<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813</id><updated>2009-02-20T20:49:09.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Ainsworth Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113157216698819184</id><published>2005-11-09T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:36:07.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Always on My Mind</title><content type='html'>..::maybe i didn't treat u quite as good as i should've, maybe i didn't love u quite as often as i could've, little things i should have done, i just never took the time::.. ..::you were always on my mind, you were always on my mind::.. ..::maybe i didn't hold u all those lonely, lonely nights, and i guess i never told u i'm so happy that ur mine, if i made u feel second best, i'm so sorry, i was blind::.. ..::you were always on my mind, you were always on my mind::.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113157216698819184?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113157216698819184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113157216698819184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113157216698819184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113157216698819184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-were-always-on-my-mind.html' title='You Were Always on My Mind'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113155404388845387</id><published>2005-11-09T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:34:10.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>so today was the last day of school at the school i was attending (along with most of my other classmates) and i am so flippin sad......i didn't think i would miss my friends this much...but i really am so if any of my friends read this and they are going to go to a different school next year i just want you all to know i love you more than you really think...i love all my friends going to the same school to but ya know what i mean ~~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113155404388845387?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113155404388845387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113155404388845387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113155404388845387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113155404388845387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113148588563292463</id><published>2005-11-08T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:38:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>This is my very first attempt at creating a BLOG. I don't know who will be interested in reading this, but here goes anyway. Today was a beautiful day with temps in the high 80's but they was a constant breeze which made it very comfortable. I am feeling blessed because my health is constantly improving after a few months of no energy and just not feeling well. I have been pondering my 4th step so I have been doing alot of self-evauluation lately which is never easy. I asked The Lord to reveal to me areas of my life that are detremental to my recovery, my marriage, and my walk with Him. I will be writing these down as soon as I can face them and list them.  La 3:40 Let us examine our ways and test them,  and let us return to the LORD.   I have to get up early to go to a family reunion on my Father-In-Law's side which I am looking forward to meeting them all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113148588563292463?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113148588563292463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113148588563292463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113148588563292463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113148588563292463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113146853444907540</id><published>2005-11-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:48:54.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forumleed</title><content type='html'>Sinds een half jaar reageer en post ik dagelijks op het NCRV forum stand.nl . Er spelen zich vermakelijke maar ook felle discussies af waar ik mij graag in meng. Als je een tijdje op zo'n forum meedraaid en goed oplet zie je een hoop irritatiesmaar ookverborgen vriendschappen. Je raakt ook op de hoogte van geschorste forummers en de nieuwe nick die ze hebben aangenomen hoewel dat een precaire aangelegenheid is in de nabijheid vanalmachtige moderators. Die laten regelmatig merkenmenselijk te zijn door personen die de dezelfde politieke smaak hebben als de moderators te bevoordelen. Nou ja, dat hoort er bij en maakt dat je voorzichtig en omzichtig te werk moet gaan als je afwijkende meningen verkondigd.  Voor sommige forummers heb je meteen symphatie terwijl je anderen meteen kan schieten, dat hoort er bij dat maakt dat je een reden hebt om je argument met vuur te verdedigen. Het is alleen bloed en bloed vervelend als er mensen zijn die denken dat de maatschappelijke positie die ze in het dagelijkse leven bekleden ook op een forum importantie heeft. Het zijn meestal de mensen die louter vallen over stijl en de cynische wijze waarop ik ze benader. Verder dan dat en basale wijsheden komen ze niet ze hebben geen humor en ontberen elke creativiteit. Gelukkig zijn er veel typetjes die het telkens weer leuk maken om een draadje te openen.  Ik mis mijn vriendin Tsedek die van de aarde verdwenen lijkt te zijn. Maar zo schijnt dat op fora normaal te zijn, ze gaan en ze komen en dat is ook normaal want het kost best veel tijd. Gek, je kent iemand helemaal niet en toch wel een beetje. Gek dat je op 1 of andere manier toch hecht aan al die typetjes, zelfs aan die etters die je het bloed onder je nagels vandaan halen.  Het is soms net een famileverjaardag met lui die je liever niet zou zien maar voor de beleefdheid wel gedag moet zeggen en een weerzien met je liefste neefjes en nichtjes. Weer zo'n mooie ontwikkeling die door het internet mogelijk is geworden en dat is wel het mooie van deze tijd. Er wordt steeds meer mogelijk met de computer en het einde is volgens mij nog lang niet in zicht.   