<?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-9677581</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:06:48.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggle Was</title><subtitle type='html'>I love my Blog and I want the whole world to know that.  And I have no life. The End.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-117021507353959485</id><published>2007-01-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:44:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning of a new leaf...</title><summary type='text'>Well, my dear friends, I have spent a week in Farmington NM.  In all honesty, I miss Provo.  But, I think that is natural; Provo, the people I met, jobs I held, and the friends I made will always be apart of me.  I couldn't have made it with out them. Farmington is good, I am taking what I have learned in Provo and applying them here.  It's fun.  I have already made a handful of friends and am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/117021507353959485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=117021507353959485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/117021507353959485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/117021507353959485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2007/01/turning-of-new-leaf.html' title='Turning of a new leaf...'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-115107691575731781</id><published>2006-06-22T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:19:53.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Dive Into The Deep End of My Head..."</title><summary type='text'>Late last night I decided to go for a walk, knowing that if I tried going to bed I wouldn’t be able to sleep.  While I was walking I thought about my life and all of the things that are happening to me at this time.  It never ceases to amaze me how much the Lord has blessed me.  I can’t believe that he cares so much for me to bless me with the things I have.  I almost don’t feel worthy to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/115107691575731781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=115107691575731781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/115107691575731781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/115107691575731781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2006/06/dive-into-deep-end-of-my-head.html' title='&quot;A Dive Into The Deep End of My Head...&quot;'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-114671647407202884</id><published>2006-05-03T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:21:14.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><summary type='text'>So I have three jobs.  Three jobs.  I am crazy.  What was I thinking?       I originally had two jobs.  Head start.  And the library.  I loved them.  I still love them.  Now I have a third job working at a clothing store in the mall.  It's fun, and the people I work with are freaking awesome.  I kind of like having a busy schedule and I like the cash flow that is coming in.  Working three jobs is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/114671647407202884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=114671647407202884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/114671647407202884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/114671647407202884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-114512967628432789</id><published>2006-04-15T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:16:14.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Apples are Delicious</title><summary type='text'>  The Classic “give your teacher an apple” was applied to me the other day. One of my kiddos gave me a red apple. I was so happy. What an appropriate gift to give a teacher. I say that only because it is in all the books, and movies. Why is it appropriate to give a teacher an apple? Is it because there use to be a lot more apple trees back in the day? Or perhaps, an apple is in fact a smart fruit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/114512967628432789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=114512967628432789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/114512967628432789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/114512967628432789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-apples-are-delicious.html' title='These Apples are Delicious'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-114369489717664172</id><published>2006-03-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:01:37.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night</title><summary type='text'>We were trying to put our make up in the worst possible way.  When were done, we realized that we looked like we were in the eighties, so we went with it.  We blasted Girls Just want to have Fun, and took pictures. Good times.  I love my roommates.  Lindsay and DeAnne are so much fun!  We are going on a Cruise this August to the Carribbean and we are so excited!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/114369489717664172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=114369489717664172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/114369489717664172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/114369489717664172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls-night.html' title='Girls night'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-113798934571307572</id><published>2006-01-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:09:05.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if this was the last thing you did?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113798934571307572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113798934571307572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113798934571307572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113798934571307572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-if-this-was-last-thing-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-113765172451284736</id><published>2006-01-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:33:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie</title><summary type='text'>Valerie-  "The chocolate coating makes it go down easier."href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;Which Princess Bride Character are You?this quiz was made by mysti</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113765172451284736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113765172451284736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113765172451284736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113765172451284736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2006/01/valerie.html' title='Valerie'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-113524318049237175</id><published>2005-12-22T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:10:45.