulate.... It's weird, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I won't get into all that.&lt;br /&gt;But I have several favorite songs at the moment, and I just have to share them with anyone and&amp;nbsp;everyone....or in this case, possibly no one but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOnbry-y7B4&amp;amp;videos=-Zs1VxeYyrw"&gt;Don't Look Back - Alex Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvHQHdyCP2U&amp;amp;videos=-Zs1VxeYyrw"&gt;Hearts - Alex Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGu15l-Gkhw&amp;amp;videos=-Zs1VxeYyrw"&gt;The World is Mine (I Don't Know Anything) - Alex Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wIbylO24gE&amp;amp;videos=-Zs1VxeYyrw"&gt;L'absente - Yann Tiersen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyCRJmerW1Q&amp;amp;videos=-Zs1VxeYyrw"&gt;Comptine d'un autre été - Yann Tiersen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I learned how to play this song mwahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGoOtSPMQlc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Sadness and Sorrow - Naruto&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(It has weird pauses in this video... Oh&amp;nbsp;and my favorite part is 1:37-2:07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GC_tKAjP3tc&amp;amp;videos=xhQE5TdVIDc"&gt;You and I, Unfulfilled Feelings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBjTljY2nu8&amp;amp;videos=xhQE5TdVIDc"&gt;Killer Queen (cover)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Isn't this flippin'&amp;nbsp;gorgeous? *jealous*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kg4Hg4Wtyos"&gt;Truman Sleeps - Philip Glass&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Love the movie too. Watch it if you haven't -- "The Truman Show")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcqqCIAGRpo&amp;amp;videos=hPBq4Rpk0NY"&gt;Happier - A Fine Frenzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WCFTKI5lu4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Black Swan Song - Athlete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWayL5NBH80&amp;amp;videos=AGJND3eH444"&gt;Chances - Athlete&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I found this on an episode&amp;nbsp;from my favorite tv show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o54ccUHXtc&amp;amp;videos=p8JXBzMK57o"&gt;The Time of Your Life - Alex Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjPqsDU0j2I&amp;amp;videos=V1RHbESoPQI"&gt;Mr. Blue Sky - ELO&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Okay... I stole this from a different episode from the same tv show...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eivjMgWu3JA&amp;amp;videos=MiGXom5OIUA"&gt;That Girl - David Choi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I found the acoustic version of this song sometime back, which gives me hope cause that's sort of what I do on youtube also... but with a keyboard not guitar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... that's kind of a lot of current favorite songs... And now, I wash dishes.&lt;br /&gt;While listening to this music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-1233711461426504066?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/1233711461426504066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=1233711461426504066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/1233711461426504066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/1233711461426504066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2010/07/current-favorites.html' title='Current Favorites'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-8873332706420525748</id><published>2009-09-01T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:53:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Whovian</title><content type='html'>How come nobody I know watches Doctor Who? Well except for some of my dad's family, but I only see them like once a year... If only my grandma (my dad's mom) were still alive, we could be watching Doctor Who together! 'Cause apparently she liked to watch the classics (they weren't classics back then) and I like to watch the newer series. =] Ahhh a grandmother/granddaughter bonding moment that could have been... Oh well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I originally meant to say - Nobody gives Doctor Who a chance! Even Trekkies or whatever they're called! I gave Star Trek a chance, and I like it. Not as much as Doctor Who, but still. GRR!&lt;br /&gt;I think I know exactly who I'm going to marry - the only guy who watches Doctor Who. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;But since I don't know anyone who watches Doctor Who, well then I guess I'm never getting married...&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, salvation beats Doctor Who any day. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-8873332706420525748?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/8873332706420525748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=8873332706420525748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/8873332706420525748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/8873332706420525748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/09/lonely-whovian.html' title='A Lonely Whovian'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-3197829393078633539</id><published>2009-08-30T00:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:02:35.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony Redo ;)</title><content type='html'>Starting at about age 3 or 4 and up till to this very day, I grew up in a Christian home. So, of course, I knew plenty of things about the Bible, God, Jesus, salvation, etc. Yet just because my parents accepted Christ into their lives, it doesn't mean that I did. I used to live the way the world does, because I wanted the world to accept me. I thought I would be happier, but it just made me miserable and disgusting. Without God, I morphed into a lesser me. (I stole that from a song by Eowyn - "Locked Away". Listen to it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have denied Christ Jesus more than once, even when I knew it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly drank beer at age 13. Good thing I was "smart enough" to do it in front of a group of people, including my parents. Thankfully they caught me before I drank any. God was totally taking care of me back then (and still is) and I didn't even realize it!