Ik ben met mijn dochtertje naar sail geweest en het kind begreep er eigenlijk niets van, tja wat weet een meisje van 6 van de VOC en de hollandse zee geschiedenis...ik heb geprobeerd het een beetje uit te leggen maar toen ze naar een rubberbootje wees en zei dat ze dat eigenlijk de mooiste vond wist ik dat ik jammerlijk gefaald heb. Het varen vond ze leuk maar waarom het nou zo druk moest zijn ontging haar volgens mij. Na de rondvaarttrip wilde ze linea recta naar huis omdat er pakjes dubbelfris in de ijskast lagen die mama nooit koopt. Ze wilde zelfs niet naar' de Mek' zoals ze macdonalds altijd afkort. Pap hoe wisten ze vroeger waar ze waren als ze op zee zaten? vroeg ze toen ik alweer zat te forummen. Dat konden ze berekenen met een sextant antwoorde ik terwijl ik een uitleg probeerde te formuleren die het kind zou begrijpen. Ik was nog niet uitgesproken voordat ze zei maar nu gaat alles met computers he pap? Ja schat gaf ik toe hoewel ik nog een hele uiteenzetting over navigatie in petto had. Mooi zei ze resoluut dan hoef ik dat van die sextant niet te weten. Mama vind mij toch te klein voor sex. Drink je dubbelfris ook maar op wijsneus dacht ik met mijn mond vol tanden...    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113146853444907540?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113146853444907540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113146853444907540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113146853444907540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113146853444907540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/forumleed.html' title='Forumleed'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113139914542642617</id><published>2005-11-07T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:32:25.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saaaalucitaaa</title><content type='html'>mandenme saluditos por que me rajaron una bubi y toy en recuperacion... si ya se muchas gracias a los que se ofrecen a darme terapia de rehabilitacion pero noooo muchas gracias no necesito masajitos ni sobaditas ni nada por el estilo de todas formas se les agradece la atencion ok muchos besos a todos.... byeeee knela SALUCITA tu que puedes compaye por que toy recien tajada asi que nou pouder cheve in mi  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113139914542642617?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113139914542642617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113139914542642617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113139914542642617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113139914542642617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/saaaalucitaaa.html' title='Saaaalucitaaa'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113138105141733869</id><published>2005-11-07T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:30:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and last weekend lol</title><content type='html'>hey, so. friday i had to go to work with my dad...i made $40...well actually more like 50 cuz i worked a few hours a different day...so yeah and then i went to the fair for a little while. haha zo i saw u parking cars..but ya no by the time we parked and everything u were gone...u gotta stop avoiding me! lol jkjk. i wanted to go on freak out, but i kinda ran out of tickets!after that i went up north. saturday was really boring nothing happened up there except that my cousin kristina came over but she only stayed for a few minutes. then sunday kristina and logan and ethan came over again...lol ethan is such a cutie!! he's only 2 and i'm like on of his favorite ppl lol i call him my half boyfriend...cuz he's so little he's like half a person...lol. so yeah and my cousin billy and his gf sarah came over and billy proposed to her and stuff so now they're engaged. and then monday wedrove to wisconsin dells and my dad and brothers went to noah's ark and me and my mom and my grandma went shopping!! lol i could not find anything that i wanted until i got to this one awesome store...and i kinda bought a whole outfit! it's Bebe...its pretty sweet lol. but it kinda cost $80..its this white skirt and black top and a white jacket..i love it lol. ifu were at the game u saw it. that was pretty funny tho lol kelsey! we were the special ones that were invited in! lol. thats so funny that all the guys (at least most of them)are on our side...its great lol. but now we have this messed up conflict with zo..it sucks! this is getting pretty long so yeah i better go! lyl! -Alyssa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113138105141733869?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113138105141733869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113138105141733869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113138105141733869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113138105141733869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-and-last-weekend-lol.html' title='yesterday and last weekend lol'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113122690568537500</id><published>2005-11-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:41:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall call him Squishy and he shall be called Squishy and he will be my
 Squishy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!!!!!!  It's Audrey again, and only on emore day till I go to the coast!!!!! Yays!!!! OH, and the &amp;quot;modeling&amp;quot; thing didn't work out, we're going to do it next week. But oh well, maybe it's for the best since I shoud finally have a decent tan by then, lol. YOu see, I got a really good one last year, but then we went in June so by the time started school again, it was gone. So this year it should last!!! yay!!!! Bu tI'll definately be back by next saturday, and I'll probably be on tomorrow. In case I'm not though, I'LL SEE YOU GUYS SOON!!!!!!   Love and Peace out!!!-- Audrey   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113122690568537500?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113122690568537500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113122690568537500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113122690568537500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113122690568537500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-shall-call-him-squishy-and-he-shall.html' title='I shall call him Squishy and he shall be called Squishy and he will be my