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>Approximately one year ago I started this blog. I would like to thank everyone who has made it possible for my blog to be alive during this very special time of year. The time of year we celebrate the holidays and the birth and life of this blog. If it wasn’t for you it would not be what it is today. You have spiced it up with your comments and advice. I plan on continuing this blog and making it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113524318049237175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113524318049237175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113524318049237175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113524318049237175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-113338700261948419</id><published>2005-11-30T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:43:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>Here is a poem I wrote when I was in High School for a poetry assignment.  It's kind of sad to admit that this is one of my best.  Oh well, it's not like I am going to become a professional poet or anything.TIME Anytime you look about          Time is running outPeople rushing to and fro   Time is fast and time is slowDo your Homework! Do you Chores!                Time is running out your doors!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113338700261948419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113338700261948419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113338700261948419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113338700261948419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-113054726770984749</id><published>2005-10-28T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:08:18.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Let You Slide This Time</title><summary type='text'>Dear Jokey Smurf,      Now, now Jokey Smurf, you know very well that it isn’t polite to hack onto someone else’s blog and rise amuck. I had a talk with Papa Smurf and he says you have gotten out of control lately with your pranks. He quite frankly put in so many words, “Jokey is being a royal pain the smurf, and I am sick of him and his pranks!” I realize that Papa Smurf must be under a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113054726770984749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113054726770984749' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113054726770984749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113054726770984749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/10/ill-let-you-slide-this-time.html' title='I&apos;ll Let You Slide This Time'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-113044635814436683</id><published>2005-10-27T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:52:38.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurf is SOOO COOOL</title><summary type='text'>I just want to say that Smurf is the coolest person in the world and he is so good at Scrabble and anyone who is so lucky and that's such a great treat for them.  And also that he is handsome and a good dresser and a clever boy and a terrific writer and everybody wants to be around him.  Oh, that I were half as awesome as Smurf.  I think he deserves a candy bar from everybody who reads this.Hehe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113044635814436683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113044635814436683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113044635814436683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113044635814436683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/10/smurf-is-sooo-coool.html' title='Smurf is SOOO COOOL'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-113020833181242495</id><published>2005-10-24T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:17:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Familiar</title><summary type='text'>I found this poem in a book I was shelving today at the library. When I read it I laughed because this is exactly something that would happen to me.A Million Miles from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;TallahasseeI was so sureI knew the capital of FloridaI almost threw my elbow out of joint waving my hand in front of Mr. Miller’s face.When he called on meI jumped up and said, “Tassalooma!”&lt;?xml:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/113020833181242495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=113020833181242495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113020833181242495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/113020833181242495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/10/sounds-familiar.html' title='Sounds Familiar'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-112287477250691021</id><published>2005-07-31T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:39:32.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is funny that way.</title><summary type='text'>We come down to life and are born to parents who may or may not know what they are doing.  For some of them they have no idea what it is like to raise a child.  It’s a lot of responsibility and work.     As infants we learn how to eat, how to walk and say a word or two.  Not knowing what is going on in our world.  There we were crying when mommy or daddy can’t be seen (even if they are just in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/112287477250691021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=112287477250691021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/112287477250691021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/112287477250691021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-funny-that-way.html' title='Life is funny that way.'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-112138179969468312</id><published>2005-07-14T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:20:01.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?!</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when things seem to be going great for me I have to go mess them up? Why do I analyze things that shouldn’t or doesn’t need analyzing to begin with? I am always reading into things. Even when I make an effort to not do this I catch myself doing it anyway. I hate this curse! I never seem to get piece of mind about things. How can I stop? I feel I am going crazy. Oh well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/112138179969468312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=112138179969468312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/112138179969468312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/112138179969468312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?!'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-112018023106742343</id><published>2005-06-30T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:10:31.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So...yea.</title><summary type='text'>Well my fellow blog people,  I am going to be going home Sunday.  My little sister is coming tomorrow and me and my roommates are throwing her a bridal shower on Saturday.  I have the best roommates ever. I am super excited to seem my sis.  I love her a whole lot.  Then it is off to NM.  I am excited to see my mom and dad.  They are so great.  I love my family.  Two weeks though, I hope I come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/112018023106742343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=112018023106742343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/112018023106742343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/112018023106742343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/06/soyea.html' title='So...yea.'