&lt;br /&gt;I have been so depressed that I thought about killing myself constantly (as in everyday for a month or so).&lt;br /&gt;I have been somewhat anorexic...&lt;br /&gt;Dressed and talked "suggestively".&lt;br /&gt;I've done some really terrible things that I still have trouble saying outloud to those who already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... on October 22, 2008, during English class, I felt God's presence. It was strong. He was talking to me... And He was talking REALLY loud!&lt;br /&gt;You see, my English teacher was talking about the book we were reading - Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter". She had been telling us almost everyday that the theme of the book was "sin and guilt". God used my homeschool DVD teacher to get through to me. Out of nowhere I had a really heavy feeling on my heart, I couldn't even concentrate on whatever else my teacher had said. That heavy feeling was the guilt of my sin, and God saying, "Tell them."&lt;br /&gt;My dad was in the same room at the time, and I knew God wanted me to tell my parents right then and there of the sin I had been struggling with for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to God over and over again to be with me and give me strength as I were about to confess (oh boy was I scared!).&lt;br /&gt;As God was saying (felt like yelling, in a Fatherly way), "Tell them. Tell them. Tell them. Tell them. Tell them..." I told my dad, and I felt Him stop saying, "Tell them." Then I prayed with my dad about it...&lt;br /&gt;So on that ordinary school day during English class, I asked God to forgive me for all of the horrible things I had done, and accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. And I'm so glad I did. Just thinking back on that day makes me want to cry, because I know how much He loves me! I am so thankful He saved me, and to know that I'll be in heaven with Him someday soon. And when I get there, the first person I'm going to meet is the One who saved me from my sins, from living eternity in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Father, for Your unconditional love, and for saving a wretch like me (stole that from a song too). All I want to do is live my life for You and serve You, Abba. And I pray that whoever is reading this will ask for Your forgiveness, and want You to come into their lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is Yours, I love You. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And me being "Forgetful Megan"... I forgot to say that I no longer deny Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer depressed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;No longer anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dress and talk "suggestively" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't curse... Unless I'm really mad (which harldy ever happens)... But God is helping me that.&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer doing the horrible things I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-3197829393078633539?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/3197829393078633539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=3197829393078633539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/3197829393078633539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/3197829393078633539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/08/testimony-redo.html' title='Testimony Redo ;)'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-3675646254113329214</id><published>2009-08-28T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:18:16.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Trock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time Lord Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new genre of music created by Youtube's very own Nerimon.&lt;br /&gt;This genre of music is made up of songs dedicated to the sci-fi tv series Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it! ^_^ Here are my two favorite trock songs. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7_KXL6VBBE&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exterminate Regenerate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAi4izfvXo4&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Awful Lot of Running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop watching the music video for &lt;em&gt;An Awful Lot of Running&lt;/em&gt;, ahhh! It's so good, and I understand everything... I understand it more than my dad phahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who is officialy my thing. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-3675646254113329214?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/3675646254113329214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=3675646254113329214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/3675646254113329214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/3675646254113329214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-3-trock.html' title='I &lt;3 Trock!'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-5286599883518852598</id><published>2009-06-05T10:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:24:04.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Donut, why aren't you laughing?"</title><content type='html'>I have a cat. Her name is Donut. I've had her since I was about 6 or 7 years old (Wow...she's a pretty old cat, now that I think about it!). She can be a bit mean sometimes. She doesn't like to have her torso petted, only her head. She can get sooo annoying sometimes!!! But I still love her :P lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SilDZ30nGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/654ZSgf71-Q/s1600-h/0423081256a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SilDZ30nGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/654ZSgf71-Q/s200/0423081256a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343876544612211266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to my story. Last night I was using the computer, don't remember what I was doing. Donut came over and started to bite my toes and try to stick her claws into my leg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think she's trying to tell me something? Oh yeah, she's hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was using the computer a little bit more, Donut decided to fall asleep next to me on the black carpet (yes, I have stepped on her once or twice by accident... I can't see her, she matches the carpet!).