<?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-514740631242810619</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:53.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-9114300493131646997</id><published>2009-04-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:42:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Modal Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Se9zI7DWj6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2tfvErdy0xM/s1600-h/globe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Se9zI7DWj6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2tfvErdy0xM/s320/globe.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327603481330487202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the annotated blogroll bibliography and the multi-modal essay we are working on now I realize that having pictures, videos, and other forms of media, make or break blogs. I wish that I would have added more forms of media to make my blog more interesting...if only I had realized this weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;I think that the internet, like most things will come and go with something bigger and better...I wonder what can be bigger and better than the internet now...&lt;br /&gt;Living in a certain time period with new inventions coming by the minute you always wonder what will be the next big thing, how can there be something bigger and better than what we have now?&lt;br /&gt;What new invention that could come out tomorrow, change our world as much as the internet has? Scary to think about...&lt;br /&gt;Scary to think about how small we each are in the greater scheme of the world...do we really make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;Is there really the butterfly effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Se9y7iAwSqI/AAAAAAAAACI/-RJQbfOU5P8/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Se9y7iAwSqI/AAAAAAAAACI/-RJQbfOU5P8/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327603251270404770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-9114300493131646997?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9114300493131646997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/multi-modal-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/9114300493131646997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/9114300493131646997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/multi-modal-issues.html' title='Multi-Modal Issues'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Se9zI7DWj6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2tfvErdy0xM/s72-c/globe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-7878119498920153259</id><published>2009-04-13T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:56:38.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of...Children</title><content type='html'>WOW! So I'm just sitting in my dorm room watching CNN and then a new story comes on about the Duggar family. The Duggar's have their own show on TLC called "18 Kids and Counting." Can you even imagine having 18 children...18! I can't even imagine having more than three kids...&lt;br /&gt;Well when the Duggar's came on tv I thought that they were expecting again, but they are not :( Their first son just got married and him and his wife are expecting. &lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to the day the show's name has to change to "19 Kids and Counting..." That will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;At least they are good parents and raise their kids right, but I really wonder how many more kids that they want to have...&lt;br /&gt;All of this makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;-Will I have kids?&lt;br /&gt;-How many?&lt;br /&gt;-Will I have so many that I can get my own reality show? Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I will be in 10 years...hopefully I don't have a bunch of babies on my hip standing barefoot in my yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SePtMuXH5MI/AAAAAAAAACA/BiwUJYTGyXY/s1600-h/18-kids-duggar-family-new-662x355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SePtMuXH5MI/AAAAAAAAACA/BiwUJYTGyXY/s320/18-kids-duggar-family-new-662x355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324359987341288642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 18 is in her belly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-7878119498920153259?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7878119498920153259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-ofchildren.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/7878119498920153259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/7878119498920153259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-ofchildren.html' title='House of...Children'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SePtMuXH5MI/AAAAAAAAACA/BiwUJYTGyXY/s72-c/18-kids-duggar-family-new-662x355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-3209443608269410054</id><published>2009-04-07T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:00:38.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of...Love</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, in our world we all aspire to love and be loved in return. But do we really know what love is or is it too abstract of an emotional to define. We all have definitions of love and most can not explain or tell others about our love. What does true love look like or feel like?&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever see it in our lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was watching Oprah and a youtube clip played. The audience started crying and everyone was talking about a lion named Christian who loved...&lt;br /&gt;Can an animal truly love?&lt;br /&gt;Can a human truly love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep questions we should all stop and think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/btuxO-C2IzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/btuxO-C2IzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-3209443608269410054?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3209443608269410054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-oflove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/3209443608269410054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/3209443608269410054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-oflove.html' title='House of...Love'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-6923759285420586764</id><published>2009-03-30T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:29:36.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>We all look, comprehend, and do what signs tell us to do, because we think that the signs are right and tell us something we need. But what if the signs are wrong, confusing, or just make you say duh? Some signs are needed, while others, make us wonder why the tax payers needed to pay for this giant DUH!?!? I understand that signs are the universal symbols to help people and warn, but seriously...Why? Personally I like doing to new places and seeing signs like "Armadillo Crossing" and stuff like that, but the signs below, thou interesting, are not needed, but I hope bring a smile to your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVx9UPoTI/AAAAAAAAABY/qjnxVC-CLpA/s1600-h/sharp+edges.