 Squishy!!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113113995778567876</id><published>2005-11-04T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:32:37.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*tra la*</title><content type='html'>Im off to CYE today! Shame stoner boy couldnt come, would have been so much fun...in a completely innocent way, hehe *sighs* well it looks like im goin to miss the person i wanted to talk to before i go, which is annoying. But theres still time! tho not much...*cries/sighs* 3 weeks :-( I cant really be bothered to write much here, partly as i need to pack and stuff like that, but also cause....well just stuff. bugger. a whole month with no pity to guide me  Anyways, have fun over the next week, i shall be back sometime saturday i think before i go again on sunday  Pete &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113113995778567876?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113113995778567876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113113995778567876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113113995778567876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113113995778567876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/tra-la.html' title='*tra la*'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113112270345927657</id><published>2005-11-04T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:45:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenydance</title><content type='html'>last night was the teenydance at the dixon county fair, and it was my last chance to go to one! by time saturday is here they won't let me into teenydances. (eww...i just applied a skin i don't like...) anyway the teenydance was in this freakin shed barn thing and it was so hot. smelly high school boys jumped around like morons while naughty high school girls would run through the crowd holding each others' hands so they don't get seperated. and then in the corner were the slutty little 6th grade girls. one of them pinched zack's butt. wtf is up with slutty little girls? they're like 10! there were some fun moments at the teenydance though.   if i go to the derby tonight with tyson, i would like to pay this time i think. i felt really naughty jumping the fence. and when we did it somebody in this KEWL group of high skewlers yelled, &amp;quot;YOU SNUCK IN!&amp;quot; and then another one yelled, &amp;quot;COLERIDGE SUX0R!!&amp;quot; And I ROFLed. Ok no I didn't ROFL. But we went and found people we knew. It something stupid to feel bad about, but I guess I really am too nice of a person with values and stuff. But then again maybe that's good.  what is up with high schools in the area hating on coleridge? well, it's mostly laurel. last night everybody wanted to beat up on joe and tyson. that is so high skewl. the entire night it felt like we were being stared down. ugh. at least in college skewl people aren't so quick to judge.   josh: i personally don't have a problem with you. but i think this whole laurel thing is going to bea bad idea i think when school starts. if you're reading this, at least try to be nice during school.  World War 2 ONLINE:   *Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.**Eisenhower has joined the game.**paTTon has joined the game.**Churchill has joined the game.**benny-tow has joined the game.**T0J0 has joined the game.**Roosevelt has joined the game.**Stalin has joined the game.**deGaulle has joined the game.*Roosevelt: hey supT0J0: y0Stalin: hiChurchill: hiHitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!paTTon: lol more like panzy tanksT0JO: lolRoosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!benny-tow: haha america suxStalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?Hitler[AoE]; sure whateverStalin: cooldeGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 helpHitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchyRoosevelt: i dont got crap to help, sryChurchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking meRoosevelt: get antiair gunsChurchill: i cant afford thembenny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?paTTon: stfuRoosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guysdeGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quickEisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an armypaTTon: yah hurry the fock upChurchill: d00d im gettin poundeddeGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck*deGaulle has left the game.*Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAOT0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 uRoosevelt: wtf! thats bull**** u ***s im gunna kick ur assesT0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lolRoosevelt: u little biotch ill get uHitler[AoE]: wtfHitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin armyHitler[AoE]: thats bull**** u hackerChurchill: lol no more france for u hitlerHitler[AoE]: tojo help me!T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retardHitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a pathStalin: u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCEHitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lolbenny-tow: hahabenny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands fullHitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 helpRoosevelt: yah thats right biznitch im comin for yaStalin: church help meChurchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit hereStalin: dont be an arssChurchill: dont be a commie. oops too lateEisenhower: LOLbenny-tow: hahahh oh **** helpHitler: o man ur fockedpaTTon: oh what now biotchRoosevelt: whos the cripple now lol*benny-tow has been eliminated.*benny-tow: lameRoosevelt: gj pattonpaTTon: thnxHitler[AoE]: eisenhower hax hes killing all my ****Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my recordEisenhower: Nuts!benny~tow: wtf that mean?Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slippedpaTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun ****sockerStalin: roflT0J0: HAHAHHAAHitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gayHitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourselfEisenhower: ROFLOLOLOLStalin: OMG LMAO!Hitler[AoE]: i didnt click there omg this game blows*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*paTTon: hahahhahT0J0: my teammates are n00bsbenny~tow: shut up noobRoosevelt: haha wut a moronpaTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?Eisenhower: yah me tooT0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lolololEisenhower: fock upaTTon: lemme go thru ur base commieStalin: go to hell lolpaTTon: fock this **** im goin afkEisenhower: yah this is gay*Roosevelt has left the game.*Hitler[AoE]: wtf?Eisenhower: **** now we need some1 to join*tru_m4n has joined the game.