&lt;br /&gt;I stood up once I finally finished using the computer, and Donut woke up and meowed at me. Weird thing about Donut though...is that she doesn't really meow sometimes. She just kinda opens her mouth and makes a little sound, but not really a meow.&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the kitchen, I said matter-of-factly to my dad "Donut's weird...she doesn't laugh!"&lt;br /&gt;.......I meant to say "Donut's weird...she doesn't meow!" Yet for some reason, I said "laugh" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's my story.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if Donut got to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...that fat cat got to eat her noms. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-5286599883518852598?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/5286599883518852598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=5286599883518852598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/5286599883518852598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/5286599883518852598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/06/donut-why-arent-you-laughing.html' title='&quot;Donut, why aren&apos;t you laughing?&quot;'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SilDZ30nGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/654ZSgf71-Q/s72-c/0423081256a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-1971374839301063375</id><published>2009-02-15T10:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:45:17.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have some really weird dreams...I mean, I usually enjoy my dreams. But they just get really random sometimes! Like the other night, I dreamed I was pregnant...and I was the same age I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh......okay?&lt;br /&gt;And last night....I don't even know how to describe what went on in my head. It's sorta like I was playing one of the characters in a movie. It was sorta like Alice in Wonderland, or some fantasy type movie. Most of the characters were bad guys, but towards the end of the "movie," I found out that these bad guys used to be good guys, living regular lives like me. But something happened to them, and they look really different.&lt;br /&gt;For example, there was a huge crowd of people, and the bad guys were just...I don't know. Watching over them or something. And there was this girl in the crowd, that looked exactly like one of the bad guys.....who was a guy......but the person in the crowd was girl.....but they looked exactly the same!&lt;br /&gt;And I told the guy, "Hey I see you over there! But you look like a girl." Then he got mad at me, and dragged me away.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the "bad guy" and the "girl in the crowd" was the same person. Some sort of time thing, the bad guys were either from the future or we went to the past.&lt;br /&gt; ...And then there was some sort of white fade out hah. It would've made a good movie....at least I think so lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well...that probably made absolutely no sense to you at all, but I like to tell people my dreams or type them up. Especially the dreams that are really weird and that I can easily remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-1971374839301063375?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/1971374839301063375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=1971374839301063375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/1971374839301063375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/1971374839301063375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dreams.html' title='My Dreams'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-9212957620207012067</id><published>2009-02-13T13:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:47:43.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who Icons</title><content type='html'>Here's some loverly Doctor Who icons, avatars, pictures...and whatever else you wanna call it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/___BAD_WOLF____by_HanyoAlchemist780.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/___BAD_WOLF____by_HanyoAlchemist780.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/sonicscrewdrivericon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/sonicscrewdrivericon.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/tardisfullbeginning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/tardisfullbeginning.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/av11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/av11.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/205956-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/205956-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/0486mu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/0486mu.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/doctor.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/doctor.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/58b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/58b.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/aworldapartbycscottd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/aworldapartbycscottd.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/8293162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/8293162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/puppetpaluzadalekchase.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/puppetpaluzadalekchase.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/thYouLikeIt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/thYouLikeIt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/rosedoctorheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/rosedoctorheader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/totally-angie-ninerose2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/totally-angie-ninerose2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/relaxed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 58px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/relaxed.