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVx9UPoTI/AAAAAAAAABY/qjnxVC-CLpA/s320/sharp+edges.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319126951662690610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVx9pNnUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sTkSxM6BLl4/s1600-h/good_luck_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVx9pNnUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sTkSxM6BLl4/s320/good_luck_sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319126951750638914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVxnr7l3I/AAAAAAAAABI/AsMnrIenDZ4/s1600-h/no+parking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVxnr7l3I/AAAAAAAAABI/AsMnrIenDZ4/s320/no+parking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319126945856460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-6923759285420586764?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6923759285420586764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/6923759285420586764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/6923759285420586764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SdFVx9UPoTI/AAAAAAAAABY/qjnxVC-CLpA/s72-c/sharp+edges.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-97808576586528860</id><published>2009-03-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:48:44.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a good laugh?</title><content type='html'>This is silly and hilarious and had me laughing out loud for the longest time. I became quite hysterical in fact. Which is just what a girl needs to do from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;Just google 'unfortunately, [insert your name]'. When I googled 'unfortunately, Lauren' I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately Lauren missed the recall&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren will always be grouped with the Hilton/Richie since her fame like theirs was due to her stint in reality tv.&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren seems to think this failure is just a minor setback&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren (as was Terri) are not convicted criminals&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren could not tell us the pain she was having or that her eyesight was deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren never entered the building. Sorry folks&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren will not feed &lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately Lauren’s mother came in one day with her pimp &lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately Lauren had to leave her work at StirFry when she went to trial &lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, Lauren stares eerily at everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try it for youself...you won't be disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I was kind of bored today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-97808576586528860?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/97808576586528860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-good-laugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/97808576586528860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/97808576586528860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-good-laugh.html' title='Need a good laugh?'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-3260831237459682428</id><published>2009-03-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:16:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Stress...Spring Break needs to come back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/ScEePN6aErI/AAAAAAAAABA/e8NzUcSYfhU/s1600-h/Homework.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/ScEePN6aErI/AAAAAAAAABA/e8NzUcSYfhU/s320/Homework.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562282055406258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the library for about the 30th hours this week and its only Wednesday! And it doesn't look like there is an end in sight. :(&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea as to why everything in all of my classes be this week? It's like teachers think that we are rested over spring break and the load has gotten twice as big! I think that all the teachers have a plan to watch all of us fail this week...I really think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things that I have to do before 3pm on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;-Final Draft (Narrative) ENG 103&lt;br /&gt;-Psych Test PSYSC 277&lt;br /&gt;-History Test  HIST 150&lt;br /&gt;-100 pg Family Tree and Paper GEOG 150&lt;br /&gt;-Art Test AHS 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey...look on the bright side...I just got my blog done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-3260831237459682428?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3260831237459682428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-of-stressspring-break-needs-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/3260831237459682428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/3260831237459682428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-of-stressspring-break-needs-to.html' title='House of Stress...Spring Break needs to come back!!!!'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/ScEePN6aErI/AAAAAAAAABA/e8NzUcSYfhU/s72-c/Homework.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-7763294288659110553</id><published>2009-03-02T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:49:21.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples to Apples: A Barrel of Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Sax-i8AD2qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BZ10EGi_Yf4/s1600-h/ApplesToApples_11_15_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Sax-i8AD2qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BZ10EGi_Yf4/s320/ApplesToApples_11_15_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308757199450004130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a family dinner, while the adults talked in a different room, my cousins and I looked at each other in silence and boredom. Then my hyper cousin Kimberly suggested playing her favorite game Apples to Apples.  I had never had of this new game, so I thought that I would suffer through the embarrassment and harassment that my cousins gave me as I struggled through a game that I had no idea how to play. I saw the bright red box and I read the side: “The Game of Hilarious Comparisons!” I wondered how could a game based of making comparisons could be hilarious. I learned the rules and started playing. Within five minutes, if that, I was laughing so hard that I started to cry and get a headache.  &lt;br /&gt; Apples to Apples is a new card game by Hasbro. It consists of green and red cards: green cards have an adjective while the red cards have nouns with a description.  In order to play the game you need at least 3 people, one of which that is a judge. The judge puts out a green card and the other players must decide which of their seven red cards fit the description the best.  Sounds boring? Pretend that you are the judge and you draw a card that says “Loud.” The other players decide that they want to give you cards that say: “Raging Rhinos,” “Golf Ball Sized Hail,” and “Tax Season.” What would you choose? The competition can get pretty intense once people start to be competitive. &lt;br /&gt; I believe that Apples to Apples is one of the best new games out right now. It is an interactive game that requires decision making, critical thinking, and is just plain fun. We as a society need more games like this: a game that is fun and educational. &lt;br /&gt; With math and English scores in American children plummeting, children need a game that is educational and can improve comparison skills. This game can also increase a student’s vocabulary. Between the adjectives and nouns, a student can more readily describe and come up with more academic-rich papers. This game is much more beneficial than games that do not require a skill or any knowledge.   &lt;br /&gt; Teachers, parents, and students should suggest this game for their children, in order to have fun and educate themselves. This game is for any age and can come in many versions depending on what age/reading level you are at.  Start your kids young in improving their comparative skills and buy the junior edition today or if you want to throw a party go out and buy Apples to Apples: Party Box. You won’t regret it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-7763294288659110553?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7763294288659110553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/apples-to-apples-barrel-of-laughs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/7763294288659110553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/7763294288659110553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/apples-to-apples-barrel-of-laughs.html' title='Apples to Apples: A Barrel of Laughs'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/Sax-i8AD2qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BZ10EGi_Yf4/s72-c/ApplesToApples_11_15_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-4652605288026727587</id><published>2009-02-25T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:56:48.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>In one of my sleepless night I turned on the tv at about 3 a.m., and I started watching a show called TruTV. I saw a clip where a man was kickboxing and in the first kick broke his leg. He tried to stand on it and his leg went out on him. This clip brought up the instant sinsation to gag. It made me think how much pain I could within stand. The worst injury I have ever had was a broken elbow and I didn't go to the hospital until the next day. So would a broken leg be that worse?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the pain that people go through in 3rd world countries?&lt;br /&gt;People that are tortured?&lt;br /&gt;People that get caught in natural disasters?&lt;br /&gt;If we live in a world that is supposed to be so wonderful, why is there so much pain that goes along with our happiness?&lt;br /&gt;What do people have to do to live without pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGJFOOncRMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGJFOOncRMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-4652605288026727587?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4652605288026727587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/4652605288026727587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/4652605288026727587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-7136646530241347266</id><published>2009-02-19T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:31:15.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewing</title><content type='html'>The exercise that we did in class today was very eye opening to me. It makes me stop and think about the small world that I live in. &lt;br /&gt;The interview was very nonchalant and then I find out by accident that Nicole (the person I was interviewing) is lab partners with my best friend here at BSU. It doesn't seem that amazing at first but when you stop and think about it, it makes me see the community that is BSU. &lt;br /&gt;The 25 of us are so different, but we all of something in common. It is crazy to think about. &lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the game 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. I think that if we played that game in class we could all be connected. &lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how big the world is, yet so small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-7136646530241347266?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7136646530241347266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/interviewing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/7136646530241347266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/7136646530241347266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/interviewing.html' title='Interviewing'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-5923546896177541250</id><published>2009-02-09T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:04:56.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SZDgue0nSBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yo_AAeProvs/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SZDgue0nSBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yo_AAeProvs/s320/8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300983850567419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to Chicago and it was amazing. I spent the day in Millenium Park, Wrigley Field, and Navy Pier. It really makes me think about where I want to end up after college. I grew up in a tiny little town and before college I thought I was always going to be there. Once I came to BSU, I thought a town the size of Muncie was for me. Now after Chicago, I am wondering where will I ever stay and live and grow as a person. &lt;br /&gt;Why I am thinking about this already?&lt;br /&gt;Where will my friends live after college?&lt;br /&gt;How many people that I know now will I know in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;How can a simple trip to Chicago make someone think about all this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Can the size of the city I live in, really make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Where will I be in 10 years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-5923546896177541250?