*tru_m4n: hi allT0J0: heyStalin: supChurchill: hitru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKESStalin: d00d gimmie some plztru_m4n: no way i only got like a coupleStalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secretsT0J0: wtf is nukes?T0J0: holy ****holy****hoylshti!!!111*T0J0 has been eliminated.**The Allied team has won the game!*Eisenhower: awesome!Churchill: gg noobs no reT0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck*T0J0 has left the game.**Eisenhower has left the game.*Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarsstru_m4n: l8r allbenny~tow: byeChurchill: l8rStalin: fock u alltru_m4n: shut up commie lol*tru_m4n has left the game.*benny~tow: lololol u commieChurchill: ROFLChurchill: bye commie*Churchill has left the game.**benny~tow has left the game.*Stalin: i hate u all ***s*Stalin has left the game.*paTTon: lol no1 is leftpaTTon: weeeee i got a jeep*paTTon has been eliminated.*paTTon: o ****!*paTTon has left the game.* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113112270345927657?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113112270345927657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113112270345927657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113112270345927657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113112270345927657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/teenydance.html' title='teenydance'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113103623203865105</id><published>2005-11-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:43:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Japan</title><content type='html'> Hey mom, thought Id give u a preview of the Japan youre gonna see next year (if the Sakura bloom when theyre supposed to that is). So I made an album of Spring in Yamagata or something like that. Enjoy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113103623203865105?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113103623203865105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113103623203865105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113103623203865105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113103623203865105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/spring-in-japan.html' title='Spring in Japan'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113096771051156018</id><published>2005-11-02T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:41:50.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Well suppose I had better give you some background. Yeah right.... Been to Brisbane and seen some of Jacs relatives..that was cool. Cool is what the weather is like here. Acually it is close to snowing?!! We went to Sea World and got the Kids some soft toys. Matthew has his Shark which has eaten everything in the house at least a dozen times...Hayley has a really soft Polar Bear. Got a bit of Duty Free stuff for the Boys Weekend coming up..Yum Yum. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113096771051156018?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113096771051156018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113096771051156018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113096771051156018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113096771051156018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113094996419896504</id><published>2005-11-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:46:04.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Tiredness</title><content type='html'>It was all great until it wasn't. It's getting challenging living here, in all senses. Need a break.    Allright, it really isn't that bad, in fact it is pretty great. All we need is figuring out a way to get miss mother a little bit happier... no small challenge.   Suggestions on how to make your mother happy anyone???  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113094996419896504?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113094996419896504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113094996419896504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113094996419896504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113094996419896504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/mind-tiredness.html' title='Mind Tiredness'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113086348413861712</id><published>2005-11-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:44:44.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrendMicro HouseCall service Scaremongering!</title><content type='html'>I have recommend TrendMicro in the past but the new online &amp;quot;Security Scan&amp;quot; for spyware that HouseCall does left me questioning their integrity. I ran the security scan on a test system that I know is clean, after a short scan (less than 1 min) I was informed of &amp;quot;36 spyware programs detected&amp;quot;! Looking at the report every &amp;quot;program&amp;quot; was in fact a cookie! They where marked as &amp;quot;Low risk&amp;quot; with a default setting of &amp;quot;Pass&amp;quot; so it does not remove them unless the action is changed but at the end of the wizard I was left with a Page entitled &amp;quot;Danger! Potential threats detected!&amp;quot; in large red letters (see the picture below). I know the debate on whether &amp;quot;cookies&amp;quot; are spyware but that is not the point here. They are reporting cookies as &amp;quot;spyware programs&amp;quot; which they are not! To me this is scaremongering and I think TrendMicro have over stepped the mark. This type of behavior borders on &amp;quot;Rogue Anti-Spyware&amp;quot; IMO   BB &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113086348413861712?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113086348413861712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113086348413861712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113086348413861712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113086348413861712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/trendmicro-housecall-service.html' title='TrendMicro HouseCall service Scaremongering!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113079511686631385</id><published>2005-10-31T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:45:16.