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/Doctor_Who_Fan_Stamp_by_mommyfish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 56px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/Doctor_Who_Fan_Stamp_by_mommyfish.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/crazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 60px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/yamham/crazy.gif" alt="" 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/7346943694534921269-9212957620207012067?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/9212957620207012067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=9212957620207012067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/9212957620207012067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/9212957620207012067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/02/doctor-who-icons.html' title='Doctor Who Icons'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-7643104095141979928</id><published>2009-02-09T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:43:17.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"True Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of all the little ideas of love. In movies and in books. (Yes...I still watch chick flicks sometimes...but yeah, it can get pretty annoying!)&lt;br /&gt;The kind of movies that are all about gazing into each others eyes, the way he said this or did that, how she can't stop thinking about how good-looking the guy is. It must be true love!&lt;br /&gt;.....Uh, no. Y'all just met yesterday, you're not in love.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think there's a difference between being in love and actually loving someone. I guess the only way I can explain what I mean is that...being "in love" is more for yourself, whereas "loving someone" means you actually care about the person.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, it's hard for me to explain. But that's how I see it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I got around to thinking about this whole topic when my dad asked me, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SRe2sxmGeYI/AAAAAAAAH-c/QxtDg-zND5U/s320/twilight1-bella-edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SRe2sxmGeYI/AAAAAAAAH-c/QxtDg-zND5U/s320/twilight1-bella-edward.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Have you finished reading Twilight yet?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "No...it got to be a bit much. With how Edward wants to drink Bella's blood soo badly, and yet he still "loves" her...so he ends up not eating her. They don't even really know each other!!"&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I might finish the book...maybe. Either way, I'm pretty sure that I'll go see part two when it's in theaters...because I'm still a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm getting pretty tired of stuff like that. It's all just lust, and it's being labeled as "true love". ...It's getting on my nerves! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-7643104095141979928?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/7643104095141979928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=7643104095141979928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/7643104095141979928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/7643104095141979928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html' title='&quot;True Love&quot;'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXNrMvaiBMo/SRe2sxmGeYI/AAAAAAAAH-c/QxtDg-zND5U/s72-c/twilight1-bella-edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-4975616647595372028</id><published>2009-02-09T13:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:24:03.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SZCCaIWMlpI/AAAAAAAAACI/389f-9fR0dU/s1600-h/j7b97c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SZCCaIWMlpI/AAAAAAAAACI/389f-9fR0dU/s200/j7b97c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880146843866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I was about three or four years old, my parents got saved. They accepted Jesus Christ and began to live their lives for Him. We now had a "Christian" home. I, however, never truly placed myself under the same category as my parents.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Although I believed in what most Christians believed, I never accepted the whole idea. I honestly don't know when I really accepted Jesus. I would say it was back in June 2007, but I never really changed my ways.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Living the ways of the world, I wanted to be accepted, more than anything by the people I called "friends." I tried several ways: by changing who I was, to be exactly like these "friends" of mine. Dressing like them. Talking and joking like them. I nearly got to the point of drinking beer when I was about 13 or 14, but thankfully my parents caught me before I took a sip.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm home schooled, I don't get to meet a lot of people. (No, I'm not "socially challenged" haha.) But because of that, I trusted people too easily; I was just a tad bit too naïve. (Wait...I still am kind of naïve sometimes...huh, maybe that's just me.) I gave in too easily, thankfully it never got extremely out of hand. But for what I've been through, I'd say that's far enough for me. And I am not going back.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I used to wish I was dead, question my existence, be depressed 24/7. Let's just say I was a bit "emo." Then one day, October 22, 2008, as I sat in English class, I began to feel very guilty of one sin that I had struggled with for about a year. My English teacher was talking about Nathaniel Hawthorne's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scarlet Letter&lt;/span&gt;; she taught us that "sin and guilt" was the theme of this book. God repeated to me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell your parents&lt;/span&gt;" with a very heavy feeling on my heart. Long story short, I told them. And I believe that that was the day I began to change my way of living for the world, by just not wanting to be apart of its ways anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SZCAWNKkPHI/AAAAAAAAACA/nAnpV0epFTc/s1600-h/The_Crosspvt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SZCAWNKkPHI/AAAAAAAAACA/nAnpV0epFTc/s200/The_Crosspvt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300877880394529906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It amazes me, how I used to be so depressed when I was alone (being homeschooled, as well as an only child, I'm rarely around anyone but my parents). Even though I'm still alone, probably more than ever before in my life, I'm not lonely and depressed like I used to be. Cause even though it looks like I have no one in my life, in reality, I have Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior with me 24/7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-4975616647595372028?