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5923546896177541250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/chi-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/5923546896177541250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/5923546896177541250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/chi-town.html' title='Chi-Town'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cxg3YCEGppA/SZDgue0nSBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yo_AAeProvs/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-6927700882934142141</id><published>2009-02-05T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:45:15.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corny Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/bjblue/Miscellaneous/excuse_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/bjblue/Miscellaneous/excuse_me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;I will buy cookies at the bake sale, because I am the biggest suck up in the world.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hevfz9YtfiI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hevfz9YtfiI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-6927700882934142141?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6927700882934142141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/corny-sentence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/6927700882934142141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/6927700882934142141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/corny-sentence.html' title='Corny Sentence'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/bjblue/Miscellaneous/th_excuse_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-2370373614199489311</id><published>2009-02-03T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:46:14.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of...</title><content type='html'>No words can fill in the place that I normally do after "House of..." for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today in a truly strange moment I was incredibly happy and proud of my school and where I live. Today I made it into town just in time after 3 hours of travel for my psych class, and I am glad I didn't miss it. We had a guest speaker who was a female impersonator, or more commonly called a drag queen. It was interesting listening to him and his lecture. No one in the class had stupid comments or made fun of him. He said that the community was very welcoming to him and his friends. I think that that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;In a weird way, I think that drag queens are kind of interesting, and so was the lecture. Did you know that there are drag KINGS too? The lecture makes me want to go to a drag queen show. Does anyone know a place around here that has shows?&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that people are able to express how they feel and be comfortable around other even when they go against the social norms of today.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder what people are really capable if they forget about what others around them think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-2370373614199489311?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2370373614199489311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/2370373614199489311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/2370373614199489311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-of.html' title='House of...'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-4100548166585657868</id><published>2009-01-29T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:45:47.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of...Disgust</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in my dorm room watching WifeSwap. Normally I love it, but today it was exceptionally meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this family, where the father was a coal miner, the wife a stay at home mom. I am fine with someone being a stay at home mom, but it is def not for me! Anyways, what was disurbing about this is, he called his wife "woman" and "maid" and he called her free labor.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was living in the 21st century? Does this really happen and women just take it on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;I could never live in that world!&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone live in this situation? It makes me truly sad and disgusted for all women that just deal with this arrogance...ok..im off my soapbox...lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-4100548166585657868?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4100548166585657868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-ofdisgust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/4100548166585657868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/4100548166585657868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-ofdisgust.html' title='House of...Disgust'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514740631242810619.post-34747974703435263</id><published>2009-01-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:04:44.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of...Amazement</title><content type='html'>As I sit in my dorm room on a Monday with no classes, I am truly amazed how far our country has come over the past 30-50 years.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it people, we don't have school today because of a black man that most Americans, black and white, consider one of the biggest heroes in our history. And to top it all off tomorrow is the inauguration, the inauguration of our history. There was so much buzz about this election that people became to tired of listening to the constant info being thrown out at them, but stop and think about the strides for equality that America has come.&lt;br /&gt;All of this thought makes me wonder where are country will be in 50 years...&lt;br /&gt;Will I be alive to see an Asian President?&lt;br /&gt;A Hispanic President?&lt;br /&gt;Or a Woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I am along for this ride, and I can't wait to see where it takes me and my country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/514740631242810619-34747974703435263?l=laurenlilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/feeds/34747974703435263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-ofamazement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/34747974703435263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/514740631242810619/posts/default/34747974703435263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-ofamazement.html' title='House of...Amazement'/><author><name>RenLilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14059732907742768416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