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-111946083270778409</id><published>2005-06-22T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:55:44.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Drop</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday started out with beautiful summer weather. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and I am sure if you listened close enough you could here the earth humming the happiest tune.  That is what the weather was like when I went into work.                Work was fine no problems whatsoever.  I worked double shift there at the library, and didn’t even care.  I am sure if you listened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111946083270778409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111946083270778409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111946083270778409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111946083270778409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/06/book-drop.html' title='Book Drop'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-111933330928009796</id><published>2005-06-20T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:05:33.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for some change!</title><summary type='text'>I look at my life now at who I am and compare to where and who I was two years ago.  I have changed a great deal.  My eyes have been opened, my self-esteem has gone up.  My way of thinking has changed, and my out look on things is different.     I wonder what I would be like now if I hadn’t moved here to Provo.  If I hadn’t met the people I’ve met.  If I hadn’t experienced the things I have.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111933330928009796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111933330928009796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111933330928009796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111933330928009796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-time-for-some-change.html' title='It&apos;s time for some change!'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-111915752210049420</id><published>2005-06-18T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:05:22.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy Blue</title><summary type='text'>This is one of my favorite pomes.  I know it is sad, but honestly, what are your thoughts and feelings?  The little toy dog is covered with dust,   But sturdy and stanch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red with rust,   And his musket moulds in his hands.Time was when the little toy dog was new,   And the soldier was passing fair;And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue   Kissed them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111915752210049420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111915752210049420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111915752210049420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111915752210049420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-boy-blue.html' title='Little Boy Blue'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-111915712283216419</id><published>2005-06-18T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:58:42.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconceivable!</title><summary type='text'>Well my dearest friends, I have read “The Princess Bride” and I loved it.  I could not put it down.  I would read it while I was walking to work, on my breaks, every chance I got I would read it.     I have always loved the movie, but have had some questions about the characters, details of the fire swamp, etc.  Let me tell you my fellow readers, the book answered all of my questions!  I even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111915712283216419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111915712283216419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111915712283216419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111915712283216419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/06/inconceivable.html' title='Inconceivable!'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-111899284644554411</id><published>2005-06-17T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:07:24.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me, or is it just me?</title><summary type='text'>Today I went on a lunch date with one of my friends. He was going on a double date and asked me out. The date was enjoyable we both had a really great time together. I was very flattered he had thought of me. No, I don’t have a crush on him, and I know he is does not have a crush on me, but it was still nice to go on a date. I am embarrassed to admit this, but, it has been a long time since I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111899284644554411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111899284644554411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111899284644554411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111899284644554411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-it-just-me-or-is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me, or is it just me?'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-111656658188217227</id><published>2005-05-19T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:08:39.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things Must Come To An End</title><summary type='text'>Well, after counting down for the last two months, school is finally over. No more kids yelling, crying, whining, tattling, hitting, kicking, punching, biting. No more runny noses, pulling hair, lying, stealing. No more, “Teacher, he hit me!” or “I need to go potty teacher!” Or “She’s not sharing!” And definitely no more “I want my mommy!” I woke up this morning not as excited as I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111656658188217227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111656658188217227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111656658188217227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111656658188217227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All Good Things Must Come To An End'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-111578964964130428</id><published>2005-05-10T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:19:26.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End Your Day With a Splash</title><summary type='text'>Today I went for a walk in the rain.   I invited my roommate to come along with me but she wasn’t too thrilled about getting wet and cold.  Although I would have liked the company, I decided to go by myself.     It was wonderful walking in rain.  I splashed in every puddle. The puddles were perfect for splashing; the water came up to my ankles.  The cold water tickled my feet with numbness.   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111578964964130428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111578964964130428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111578964964130428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111578964964130428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/05/end-your-day-with-splash.html' title='End Your Day With a Splash'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-111153856980673635</id><published>2005-03-22T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:27:54.