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/4975616647595372028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=4975616647595372028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/4975616647595372028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/4975616647595372028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SZCCaIWMlpI/AAAAAAAAACI/389f-9fR0dU/s72-c/j7b97c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-4922820401249691132</id><published>2008-12-02T10:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:54:07.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Annual Posting</title><content type='html'>It's December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time for this years post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-4922820401249691132?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/4922820401249691132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=4922820401249691132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/4922820401249691132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/4922820401249691132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2008/12/annual-posting.html' title='Annual Posting'/><author><name>Frank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wgb0i8Q_fm0/SoCdZqFNKuI/AAAAAAAADhM/RtnjfiqcKOE/S220/peek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-286509494636676133</id><published>2008-04-03T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:00:01.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest pet I've had....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Here's a random thought -- my weirdest pet was a moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you the story, shall I? Back when I was about 11 years old (or something like that), I was about to close the hard door on the side of our house. I noticed there was a moth sort of in between the house and the screen door. I tried to shoo the moth away, but it wouldn't go. So I decided to close the door on it. The moth fell to the ground, and I thought I hurt it because there was a spot on his back that I hadn't noticed there before. Thinking it was my fault that I hurt him (if he was even hurt at all!), I decided to take care of him. I got a basket, put some grass in there (as his little "bed") and got some more grass to feed him (I didn't know what moths ate. Heck, I still don't know! lol). After all that, I put him in the basket and decided to name him "Spot". He never ate the grass, and I think after several hours I decided that he should live outside where he belongs. So I went to the side yard, and tossed him lightly into the grass since he wouldn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a weird child....and still am!! Haha XD&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/7346943694534921269-286509494636676133?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/286509494636676133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=286509494636676133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/286509494636676133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/286509494636676133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2008/04/weirdest-pet-ive-had.html' title='Weirdest pet I&apos;ve had....'/><author><name>zieglarm92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09543013821204087178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udKCfva-hEk/SrK8YPtrBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3zXJb_TUJc0/S220/Clipboard01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-5388836888972343416</id><published>2008-01-05T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:11:19.058-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silliness'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Or should I should say 'Happy Fifth of January'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about the seventh day of June this year. Why you ask? Because the date will be 06/07/08.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-5388836888972343416?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/5388836888972343416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=5388836888972343416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/5388836888972343416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/5388836888972343416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Frank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wgb0i8Q_fm0/SoCdZqFNKuI/AAAAAAAADhM/RtnjfiqcKOE/S220/peek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346943694534921269.post-6616374322028246549</id><published>2007-10-01T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:00:30.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>I let her have a MySpace and now she never posts here anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7346943694534921269-6616374322028246549?l=zieglarm92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/feeds/6616374322028246549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7346943694534921269&amp;postID=6616374322028246549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/6616374322028246549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7346943694534921269/posts/default/6616374322028246549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zieglarm92.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>Frank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wgb0i8Q_fm0/SoCdZqFNKuI/AAAAAAAADhM/RtnjfiqcKOE/S220/peek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