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year again. Visiting family in Kansas . It's nice to go home (to Kansas)I love my trips out here every year, and get so sad when i have to leave.Any way keep checking back over the nest couple of weeks for more pictures. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113079511686631385?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113079511686631385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113079511686631385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113079511686631385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113079511686631385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/kansas.html' title='Kansas'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113077624065996337</id><published>2005-10-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:30:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenas</title><content type='html'>Y...bue....realmente ya no se q hacer...este es otros de mis tantos pasatiempos...en fin saludos a todos los q leen y ven esta bonita pagina ja-ja-ja...esto...es to to to to todooooooooo amigossssssss adieuss bye byeeeeeeeeee hasta pronto !!!!!!!!!  Dario &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113077624065996337?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113077624065996337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113077624065996337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113077624065996337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113077624065996337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/buenas.html' title='Buenas'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113070791040541467</id><published>2005-10-30T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:31:50.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished 2 papers</title><content type='html'>I have finished 2 papers... today is the second paper!   Dont ask me how was it! I also dont know! hopefully all asnwers which i providedare correct! I really not dare to think about it!!!   I will start to prepare for 3rd papertomorrow whichheld on 19/8/2005!! Tonight im going to sleep early! such a long time didnt sleep early!@ oh yeah, I slept very early butwas early in the morning--4am or 6am~~ makes me feel spinning now... maybe i already feel a bit relax!!!   Hopefully can pass all!!! PLEASE!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113070791040541467?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113070791040541467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113070791040541467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113070791040541467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113070791040541467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/finished-2-papers.html' title='Finished 2 papers'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113062236157119259</id><published>2005-10-29T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:46:01.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da na na da na!!!</title><content type='html'>yeah so that dance was pretty sweet if you didnt go, you missed out on a ton. im so surprised at how many upper classman showed up! YEY i mowed some more today and it sucked as always, i ran over my sun glasses...my favorite sunglasses. weh hehehe! i also have to go to work. MAN. isnt it crazy that im actually excited to go to school. i love it! mostly because i get to see all my friends now. anyway i love all ya'll. have a good weekend talk to ya SOON!!!! carissa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113062236157119259?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113062236157119259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113062236157119259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113062236157119259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113062236157119259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/da-na-na-da-na.html' title='da na na da na!!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113060402013922367</id><published>2005-10-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:40:23.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Partner from London Office</title><content type='html'>William Buckleyemail1357  email   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As some of you know, Friday is my last day in the office. In order to celebrate this happy occasion (you can't hide those smiles that well), I'm proposing that we all take a short walk down to Haagen Dazs on the river promenade at 5pm on Friday so that we can all share an ice cream (well, maybe more than one). Very much hope that as many of you as possible will be able to make it and sorry that so many of the team will be in Beijing.  Hope you can keep the time slot free. Thanks William Buckley --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is just to say thankyou to you all for looking after me over the last 6 months. Shanghai, Hong Kong, Beijing and even Tianjin have been great places to work, you are doing some great deals here and, perhaps most importantly, you have a great team. There are not very many places toy can say that about and thanks for letting me be part of it for a short time. I am sad to be going but have learnt many lessons and hope I can benefit from some of them when back in London. These include: Never buy Zili an expensive bottle of wine: he won't know the difference. At least one person in the Beijing office makes quite exceptional paper aeroplanes. Australians can't play cricket. Come to think of it, what are they good at? If you're called Betty or Christine, you are probably a very important person. If you think Betty Yin needs to take some exercise, wait until Zili is on his office phone and then call his mobile...rumours that she is in training for the 2008 Olympics should not be discounted. Connie works very late. Never get in a taxi with May by yourself: you just don't know where you might end up (or who with) Beijing's conference room is always full. In fact there are stories to the effect that it does not actually exist but people just say it is fully booked to make the rest of the practice think Beijing is very busy. If you can't find Bryan, try the Paulaner bar by the river. Nick Rees can't draft. Don't mess with the Shanghai Social Committee. It can ruin your career. Never rely on Fang Jian to arrange supper for you...it will either be midnight before you go or he will go without you. Richard is no better On the other hand, if you need feeding up, there is no better place to go than the 9th floor of the Hong Kong office: you will be delivered food or bubble tea every 2 hours. There are also some nice people there who can help you shop. Min Jie is not Bryan's trainee. Eric is not so young and lonely. Tianpeng on the other hand has been photographed in the company of at least 8 women...is there something we should know? My handwriting is as bad in English as it is in Chinese. Zili owns all the hotels in Hong Kong and Beijing. There is no other explanation for the fact that the teams in Hong Kong and Shanghai fly to Beijing to do their deals and some of the team in Beijing do listings in Hong Kong... The Maglev is very fast The Bund Tourist Tunnel is very expensive.  