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Library Patron</title><summary type='text'>Today was just like any other day... actually it wasn't. My kids were driving me up the wall and I was glad to be able to go to work at the library, where I could wind down.Work at the library is always really nice after working with kids all day. When I am working at the library all I have to do is put books in order, it's quite and I don't have to deal with patrons (I just direct them to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111153856980673635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111153856980673635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111153856980673635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111153856980673635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-shouldnt-have-to-deal-with-this-crap.html' title='Creepy Library Patron'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-111032222781175953</id><published>2005-03-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:50:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time of my life</title><summary type='text'>            Well friends, I just got back from the most perfect get away I have ever been on.  I went on a road trip to Napa California, with Smurf, BamaBeau and Nestor. Every trip has its up and downs, right?  Well, not this trip it was all up for me.  Perfect.        Yes, I did fall about 3-4 times, yes we got pulled over for having only one head light on, yes, it did rain in Napa (and it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/111032222781175953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=111032222781175953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111032222781175953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/111032222781175953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-of-my-life.html' title='The time of my life'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110936919076539062</id><published>2005-02-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:36:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want everyone to know: I am NOT a vegetarian, I am a librarian.</title><summary type='text'>Here is my side of our (D, Smurf &amp; BamaBeau) trip to the One World Café.       Saturday night BamaBeau, Smurf, and D and I were all hanging out, you know, talking and just enjoying each others company.  We got on the subject of what we were going to do since we had it Monday off.  BamaBeau came up with the idea of going to Salt Lake.  We were all excited about the idea, and wondered what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110936919076539062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110936919076539062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110936919076539062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110936919076539062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-want-everyone-to-know-i-am-not.html' title='I just want everyone to know: I am NOT a vegetarian, I am a librarian.'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110900653836859317</id><published>2005-02-21T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:51:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may concern:</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to California!!! Woohooo!!!!!!!! I just got all of my shifts covered!! I am going camping on the Beach! I have never done that. I will be going with my best friends and we are going to have the time of our life! You want to know why? Because we are SO cool!!!! Booya!!!! California here I come!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110900653836859317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110900653836859317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110900653836859317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110900653836859317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-whom-it-may-concern_21.html' title='To whom it may concern:'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110808368202241411</id><published>2005-02-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:54:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you Confessor</title><summary type='text'>The other day I was reading the Confessor’s blog; and it got me thinking.  I have something to confess.  I bet you all are thinking, “Big deal, we all have something to confess”.  But in my case it involves the Smurfs, Gravy, and The 100 hour board.  Before I confess to this act I find it essential to give you a little bit of a background as to what events led to this covert scheme, that myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110808368202241411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110808368202241411' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110808368202241411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110808368202241411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/02/heres-to-you-confessor.html' title='Here&apos;s to you Confessor'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110663088110590762</id><published>2005-01-24T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:47:28.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Worm by Wiggle Worm</title><summary type='text'>When I was a junior in high school, I wrote a poem for English class expressing my hatred for dead fried worms on the sidewalk.  I ended up getting an A for the poem.  Then last night while I was enjoying a game of Loaded Questions, we were asked to write a poem.  So I wrote this one down.  Smurf suggested I put this on my blog.  Keep in mind that the poem I wrote for class was better than this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110663088110590762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110663088110590762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110663088110590762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110663088110590762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/01/dumb-worm-by-wiggle-worm.html' title='Dumb Worm by Wiggle Worm'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110602225849134455</id><published>2005-01-17T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:02:48.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to name off a few...</title><summary type='text'>Hey friends! Last year I made a list of things I want to do and experience. I decided to publish this list so that I won't loose it (like I have many time before). If any of you want to do any of these things with me, let me know. I love to do things more than once, so even if the list shows I have already done something it doesn’t mean I won’t want to do it again. Things I’ve done:&lt;?xml:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110602225849134455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110602225849134455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110602225849134455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110602225849134455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-to-name-off-few.html' title='Just to name off a few...'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110559844764482772</id><published>2005-01-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:01:21.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Smile that frown away"</title><summary type='text'>  "If you chance to meet a frown, do not let it stay, just quickly turn it upside down and smile that frown away." So I am back, almost.  After a few weeks of stress, and depression, I am starting to pull back up.  I decided to stop concentrating on the fact that my sister is making some wrong decisions in her life; my mom, who has a blood disease, a bone rotting disease, chronic fatigue, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110559844764482772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110559844764482772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110559844764482772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110559844764482772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/01/smile-that-frown-away.html' title='&quot;...Smile that frown away&quot;'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110464733539199618</id><published>2005-01-01T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:13:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Smurfs Moved</title><summary type='text'>         Today I helped the Smurfs move. Yes, I realize you are wondering how I did this. To accomplish such an unfathomable task I had to called for back up and let me tell you my friends I needed it. With Jokey handing me gift boxes and saying “get ready for a surprise” while I am loading the car with his crates full of toilet paper and other gags, I didn’t even knew existed. Grumpy giving me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110464733539199618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110464733539199618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110464733539199618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110464733539199618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-smurfs-moved.html' title='The Day the Smurfs Moved'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-110462906446828567</id><published>2005-01-01T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:31:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Start of a New Year</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year! As I look back over the last year, events that happened to me, friends I made, friends that have left and moved on, family, and myself growth; I realize I have grown up a lot. Last year I had some hard things I had to face and endure. I remember wanting to give it all up. Not necessarily "off myself" but simply give up. I wished I could just go to sleep and wake up when things got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110462906446828567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110462906446828567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110462906446828567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110462906446828567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2005/01/start-of-new-year.html' title='A Start of a New Year'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-110443633282524074</id><published>2004-12-30T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:36:56.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Robbed the Bank</title><summary type='text'>Hello, my friends. I call you my friends because I only share this story with people I trust. Listen carefully, because I am only going to tell this story once. If you ask me in person to relive this dreadful event, I will walk away and never return. For the tale I am about to share with you is true and I am ashamed to be such a huge part of this horrible incident that took place in my life. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110443633282524074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110443633282524074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110443633282524074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110443633282524074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2004/12/night-i-robbed-bank.html' title='The Night I Robbed the Bank'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9677581.post-110364355988180744</id><published>2004-12-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T10:57:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It All "Depends"</title><summary type='text'>  I would like to share with the world my hatred for the word "depends". I hate that some idiot took a very common word, that everyone uses and perverted it by making it into an ADULT DIAPER!! I hate that! It makes me so angry! Yes, I understand why the idiot would think that was a clever idea, but now every time I hear the word I am forced to think of an old man standing in front of me in line (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110364355988180744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110364355988180744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110364355988180744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110364355988180744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-all-depends.html' title='It All &quot;Depends&quot;'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-110350134192951750</id><published>2004-12-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:39:49.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bump in the Road</title><summary type='text'>                                   It was a dark and scary night. I was alone in my house. Suddenly, the phone rang. Wondering if I should answer it or not, the phone rang again. Feeling rushed I answered it before another thought came to mind. "Hello?" I said, and there was a pause, and then a mysterious voice on the other end said "Wiggle?” Panic-stricken, I replied, "yes.", and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110350134192951750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110350134192951750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110350134192951750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110350134192951750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2004/12/bump-in-road.html' title='A Bump in the Road'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</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-9677581.post-110339260541203645</id><published>2004-12-18T10:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:18:00.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggle</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone! I am Wiggle, actually my real name is Tawña. When I first met my friend Heather, asked how to pronounce and spell my name (one would think that I thought this to be quite annoying but after doing it so much through out my life I don't seem to mind so much). I explained to her than my name was pronounced TONYA and spelled T-A-W-N-A, with a tilde (~) over the N. She called this: ~, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/feeds/110339260541203645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9677581&amp;postID=110339260541203645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110339260541203645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9677581/posts/default/110339260541203645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglywiggle82.blogspot.com/2004/12/wiggle.html' title='Wiggle'/><author><name>Wiggle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296486492710787295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