I think I will see some of you at the corporate foundation course in September and very much hope to find an opportunity myself to return here in the near future. Otherwise, if any of you are ever in London, please let me know so that I can arrange appropriate entertainment... And please be kind to Paul...he's surprisingly nice. I wish you all well. Thanks William --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113060402013922367?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113060402013922367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113060402013922367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113060402013922367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113060402013922367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/partner-from-london-office.html' title='The Partner from London Office'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113053494482385138</id><published>2005-10-28T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:29:04.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor Rigby by Douglas Coupland</title><content type='html'>What does this book reveal? H.O.P.E.   It's a quick,easy&amp;amp; interesting read.  I practically cant let my hand down, and completed my reading in a day.   I like the character, Jeremy. Despite he is suffering from a terminal illnessmultiple schlerosis, he ischipper and upbeat, unwilling to let his impending death get him down.   Both Liz and Jeremystart to get to know each other, with the bittersweet knowledge that whatever mother-son bond they form is temporary. But Jeremy's mere presence is enough to change Liz forever.   &amp;quot;Death without the possibility of changing the world was the same as a life that never was,&amp;quot; challenging the bleak life that Liz is living, and defining the too-short life her son had.   The humor and dry witticisms keeps the book from becoming stale. It is intimatecos it focuses mainly on two people. It also hides a surprisingly sweet center.   Im definitely going to get this and adds it in my collection! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113053494482385138?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113053494482385138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113053494482385138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113053494482385138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113053494482385138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/eleanor-rigby-by-douglas-coupland.html' title='Eleanor Rigby by Douglas Coupland'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113051781846286153</id><published>2005-10-28T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:43:38.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ppl</title><content type='html'>*Mean ppl* Well... There are many ppl ThatI have met and are my friend's who are two faced bullie's. These ppl are feared by many kid's and often this fear is caused by name calling such as: Loser, Bitch, Slut, Ho, Whore, Cunt, Shmo, and many other hurtfull word's. These ppl grow-up to be Loser's, Slut's, andWhore's themself's and they do not go very far at all in life. Hurt people, hurt other people's to make themself's think they are better and to feel as if they have much power and greatness for what they have done to make someone's life misserable, but that feeling does not last long, they normally become low life loser's who have fallen so far down to the ground that they cannot change who they are. So for those mean ppl who just tare other ppl down you are showing the world of how much of a loser you really are and how week you are and how hurt you are inside. There is anouther way to make urself feel better then by hurting other ppl too, try talking to a close friend about it and let it all out, it's ok if you cry, and if that person think's it's stupid , dont listen to them, there not ur friend if they choose to not help a friend who is in need. REMEBER!!!!! You dont want to be a bullie. It's not fun for someone else or yourself. P.S. watch Dr. Phil, he's awsome!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113051781846286153?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113051781846286153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113051781846286153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113051781846286153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113051781846286153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/ppl.html' title='ppl'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113044963499435994</id><published>2005-10-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:47:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair (Again)</title><content type='html'>OMG Fair was sooo crazy! Chloe totally sucked at the dog show but I got $3 from ribbons (yesss!) Friday was a blast. Friday we went to Tony's house and he totally soaked Lacie with the hose. Then we were all sitting on his bed and Meagan decided his deodarnt smelled like candy. At night I went down and rode rides with Lacie, Amanda, Rebecca kinda, Meagan, Tony, and Bryce. Me and Rebecca went on the ferris wheel with Kyle and Monte and the guy told us to put on our seatbelts and I thought ours was defective cuz it didn't have any. I felt STUPID! Saturday morning me and Lacie and Meagan were in the parade so that was kinda cool. At night we went to the Lonestar concert and it sucked cuz it was raining and cold. Sunday me and my dad went to the Demo Derby which also kinda sucked but after that I went and walked around with Lacie and Amanda and ate Dippin Dots. This week went waaay too fast. Tonight we had a going away party deal for Kelly and Thursday we're moving her up to CSU. My aunt and uncle said they might take Chubbs, Travis' dog if he can't have him anymore.Friday's registration which I'm excited for cuz I finally get to see everyone again and my party! It's gonna be sweet! Anyhow, got to go.   ~Much Luv~  *Sarah*Elizabeth*Keil* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113044963499435994?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113044963499435994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113044963499435994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113044963499435994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113044963499435994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/fair-again.html' title='Fair (Again)'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113043139663932044</id><published>2005-10-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:43:16.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Now what am I supposed to do When I want you in my world How can I want you for myself When I'm already someone's girl?   First time that I saw you boy It was a warm and sunny day All I know is I wanted you I really hoped you looked my way  When you smiled at me So warm and sweet I could not stay You make me feel like a lilting girl What do you do to me   I guess I'll see you next lifetime No hard feelings I guess I'll see you next lifetime I'm gonna be there   You're imaging Feels so damn good to me It picks me up don't wanna come down You got me spinning all around Yeah  You need to know I've got that somebody You're beautiful But it ain't that type of party   Well I guess I'll see you next lifetime Baby we'll be butterflies I guess I'll see you next lifetime That sounds so divine I guess I'll see you next lifetime I guess I will now I guess I'll see you next lifetime Wait Wait a little while   See it ain't nothing wrong with dreaming Boy don't get me wrong Cause every time (every time) I see you (every single time) I know just how strong (every single time) That my love is for my baby But emotions just don't lie Well I know I'm a lot of woman But not enough to divide the pie   I guess I'll see you next lifetime You know I want to stay around I guess I'll see you next lifetime I'm so confused now   I guess I'll see you next lifetime Already I'm going to be there I guess I'll see you next lifetime I'm going to look for you  I guess I'll see you next lifetime Oh Oh baby I'm gonna be there I'm gonna be there   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113043139663932044?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113043139663932044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113043139663932044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113043139663932044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113043139663932044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-lifetime.html' title='Next Lifetime'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113036291030729094</id><published>2005-10-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:41:50.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Site!</title><content type='html'>OMG! This is my new site! I loved my friend, MindyLu's, so much that I thought I might make one of my own. And this is my first blog!   Hello people, welcome to my site. Thank you all so much for visiting! I hope you like it!  -Mimi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113036291030729094?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113036291030729094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113036291030729094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113036291030729094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113036291030729094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-site.html' title='My New Site!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113034481492923731</id><published>2005-10-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:40:14.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sitting here drinking...a drpepper</title><content type='html'>i am really bored and tired because i went to bed really kind of late and woke up early...but anyways... i was just sitting here being bored and talking to people and all of a sudden i started shaking and im not even cold (im actually really hot) i didnt get the ''chills'' either i was just shaking like some people do when there nervous...so i grabed a drpepper and started listing to music but im still talking to people(but its kinda boring)i guess my mom bought a 'money plant' today its a plant that drops leaves or seeds that look like coins i really dont know i wasnt really listening when she was explaining it to me well im gonna stop writing and talk to the people who i am not paying attention to rite now so bye  this is actually a short blog for me isnt it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113034481492923731?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113034481492923731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113034481492923731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113034481492923731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113034481492923731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-sitting-here-drinkinga-drpepper.html' title='just sitting here drinking...a drpepper'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113025877619753391</id><published>2005-10-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:46:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woorden</title><content type='html'>     Onverdroten aan de pen ontschoten zijn deze woorden aan jou gericht Ze leven in mijn gedachten, niet gezwicht voor alle mitsen en maren, gevoelige snaren Liefde vloeit door ruimte en tijd, voorbereid Op wat er onvermijdelijk komen gaat Onafwendbaar, nooit te vroeg, nooit te laat, maar op dat juiste moment, dat wij ons kent . Wish       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113025877619753391?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113025877619753391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113025877619753391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113025877619753391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113025877619753391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/woorden.html' title='Woorden'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02607336203780486381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>